Summer In the Ozarks - Sex Stories

Summer In the Ozarks

... soft and warm, and as he tugged and squeezed, he continued to imagine her voice, the sound of her moaning softly, and the feel of her lips as they touched just the head of his warm cock. His head rolled to the side as excitement filled his body. He felt his temperature rise as his heartbeat quickened as the image of her filled his mind. He tugged his shaft, slowly milking toward the tip, as it reached its full size. He squeezed and tugged, wanting to release his hot semen, imagining her lips ready to capture his ejaculation. The desire was intense, the imagery in his mind heart-stopping, as his hand worked up and down, squeezing and tugging. He took a deep breath. His cock was prone and ready, but this was not the time. He knew that if he released at that moment, by himself, he may not be able to repeat the intensity in case the time came later in the day, the time when he would not be alone. So, despite the urge to pump until he could let loose, his removed his hand, sat up, and slid his legs over the side of the mattress. He had time for a shower and breakfast before he needed to go. He hurried into the bathroom to run the shower, giving it a few minutes to warm before he entered. But a surprise would be waiting for him. The bus drove into town nearly two hours early. Silvia considered waiting at the bus depot for his arrival, but then considered phoning him to deliver the good news. However, just as she was about to deposit a quarter into the slot, she spied a bright ...

... yellow cab. Making a snap decision, she hailed it and gave the driver Cal’s address. She arrived at his doorstep just as he climbed into the warm shower. She knocked, knowing he was home because his truck was still in the driveway. He never went anywhere without it. He lived too far from town to walk. But when the door went unanswered after the third time, she tried the knob. She was in luck. It had been left unlocked overnight. Not surprising, as there was almost no crime where he lived, and especially none to speak of. Yes, there was the occasional theft of candy from the country store down the street, but other than that, it was safe. She pushed the door open and peeked inside. She could hear the shower running upstairs. A smile slid across her face. She would surprise him, and in more ways than one. Dropping her suitcase, she dashed up the stairs. The bathroom was on the left, the bedroom, on the right. She stopped at the bathroom door for a moment and peeked in through the crack between the door and the doorway. She could see Cal through the thin, nearly transparent shower curtain as he lathered himself up. His hands rubbed the soap onto his chest until it turned to a thick, bubbly lather. Her hands rose slowly to her breasts as she watched his hands gliding across his wet, naked body. As his hands moved slowly across his torso, she discovered the desire to follow his movements; not merely with her eyes, but with her own hands. She followed his hand across his chest, ...