Lazy Weekend - Book 1 - Sex Stories

Lazy Weekend - Book 1

... smiled gently, yet shyly, again. He felt that familiar feeling of arousal building within his chest and belly every time he’d steal a glance at her butt or her beautiful legs whenever she wore short shorts or skirt; whenever he’d steal a peak at her pale underarm; whenever he’d stare at the back of her shirt, blouse or singlet, noticing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. A scent new to him made its way to his senses, waking him up, heightening his senses. Probably more pheromones from her womanhood that now hovered right above his mouth, inches away. Its moisture glistened in the light from the table lamps, her lips slightly opened. He wrapped his arms around her thighs that were now on both sides of his head and she lowered herself slowly. She was not shy at all about her sexuality. She was a very opened person. She watched those films filled with passionately explicit contents, however she didn’t watch certain genres. He knew because they’d shared the fact for only a brief moment, and that he’d actually caught her watching it once, but had quickly left without alerting her. She knew his type of genre because she’d seen some on his portable hard drive, and actually watched a few. He parted his lips as her southern lips came into contact with his. Her eyes were closed tight, her breath short and quick. A tingle jolted up his body as he began slowly kissing and gently sucking on her womanhood the way he had kissed her – slowly, lovingly and passionately. Her ...

... womanhood represents her, is her. Respect it, love it and make love to it. It is part of her. His mouth now cupped her womanhood, his upper lip just at her clitoris hood, his lower lip below her entrance and his tongue lapping slowly and gently. He sucked as if he were trying to drain her of her fluids that made her wet, but did it gently, not hard. She moaned quietly, her inhalations and exhalations sharp. The sensations she felt were better than anything that had been felt or described. Definitely better than the times she’d pampered her womanhood while thinking about the times she’d teased him. Her taste was interestingly intoxicating, and it sent him into euphoria. Her essence was indescribable – it was somewhat like his pre-cum, slightly salty, but was also sweetish. Not exactly like that, but somewhere there. He quickened his licks and increased the pressure of his suction, drawing more moans from her, quickening her breath, making her arch back in bliss. Her hair hung down, brushing against his manhood at attention. He slowed down, teasing her, then quickened again, stimulating her. Her womanhood ground against his parted lips, forwards and back, side to side, in slow and sometimes rough circles. How long it had been, she had no idea. Time had seemed to lose its meaning as she straddled his mouth, making sure his nose was not covered entirely, only lost in her tuff of hair. She was there for maybe fifteen or twenty minutes. She had no idea. But she was sure she was close. That ...