Time to Unwind: Samantha vs. Her Horny Wet Pussy - Sex Stories

Time to Unwind: Samantha vs. Her Horny Wet Pussy

... fantastical train of thought. For the second time she was surprised as the hotty swung around with her bag of goods. “I must be tired” she said to herself as she blushed again in self shame. While Samantha did have a mind of filth, it was a rarity for her to be so cavalier with where she lost herself in wonton reverie. What’s more, as she stepped forward she was taken back by the sudden change of climate in her leggings. She paid the man and said goodbye as she involuntarily fluttered her eyelashes and giggled delightfully. She headed for the door and noticed on her first step the cool of the breeze as it hit the now apparent dampness deep between her legs. Samantha was always consciously straight forward and reserved, but her young fertile body often fought back in rebellion. It knew what it needed even if she didn’t. She felt like a school girl idiot as she left, and tried her best to shake off the abashment. Her initial thoughts ranged from the accusatory “what the hell is wrong with me” slowly mellowing out to the admission that she was so busy lately that she was totally neglecting herself. She got back to the car and sighed as she recalled that it had been about 3 weeks since she really dipped in to please her honey-pot (quickie sessions in the bathroom stall at work don’t count). She dived into her seat nestling her fat bottom in. The car rocked as she adjusted herself. Finally she could relax! So she drove off to an empty corner of the lot where she could read and ...

... review some school papers. It was always so peaceful here at night and Samantha couldn’t feel safer. She s**ttered her papers on the passenger seat and slumped back. She took in all the pain from the day’s tension and breathed through it as she unwound with hot drink in hand. She closed her eyes and relaxed her muscles with deep meditation. Her thick legs fell to the sides, and again made her aware of her shameful public lust. The black legging clung to her skin emphasizing every ripple on her thick calves. Every hill of her stout thighs rounded out beautifully. As you moved up between her legs there was a juicy cushion of flesh. She delved into fantasy again. As strange as it may seem this time it was about herself. She gazed fourth at her love cushion bound in black. The silhouette subtly outlined the semblance of two perfect meaty lips. The edges of her mouthwatering fruit dived back in to her thighs right after one more dramatic swell at the sides. “My sweet sweet pussy” She whispered out loud as she pulled in and out of her dreams of vacations and sexy baristas. It wasn’t before long that she came back to earth, but before she could declare that she would finally get some work done she stopped dead in her tracks again. Her crotch throbbed in carnality and the uniform curve between her legs was now disturbed by the swelling of her uncanny large clit. “I’m fucking soaked” She said half-heartedly as her snatch was cooled by the air on the moist fabric. She shifted in her seat ...