Patience Part 2 - Sex Stories

Patience Part 2

... carefully place the photo down and reach for your cunt. “Oh that’s right, give me a show,” I wish breathlessly. My luck holds. Snuggling back on your pillows you begin stroking yourself, fingertips gently circling your puffy sex. Your movements become faster as the first moans issue from your throat and slippery juices ooze from your exposed slit. Oh wow! How I long to taste that delicious treat, lap it up, but I can’t. Not yet. I watch patiently as your nimble digits work faster making your body writhe. It looks like you’re going to finger yourself all the way to orgasm. How fucking hot is that? Bottle set down, both hands grasp my cock. I’m hard as nails and my balls ache. I need to stick my cock inside you or jack off, one or the other. Partially hidden by trees, your bedroom faces a busy carpark. It’s relatively quiet tonight but the idea of any random motorists catching me wanking outside your window turns me on enormously. Cock burning my choice becomes obvious; wank now, fuck later. Have it all. Randy as hell I fumble with my zipper to free my cock. It springs forwards, fully erect, veins throbbing. Giving it a vigorous stroke I continue watching you play. You’re really going for it now. “Oh yes, keep ...

... doing that.” Sweat glistening on your skin, your hips thrust to meet fingers that penetrate deep into your slick hole; two, three, four fingers are swallowed up. “Oh God!” I’m about to explode and the sight of your disappearing digits tips me over the edge. Teeth clenched, every muscle tensing, I let out an animalistic grunt as I ejaculate splattering your window with an impressive squirt of cum. “Oh shit!” That was loud and messy. My cum sticks to the glass like glue. You, however, don’t notice a thing - you’re too preoccupied by the throes of your own orgasm. I watch you thrash around before slowly coming down. Tousled and sweaty with the wickedest of smiles on your lips, you’re a sexual goddess primed for more action. Facing the car park for the benefit of hidden voyeurs, I give my cock a shake and re-dress. My softening erection twitches as I zip-up. “Stop that buddy,” I whisper urgently, “play dead. You want to be given ‘the kiss of life’ don’t you?” Glancing through your window one last time I see a brief look of annoyance darkening your beautiful face. Your patience is running out. Perfect timing. Grabbing the Shiraz I charge back to your door and knock quietly. Show time! It’s going to be a memorable night.