Night Out with Older Sister - Sex Stories

Night Out with Older Sister

Ashlee is 26 never married single 5' 7" petite sexy body long blonde hair down her shoulders. " Come on Ashlee," her younger sister pleaded, " I need to get out again and this Thursday night would be the perfect opportunity, but I've no-one to go with." Ashlee smiles. " Oh...I see...I'm the last option am I?" " No, no not at all, I didn't mean it like that and you know it." Her sister said. "So, where is it you want to go?" Ashlee asks. " How about the Manhatten Club," her sister said, " It is one of the hottest nightclubs in Dallas!" Arriving at the Manhatten Club, they got a drink each from the bar and found a seat. The club got noticeably busier as the time for the band to play came round. Ashlee has already spoken to a number of people she knew but hadn't seen for a while. When Ashlee returned from the bar, a trip that took fifteen minutes as they are extremely busy by now, she found her seat had been taken by me. Ashlee's sister introduced me and I asked Ashlee if she wanted to go to my place. When we arrived I saw Ashlee was definitely turned on, I took in the view in front of me. Ashlee's left hand is high up, grasping the door frame, clinging on for support. I clearly see no rings on her third finger, so I assumed she is married. Starting at her feet my eyes move up her body, taking in first her high heels which accentuated her firm legs. This has the effect of making her ass stick out, which isn't a bad thing in my mind. Her skirt stretched tight across her ass ...

... cheeks and look really, really sexy. My cock twitching, moving slightly to one side I'm able to take in the curve and size of her breasts under her tight pale blue short sleeve shirt. I take a sharp breath in as I realized how nice they are. Mmmmm I thought, very, very nice. I finished by taking a look at the side of her face and realized that she is younger than I first thought. My cock twitching again and then pulsing, my bulge pressing against the fabric of my trousers. With no hesitation I walk over to where Ashlee is hanging onto the door frame and stood close behind her. I smell her perfume. It heightens my senses. She seems to be struggling to stand upright. Ashlee is totally oblivious to my presence. She hadn't heard the front door open or close. She hadn't realized that I had entered and was now standing close behind her. She is consumed by a feeling. It is a strange feeling, one she'd experienced when masterbating. She feels the wet between her legs. It is like an itch that can't be relieved by scratching. Her nipples are hurting. They seem as if they are trying to push out through her bra and shirt. She wants to touch them, to feel her breasts but didn't feel she should. What is that? She is jolted slightly as she feels my body brush against her. Looking down she sees my hand on her arm. She should have reacted by turning and seeing who or what it was. But she didn't. She watches, mesmerized as my hand rubbed up and down her arm, first on the outside and then round to ...