The Brazilian Beauty Beguiles - Sex Stories

The Brazilian Beauty Beguiles

... the privacy of her sheets her heart began to thump. At first timidly young Mari let her hand move to her breast. Confronting the erect rubbery hardness the young teen was shocked. Yes her nipple was already hard? Did this older man really have such an effect on her body she wondered? Unable to stop what she had started she teased her nipple lightly. The sensations felt nice. Mari whimpered softly into the darkness. “Oh John!” Mari let out the name in an almost silent whisper. The teen’s other hand snaked down her flat tummy. She let her fingers trace slowly and tease her skin. In her brain they were John’s fingers. The hand was John’s hand. The chocolate skinned virgin spread her legs wider. Her tentative exploring fingers finally reached their destination. The now aroused young girl touched the tufts of soft silky hair at her mound. Oh god the tingles felt so sweet. Her body was on edge. If only John were actually here. “Mmm yes John. Please….” The fantasy was taking hold. Mariana squeezed firmly on her left nipple. The sensations zapped through her slender aching body. As if manipulated by an angel with a remote control her other hand slid over her second set of lips, the ones between her hips. The puffy outer lips were already wet and moist. Mari’s heart was racing now. She spread her legs even wider. “Kiss me John.” The young girl’s murmurs followed her fantasy like the lines of a script. Mariana could almost feel John’s lips on hers. His chin was rough with stubble. She ...

... giggled. “John you need to shave.” The fantasy felt so real. Mariana wanted the moment to be perfect. Losing her virginity should be perfect. Her finger slid between the slick pink folds of her outer lips. The first stroke of her finger was magical. She gently teased the tip of her clitoris with a rapid flutter. Mari’s body felt the first shudder of intense sexual pleasure. _______________________________ John moved from the bathroom to his own hotel bed. Still he was erect and hard. He tossed and turned. The executive tried to will him self to sleep. Images of Mariana’s taut young body kept assaulting his fertile imagination. “Please” John implored to whatever gods might control his brain, “stop sending these sexy images.” Frustrated the middle-aged executive turned on the bedside lamp. He tried to read a chapter of “Kafka on the Shore”. John then tried to look at a spreadsheet on his computer. None of it did any good. His cock remained rock hard and swelled. It seemed Mari was stubborn. There was no getting rid of her image. John gave in and grabbed a small white cotton face towel from the bathroom. He turned off the light in the bedroom. In the privacy of total darkness he gave in to his taboo desire. The fantasy with Mariana began to unfold like a movie. Langham wrapped the soft white cotton towel around his throbbing swelled cock. He stoked it softly. John’s eyes were clenched closed as he let the images flow. He murmured soft words he could not stifle. “Mariana you’re ...