Hillary by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Hillary by loyalsock

... the shock of pleasure the simple touch sent through her. Once more, she tried to ignore her feelings and return to reading. Again her hand moved, this time sliding down the side of her waist, across her flat belly until it reached the slightly damp place between her legs. At the shock of the touch, Hillary dropped the book beside her and gave up all pretense. Hillary was so hot she no longer cared whether she was alone or not. All she knew was that something had to be done about this, and she was the only one there to do it. One hand slipped under the edge of her bikini bottoms, between the warm folds to find her swollen pleasure center. The touch sent waves of heat rolling through her, and she moaned loudly, her hips thrusting forward. Her other hand rose to her breast, where she rolled her nipple between her fingers. Her hips moved gently against her finger, which slipped easily in the moistness. She could feel the pressure building, and her second hand slipped to her waist to join the first under her now soaked bikini bottoms. She moaned again, rubbing the swollen bud of pleasure while her other finger slipped deep inside herself. The feeling of her finger sliding through the warm wet of her own juices intensified the building of her feelings, and she knew she was about to go over the edge. She opened her eyes, and gave into her fantasies, imagining the tanned face of the man she had seen earlier bending over her, whispering to her. Her hips arched upward, hard against ...

... her hand, and the world exploded. Slowly she came back to reality, and blushed as she remembered the loud cry she had made as she came. As the throbbing subsided, she tried to figure out how to get back downstairs, now that the bottom of her suit was drenched, and opened her eyes. "Hello there." For a minute Hillary thought she must be dreaming. Surely there couldn't be anyone else on the roof, and certainly not a someone with a voice that sounded so thrilling. She turned her head towards the source of the voice, and felt the world drop out from under her. Sitting cross legged next to her, hands clasped in his lap, was the man she had seen earlier. He was looking at her, a faintly amused expression on his face. "I came up here to sunbathe." "So did I," Hillary said quietly, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "There's usually no one else here. I like to be alone." The stranger chuckled. "I think I can see why." Hillary blushed again, and looked away. "How long have you been here?" Her voice was barely audible, and she could feel his breath on her shoulder as he leaned close to catch her words. "Long enough to see that your body acts as beautifully as it is made," he said quite seriously. Blushing to the tips of her ears, Hillary stood up and wrapped the towel around her waist. Not looking at the stranger, she leaned over the pick up her book (presenting a wonderful rear view as she did so), and then ran for the door. "Good going, Hillary. Now you have not only managed to ...