The Party Gift: Ch. 3 - Sex Stories

The Party Gift: Ch. 3

... either of us became remotely aware of anything other than the woman she was kissing, I discovered that I was lying on the cold and puddled marble floor of the shower cove with Deanna on top of me; my hands were sensually stroking her body as her tongue explored the deepest recesses of my mouth. Our slick, saturated and glistening bodies were erotically entwined and being continuously pelted by the falling spray of now rather cold shower water. Finally our kiss broke and Deanna gazed down into my eyes. “I think I'm out of hot water,” Deanna finally said. “Yeah, I thought I felt a bit of a chill,” I replied. “Well, maybe we should get out of here before we catch a cold,” Deanna warned. “Might be a good idea,” I began. “And maybe we could eat too.” “Now that’s an even better idea,” Deanna said with a huge smile. “Because I’m fuck’n starving,” we both said simultaneously. Deanna reached up and shut off the water as we then slowly untangled our bodies and got out of the shower cove. We dried each other off with two big, warm and fluffy bath sheets and then wrapped ourselves up in them before proceeding to take turns blow drying and brushing each other’s hair. After that, Deanna led me into her cavernous closet, which was almost bigger than my entire bedroom and told me to slip into anything that I wished and that looked comfy. Spotting what I wanted almost immediately, I thought it best to ask first. “Could I put on one of your uniform blouses?” “Well of course you can,” ...

... Deanna replied sweetly as she was slipping on a short, and oh so sexy black silk robe. I say short because the hem fell above the middle of her hip. There were about six short sleeve and three long sleeve of Deanna's uniform blouse’s hung so perfectly in a row on hangers. Letting my towel drop to the floor, I slipped on one of the long sleeved. As Deanna is a little more than three inches taller than me, it goes without saying that her blouse was a little big on me. I rolled the sleeves up until they cleared my wrists and I only buttoned it up about half way. The hem fell just about two inches above my knees and the shoulder rank patches kind of sloped off my shoulders. “Oh sweetie, you look so precious,” Deanna giggled as her face lit up with that breathtaking smile. “But something is missing.” Studying me for a brief moment, the light bulb suddenly lit up above her head and she snapped her fingers. Deanna then opened a drawer and pulled out a beautiful navy blue silk scarf. Tying it gently yet professionally around my neck, the silk felt marvelous against my skin; particularly when she tightened it. It got me so incredibly hot so incredibly fast! “There we go,” Deanna said. “Oh Deanna, this is gorgeous,” I said as I ran my hands along the fabric. “It's an aviator scarf. My father gave it to me when I graduated from the academy. You see, pilots had to dress very warmly and wear scarfs in the early days of flight because the cockpits were completely open and exposed to all the ...