Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - 4 - Sex Stories

Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - 4

... quickly, pulled a small box from her suitcase, and retired to the toilet. She bounded back, climbing over my body a minute or so later. Cinda rubbed her crotch against my thigh as her arm draped over my chest, her head on my shoulder. “I’m glad we don’t wear anything to bed, Ty. I like feeling your skin while I sleep.” “You like my skin? How do you think I feel about yours? You have an incredible body with sensational breasts and an ass to die for. I wonder sometimes what it would be like if we stayed in bed for a solid week.” “We’d be soaking wet. I couldn’t go that long without peeing and I’d probably be peeing on you. I know that some people like that, but…ewww! That’s not for me.” “Nor me; plain ordinary sex with you is just fine, not that making love with you is ever plain or ordinary. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met and you’re mine--all mine.” “Yes, Ty—every single part of me is all yours, even my ass. I never really thought about having sex there, but I would if you wanted it. I know you’d never hurt me and I’ve already seen how you’d protect me from harm. I think we should go to sleep now, don’t you? I wish I could drive. Then I could help you. Will you teach me?” “Of course—you know I’d do anything for you.” ‘No wonder I love you so much.” She kissed my cheek, snuggled in even closer, and fell asleep in my arms. I joined her a few minutes later. We were up early the following morning, rising with the sun. As much as we loved being in bed with each other, ...

... we were always up early, eager to see what the coming day would bring us. I packed up the truck while Cinda filled our cooler with ice from the machine. We still had three Cokes and some veggies remaining. We returned to the little restaurant for a big breakfast, but not too big—eating too much usually put me to sleep. We returned to our room to pee and brush our teeth. Cinda remained in the truck while I checked out. I thanked the motel owner, even as he asked, “You really married to that young woman?” “Yes, sir and it was the best decision I’ve ever made. She’s a wonderful person.” I was out the door a few seconds later and a minute after that we were back on the interstate heading north. Traffic was light again although it picked up whenever we skirted a city of any size. I stopped when I thought we were about half-way for gas and a pit stop. We agreed then to skip lunch. We’d both had enough for breakfast to last all day. It was almost 1:30 in the afternoon when I pulled onto the off-ramp. Checking out the traffic to my right I noticed Cinda gripping her thighs so strongly that her knuckles were white. “Nervous?” “A little…no, a lot; what will happen if your parents don’t like me?” “That will be their loss. You’ll still be stuck with me.” “Good!” She leaned over to plant a kiss on my cheek. “How much farther?” “About three miles or so.” I reached over and took her hand in mine. I drove up the winding two-lane road until I slowed at the long driveway, making the left-hand ...