First Time to Remember - Sex Stories

First Time to Remember

... loving type of person. For the next year and a half she had become the subject of almost every fantasy and sex-dream he had. The fact that his bedroom was right next to his father and her room didn't help as he routinely heard words like "fuck", "pussy" and "cum" filter through the wall when they were having sex. And when he heard the headboard of the bed banging against the wall it sent surges of sexual energy through his body. When Steven turned 18 years old his father informed him that he was being sent to Europe to complete his education at a very prestigious university and that had been the last time he'd seen or heard from his father. Not so with Cassandra as she wrote to him weekly and called several times each month to check on how he was doing. After graduation he'd stayed in Europe while he and a classmate started their own computer software company specializing in accounting. Now, ten years after leaving he was back home. Not so much because of his father but because of Cassandra. Their relationship had gone through a multitude of changes throughout the years as they shared everything going on. They had shared joys and frustrations, exhilaration and sadness, plans for the future and changes in the plans for the future. No subject was off limits, except one. Steven had never able to talk to Cassandra about sex for fear that she'd realize how he felt about her but that had changed six months ago when Cassandra began to talk about the lack of sex in his father's and ...

... her marriage. She said that it had been "pretty good" when they had first been married but that now she was lucky if his father showed any interest at all in anything besides work. "My father is a fool," Steven had replied before thinking about what he was saying. "I'd make love to you every chance I had if you were mine." The silence that had followed seemed to last forever until Cassandra had replied in a voice so quiet he had barely heard her, "Then come back home and prove it." Unsure he had heard correctly Steven had asked, "What did you say?" To which she had simply replied, "Come home." That had been less than 48 hours ago. Now, Steven found himself sitting in the bar of the best hotel in the area. He had arrived early and ordered a drink which was still sitting in front of him, untouched, as he reminisced about the past. Suddenly he sensed a change and looked up at the mirror. What he saw took his breath away. Cassandra was entering the bar dressed in an off-the-shoulder black dress with a shawl d****d over her shoulders, partially hiding her breasts. The dress stopped just below the knees revealing stockings and a pair of black high-heels which toned and accented her gorgeous legs. At 5-foot 5-inches tall she was petite but carried herself with the confidence of a mature woman who understood her sensual powers over men. The room seemed to grow quieter as Steven watched her in the mirror, moving with the slow, sensuous grace of a cat. She looked radiant with the lights ...