Freedom 3. On My Own - Sex Stories

Freedom 3. On My Own

... bar who was paying attention knew exactly what was going on, but I was determined not to be embarrassed.

We closed the door to his room behind us. There was only one chair in the room, a typical office-type chair, so we sat side-by-side on the edge of the bed. Roger was handsome but a little pudgy. A few streaks of grey highlighted his light brown hair. There wasn't any small talk.

I just stared into his blue eyes. His hand went to my knee. "Are you OK with this?" he whispered as his lips brushed against my ear. I felt my belly tighten.

My answer was to turn and press my lips against his for an open-mouthed kiss. Roger responded by playing with my tongue as his hand brushed across my top. I pulled his shirt out of his pants and reached under to rub his lightly-haired chest. Through my tee, he gently excited my breasts, first with the palm of his hand and then with fingers wrapped around them. My fingers dug into his pecs, leading him to slide his hand up under my shirt. My bra slid up off my breasts as his hand cupped the bare skin under my shirt.

Breathing deeply, I moved my hand down to his soft, business-man trousers. I found the emerging bulge and squeezed, briefly rubbing up and down. I managed to get two hands to work, unbuttoning his shirt, and sighed quietly as he pulled my tee up over my boobs. I opened the shirt all the way and pulled it off behind him. He pulled me close enough to reach behind and unclip my bra. Then he took off my shirt and let the ...

... bra fall to the bed.

Topless, we kissed and caressed each other in the cool air of the room. Roger pushed me back onto the bed and leaned over to tease my nipples with his tongue. I took the opportunity to find his bulge again and, this time, to squeeze and rub aggressively. Suddenly, he was sucking hard on my tit. His hand went to my knee again. My legs flew apart as his hand moved up the fabric of my jeans. He palmed my mound and started rubbing. As my hips rocked up, up, up, I wondered how soon he would discover how wet my panties were.

I found the tab on Roger's zipper and pulled it down. He helped by opening his belt. It was fantastic grabbing his cock through his form-fitting silky underwear. I was able to wrap my hand completely around his cock inside the flexible cloth. God, I wanted to get closer. I moved across and gently took his cock, fabric and all, between my teeth. He moaned softly as my hand cupped his balls while I slid my teeth up and down.

I felt my belt open, and the zipper on my jeans went down. The cool air confirmed my wetness. Roger's hand covered my panties and pushed the cloth between my lips. My emerging climax was all the motivation I needed to pull the waistband down past Roger's cock and take it into my mouth. After a few seconds, I pushed his remaining clothes off and took his balls in my mouth, one by one.

Roger was leaning on one elbow playing with my sex as I licked the side of his shaft. His hand slipped through the waist of my ...