The Missionary's Position - Sex Stories

The Missionary's Position

... laundry. I wondered if this morning really had been a dream. I watched, waiting, hoping that something would happen. The longer I watched, the more the clothesline filled in around her. Elka finished hanging the last sheet and looked around her, then up at my window with a smile.

Elka slowly unbuttoned her dress, shrugging it off of her shoulders. Next, she bent forward as she removed her slip. Her large tits heaved at the material of her brassiere. She then stepped out of her panties and removed her bra. She faced my window as she washed herself. I stood in full view of the window so she could see me as she bathed. Elka smiled up at me as her hands washed her tits.

She had a devilish grin on her face while she washed her pussy. Elka rinsed her bush and slipped her fingers into her cunt. Elka started to finger herself as she stared into my eyes. Her fingers rubbed over her clit and plunged into her pussy, then back out over her clit. Her body flinched as she approached climax, and her knees buckled slightly. She grabbed for the table but missed and fell to the ground.

Elka lay there on wet grass pleasuring herself. Her body convulsed on the ground as she writhed from the strength of her orgasm. She lay there for countless minutes, panting, gasping for air. I found myself in the same state as this morning, but I fought the urge to masturbate. Secretly, I hoped she would visit me in the bathroom again tomorrow.

The next morning, I did indeed wake with a raging ...

... hard-on. I crept to the bathroom as I had done yesterday. As I began to undress, I heard the soft steps of Elka's approach. I knew it was her by the absence of the heavy-footed thud of Lica or Luis. I stepped into the cold water of the shower that I'd become accustomed to. Their small water heater didn't provide enough for full-length showers.

I stood with my back to the door, waiting to hear the click of the catch. It seemed like forever, and I looked over my shoulder to check if I had inadvertently locked the door. Elka was there standing in the nude. Barely audible, she again told me not to turn around. Her body pressed against me, repeating yesterday morning. I reached behind me, searching for the warmth between her legs. Elka's hand stroked me from behind while I fingered her to orgasm. Elka's hand was magic, sending exquisite sensations through the length of my shaft. She pumped and squeezed me closer and closer to climax, but I held off, not wanting it ever to end. I grunted and groaned as the pressure built inside my balls.

Elka leaned in closer, whispering, "Finish in my mouth."

She knelt before me as I turned. Still pumping her hand on my cock, she gasped at seeing its entirety of its length for the first time. Elka took the tip of my nine inches between her lips as she continued to pump her fist. She sucked gently on the head of my cock and slid its length into her mouth and back out to the tip. Elka did this a few more times, making me week-kneed. I grabbed ...