Monica - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Monica - Part 2

I bolted upright. My heart was pounding and my cock was in Monica's hand. She was sitting on the edge of the bed slowly stroking me. "Shh, it's okay," she said soothingly, "it's just me." She smiled warmly looking down at my cock and then back into my eyes. "I couldn't resist any longer. I hope you don't mind..." Adrenalin was coursing through my veins, startled awake from my dream and my heart pounding in my chest like a child's toy drum. It took what seemed an eternity to get my bearings, come to grips with my surroundings and my surprise guest sitting on the edge of the bed. It took much longer than it should have, in fact, given the torch I had carried for her over the years. Yet here she was before me, holding me in her hand and gently tugging on me like a taffy pull. I looked at her in the dim light. She had left the door ajar and the light from the kitchen spilled through the opening across the floor, halfway across the bed, her features casting a fine shadow. There was just enough light to make out the smile on her face and the shape of her breasts as they strained against her robe. I slowly began to relax and enjoy the slow, deliberate motions of her hand. Emboldened, I leaned forward to kiss her, but she stopped me by placing her hand on my chest and slowly pushed me back on the bed. Her smile became a wicked grin and she looked down at her hand slowly tugging my shaft. She was taking her time, pausing now and then as if she were inspecting her work to be sure ...

... she was being careful and performing her actions just so. With her other hand she reached up and pulled at the tie on her robe. Her breasts gently swaying free from the fabric, nipples erect and casting distinct shadows on her skin. Again I reached out to touch her, but she quickly intercepted my hand, looked into my eyes and shook her head slowly from side to side; no. I acquiesced and set my hands by my side. She then returned to her task, methodically stroking me, and keeping a perfect rhythm. Her gaze moved from my face to my cock and back again, gauging my reaction and adjusting her timing to my breathing and the rocking of my hips. Her thumb and forefinger had formed a perfect circle to tease the head of my cock and she was slowly playing a game of ring toss, starting at the top and settling at the base in a way that drove me mad with desire. And then she stopped stroking for just a moment and milked a drop of precum from the head of my cock, gathered it on her forefinger and then slowly slipped her finger into her mouth. Tasting it, savoring it, swirling it around as if she were at a wine tasting. She lingered that way for a moment, gazing down at the throbbing shaft in front of her as if she were playing chess and debating her next move. A moment later, her hand was wrapped around me again, but this time her motions were much faster and deliberate. I let out a moan and pushed my hips toward her hand. Almost as soon our time together began, I could sense it was ending. ...