The Stories of Laura, Part 2, Getting to know her - Sex Stories

The Stories of Laura, Part 2, Getting to know her

... I was starting to pant. Then he stopped. He moved off me and leaned in from my feet, pressing my feet firmly against both sides of his aching and throbbing cock. I wanted to move my feet to rub it but he had already started to massage my ass again from this angle. More firm and determine, these strokes were pushing the envelop on how far my cheeks could spread comfortably but then I realized he was just "inadvertently" exposing my mound. I knew he could see it. I wanted it to be wet but could only imagine the view. I wondered what it would feel like being touched there by him. I didn't have to wait long. Two fingers found the folds of my pussy and traced them from top to bottom. It was a tight fit with my legs as they were. Almost as if he could read my mind, I found my legs parted and he continued to lightly touch my pussy and inner thighs, alternating attentions. At times I could feel his fingers wet with my juices trying to find the source of the wetness, I started pushing back as best that I could but he was having none of that. The third or fourth time I tried he pulled back and said, in a voice that startled me, "Okay, time to roll on your back." With all pretense of shyness gone I tried my best to jump and roll over at the same time but my body didn't move much. I was so ready to cum that I wasn't in a very good place to move. But I managed. As I completed this action Ken was massaging his hands with more lotion then smiled at me. Still clothed he reached up my ...

... camisole which was only barely covering my natural breasts and started lovingly massing them. That was awesome. I was really enjoying this an my chest, which is not that heavy, seemed to swell as he applied his warm hands to my breasts. With this we started telling me how lovely I looked and started talking to me like I was part of a story. He was telling me how I felt to him and how his writing could not adequately describe how I felt to him. He was not into huge breasts and he reported that mine looked and felt perfect and couldn't wait to describe them better in his future stories. Then he led me on a story of how well he was going to massage my pussy....how he loved my little tuft of hair and how sometime he may have to taste me directly but today this was simply my time to enjoy his fingers. He crawled onto the bed next to me but still not crowding me and gently stroked my stomach and inner thighs. While telling me how hot I was to the touch and how wet I looked he inched his caresses closer to my sex. Closer and closer but he wasn't touching it. He was mind-fucking me on how great I felt but I wanted to feel it. I looked directly in his eyes and barely uttered the word, "Please..." I had to wait no longer. His first two finger pressed into my folds and around my opening while his thumb searched and found my clit. "Ohhhhhhhhh" was the only thing I could say. He started telling me how wet I was now and how he wanted to see and hear me cum on his fingers. He alternated strokes ...