Lazy Weekend - Book 1 - Sex Stories

Lazy Weekend - Book 1

... would not be fatal. Slowly, he brought his lips to hers, touching it gently, feeling the soft flesh intimate flesh of another being’s, possibly an angel’s. He felt her mouth part and decided to follow suit, tilting his head so their noses wouldn’t collide. She suddenly giggled and pulled away. Facing him, her hands went to his chest, which was hard from push-ups. She gazed into his eyes, trying to understand what his mind thought, at the same time feeling his heart beat, hard but not fast. Her gaze slowly drifted down to his belly, seeing a mildly sculpted frame, no packs but they were almost surfacing. Imperfect perfection. An oxymoron. She looked back up at him and said, “You’re shaved.” “I got itchy when I did sports. Became a habit.” Her left hand ran down his belly, passed his belly button and brushed against where there used to be thick hair. Her touch sent a jolt through him, followed by a tingling sensation. She smiled gently, knowing the power she had but also aware of how he could make her feel. It was mutual, the feeling, and they’d both knew it. She stroked his manhood up and down a few times before he leaned in closer to her, head bowed low, his right hand behind her neck, and brought her forward to meet his lips. She got hungry all of a sudden and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, tasting his lips fast, then slow, then drawing away, slightly breathless. The two turned off the shower and towelled down using the same towel, the cotton soft ...

... against their skin. She took his hand and guided him to the only bedroom. She did not have to look back to know that he’d watch her full bottom sway as she walked. She’d caught him more than a few times looking at her rear whenever she was turned away. But she loved how she could get his attention. Not that she ever tried to. They knelt on the bed, a spring-less mattress, bouncy and comfortable all the same. “Now your turn,” she said. They kissed again, fingers interlocking, her breasts pressed to his chest. He could feel her hard nipples, the warmth from his body and her breath from her nostrils. There was a sweetish aroma or odour in the air. Not heavy. Maybe it was just his imagination. Maybe not. Her lips seemed sweet and she even smelt likewise. Pheromones. Normally emitted from the underarms and pubic regions. Awkward when you’d actually think about it. Sexy yet in a weird way. Natural imperfect perfection. He liked it. She pushed him on his chest gently, smiling gently and then unknowingly let out an anxious yet excited giggle. Strangely cute. She didn’t do that all the time but when she did, she did it right, at the right time, at the right place, making him melt. He adjusted himself with his elbows and she arched down to kiss him again. She gently raked her trimmed nails up his belly to his chest as she knee-walked, straddling him. Her womanhood now at his chest. She could feel his heart beating faster within its cavity, actually throbbing against her moist womanhood. He ...