Longing for her presence - Sex Stories

Longing for her presence

The image of her face is still strong in my mind's eye. How can one forget such gorgeousness! It's been almost ten days since she jetted off to Singapore for work. Not unusual in her line of work and she can be gone for up to four weeks at a time, so she tells me. We met a few days before that in this newly opened noodle bar. I was checking her out. She was checking me out. She instantly laughed the moment she realised I was going to make a move on her. "Hi." I grinned "Hi." Her eyes locked onto mine as if to scrutinise my every thought. "I'm hitting on you." There was nothing else I could say without being obvious. It worked. She laughed and briefly glanced away. "Yes you are," came the reply. But she found it funny and we spent the next ninety minutes getting acquainted over some spicy chow mein. She had to finish off a report that night so we met up the following evening at the Latin quarter where we did some Bachata dancing - an even more sensual version of salsa. You might as well just call it dirty dancing! She had a body to die for. 36-C, perhaps D? A tight laced bra held her upper assets well in place and the semi open demin shirt exposed just enough to brighten anyone's days. A perfectly matched pendant hanging and directing attention to where it should, black khaki style hot pants and cowgirl ankle boots completed her sexiness. There was just enough legs on show and my goodness, they were toned and tanned. She looked smoking hot and she knew it. It was my first ...

... time and she had to show me what to do, where to put my hands and how to move my feet. She was impressed. My hips were not as static as I thought and I began to move with ease. Or perhaps it wasn't that. It was literally sex on the dance floor with clothes on. So that's what I ended up doing. No shame in that. Needless to say, my penis was fully erect all evening! "Shall I take care of that for you?" She laughed into my ear. We flew back to her flat in a speeding black cab and she immediately pulled him out and took all seven inches into her mouth. She gave it a deep long suck and pulled with her lips at the head so strongly that it was clear she was ready for hot hard sex. She undressed as much as she could. I pulled her up and felt her pussy through the g-string she had on. It was wet, sticky and warm. I pulled it aside and she instantly climbed on me. I slid into her, my foreskin pulling back and her vagina gripping my shaft tightly. Her moan was total yet it was only the beginning. She rode me with great energy and it felt like home. Our eyes maintained contact the whole time and we both came fast and furious. And loud. Laughing and smiling in bed is such a fantastic feeling. Then we did it again. And again. And again. That was twelve hours ago. Now back at my own flat I'm recapturing it all through my mind. The vision of her makes me weak. Her smell. Her taste. Tantalising all my senses. I reach for my cock and it grows in my hand. I grip it firmly and pull down. With my ...