The Converting of Colin - Sex Stories

The Converting of Colin

... smile. "Why don't we go up to your room, Colin? Maybe we can get to know each other a little better, mm?" I say softly as my hand slides up his thigh until it rests on the bulge between his legs. His eyes widen a little as I let my fingers run against the length of his cock, and I know I've got him. From this moment on, he's mine to do with as I want. "Sure," he says confidently, but I see the fear behind his eyes. I tell myself that I'll have to take it easy with this one. I take his arm as we walk towards the lift. In my heels, I'm slightly taller than he is, and I accentuate the fact by holding my posture straight so my breasts push out in my thin dress. I'm wearing a quarter-cut bra, so the friction of the fabric against my nipples is delicious, and I feel them stiffen. And it's not the only thing that does. Thank goodness I'm able to hide my 'clit' so well, otherwise it might scare people! I try to make small talk with Colin in the lift, but he seems either too anxious or too excited to really have a meaningful conversation. I need to get him to relax, so when we finally get into his room, I ask him to order a bottle of something to be sent up. He rings room service while I go to the bathroom, where I strip down to my expensive lingerie: black silk quarter-bra with matching thong, both with a cream lace trim. My black stockings are held up by a black waspie, a black frill at its base. The contrast of the black looks so seductive against the alabaster white of my soft ...

... skin. Before going back through to Colin, I give my 36C's a once over, enjoying the sensation of my palms over my nipples. Mr.Rogsteen, my surgeon, did a fantastic job, with the faintest of scars that are almost impossible to detect. It was money very well spent. Now to put them to good use. I saunter back into the bedroom, and the look on Colin's face is priceless. I walk across to the bed and lay down on it, patting the space beside me. Colin takes the hint, and is across in a flash. After a shy moment on his part, we start necking. His mouth tastes of the whisky he drank in the bar, and I kinda like it. I feel his tongue tentatively explore my mouth before his hands start do the same to my body. He certainly seems eager, and I try to get him to relax by rolling him onto his back and laying on top of him. My long blonde hair falls over his face, making a private, intimate space between us. I feel his hands on my ass, and I'm just starting to like what he's doing with it when there's a knock at the door. A few moments later, Colin has uncorked a bottle of sparkling wine, and we're sat next to each other, toasting each others' health. I sip mine delicately, savouring the subtlety of the wine. It's a good vintage, and I'm pleased he hasn't skimped on me. Colin, on the other hand, is not so well disciplined, downing his glass in one gulp. He pours himself another, and I urge him to sip it, which he does tentatively. Smiling, I put my glass down and take his off him. "I believe ...