Monica - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Monica - Part 2

... bottoms and a gray sweatshirt. I marveled at how she could make something so plain look so damned sexy. My eyes followed her around, wondering if she was wearing anything under her pajama bottoms. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra; her breasts moved freely as she went about her work. I felt myself starting to get aroused while looking at her. Boldly, I slipped up behind her, my hands sliding up around her cupping her breasts from behind. She gasped, and spun around kissing me passionately, pressing against me. Our hands frantically grabbing at clothing, flailing and tugging at fabric, exposing flesh that would be consumed in short order. My hand slid from her breast for the briefest moment but she grabbed it and placed it back, squeezing the soft flesh with her hand on mine. Breaking the kiss, she whispered in my ear, “More... more... like more...” “Would you like more?” Snapping me out of my daydream, I found she was holding up the coffee pot, looking at me with a puzzled look on her face. I could feel my face burning. Embarrassed and feeling foolish I mumbled “What?” “Would you like more coffee ?” she laughed holding the pot out toward me. “Where the hell were you just then?” she giggled as she refilled my cup. “I was just thinking of what I need to do before my flight leaves,” I lied. “I have to return the rental, get back to the hotel to shower, checkout and of course get to the airport.” “I'll come with you,” she offered. “What? How? I mean...” my voice ...

... trailing off. What does she mean come with me? “It'll be fun!” she tossed the dish towel on the counter. “I'll just take a cab back here from the airport after seeing you off.” She paused and added, “I'd just like to spend a little more time with you while I can. You know? Let me go get dressed...” She spun around and was gone. Just like that. I was left a bit dazed, and delighted to have a few moments more in her company. And as always, wondering what it all means. "Why does it have to mean anything?" I debated silently. I stood there a moment longer and then placed my coffee cup in the sink. When I turned around she was standing there in sandals, a knee length skirt and a blouse that fit her just right. Perfectly put together and all ready to go. Classic Monica I thought with a smile, and she never looked prettier to me or more desirable. I suppose I was staring a bit to long because she hooked her thumb over her shoulder, gesturing toward the door. “Soo... are we going?” she asked with a sly smile, and then turned leading the way. I simply had no choice but to follow her. Upon reaching the car, I opened the passenger side door for her, admiring the way the hem of her skirt revealed her thigh as she got in. She smiled up at me and mouthed thank you as I closed the door. Within a few minutes we merged out into traffic on the highway and were speedily making our way from Redwood City to SFO to drop off the rental car. We drove in silence for the most part with the exception of a ...