My French lover - Sex Stories

My French lover

... could see how erect my nipples had become, pointing out like bullets. My heart was pounding fast. I could feel my pussy tingling. I was getting very turned on at my flashing display. I don’t know what came over me, but I was feeling really randy by then. The sight of that gorgeous hard cock was just too much. I wanted to touch it and feel it deep inside me. I knew it was wrong on all counts but lust just seems to rule your head. I kept eye contact and slowly uncrossed my legs, parting them ever so slightly. I could feel my robe part at the sash. I knew my pussy was now on full show to him. I carried on chatting to him as I watched his eyes keep flicking down to my pussy. I looked at his cock, it was now twitching. I knew he was as turned on as me. My breathing got deeper and so was his. I teased his eyes as I parted my legs slightly wider. I could feel I was getting wetter and wetter with all the teasing. I was determined he would make the first move. I reached across the table and took his empty plate placing it on top of mine. My movement caused my robe to part even more, almost exposing my breasts completely. I picked up the plates, stood up and turned to the sink. I stood at the worktop placing the plates in the washing up bowl when I heard the chair legs scrape on the tiled floor. Marco got up. I focused out of the window as I felt him come up behind me. I put one hand either side of me on the worktop and braced myself. I wasn’t sure what would happen next. I could ...

... feel the wetness of my pussy. There was silence. Neither of us spoke. I saw each of his hands holding his towel clasp over mine each side of me. Then his hot naked body pressed against my back. His hard cock pressed against the thin cotton covering my bum, it positioned itself hard and strong between my cheeks. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as I pushed back against him. I ground back against him letting him know that I wanted him desperately. He dropped the towel and reached his hands around me undoing my sash that held my flimsy gown together. I gripped the edge of the worktop with both hands and focused on my garden as I felt his large warm hands begin to stroke my soft naked flesh, he caressed them up until he cupped my firm breasts in each hand, and rolled my nipples between his fingers. He nuzzled his chin into my neck and began kissing it, working up to my ears where he darted his hot wet tongue in my ear canal, and nibbled my ear lobes. I pushed my bum back again against his hard cock, rubbing it up and down his shaft. I moaned with sheer pleasure and wanton passion. He slid his way down my body with his hands, kissing me all over as he finally knelt behind me. He lifted my robe and kissed my arse cheeks. Then placing a hand on each cheek, he parted them and darted his hot tongue up my arse crack, paying particular attention to my hole. I pushed my bum back against him as he licked my hole. He then manoeuvred himself around under my legs until he was sitting on ...