Monica - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Monica - Part 2

... few casual exchanges regarding the scenery or the traffic. Noticing the airport exit coming up, I looked over my shoulder before changing lanes and suddenly felt her hand on my leg. She began leaning toward me, her hand rubbing me through my trousers and within the blink of an eye her head was in my lap. I could feel her warm breath through the material of my trousers and found myself struggling to concentrate and maintain control of the car. At the bottom of the exit, I stopped at the light, signaling for a left turn into the rental car lot. Monica still had her head in my lap and was teasing me relentlessly. My hand was on her head as she playfully nipped at me through the fabric. I glanced over to my right in time to see a police officer on motorcycle pull alongside the car, stopping and waiting for the light. “Keep your head down!” I whispered. “There is a cop beside us.” And that started her giggling, her face bouncing off of my crotch as she was consumed by laughter. Much to my relief, the light turned green and the motorcycle cop sped through the intersection. She sat up in her seat, abandoning the idea of sucking me off in the car but continued giggling. She was adorable. We turned into the rental car lot and pulled into the garage, following the arrows toward the proper drop off location. Once out of the car, we looked at each other and started laughing again. I instinctively held out my ...

... hand to her, and we made our way toward the drop off kiosk. A moment later, with receipt in hand, we found ourselves in the courtesy van making our way to the airport hotel. She had her arm locked around mine and was leaning quietly against me with her head resting on my shoulder. I felt a simple comfort overwhelm me at that moment and hoped it would never end. The hotel was busy with guests checking in and out, milling about and pestering the concierge. We wove our way quietly through the lobby, my arm around her and headed toward the elevators. We waited quietly alongside an elderly couple, and followed them onto the elevator taking our place alongside them. As the car began its ascent, Monica placed her hand on my ass giving me a firm squeeze. It startled me and I jumped, catching my breath for a moment. I couldn't help but notice the disapproving looks out of the corner of my eye, and I could tell Monica was giggling again. When we got to the room I opened the door and let her walk in first. Stepping past her, I went to the desk and placed my wallet on top of some papers as a reminder not to leave them behind. I then turned around to see her leaning seductively against the door. That familiar grin spread across her lips as one hand reached for the hemline of her skirt. She very slowly raised it exposing her legs, and as it crept higher, she beckoned me with her other hand. “Hungry?” She smiled.