Taboo Lust - Sex Stories

Taboo Lust

... across with my hand and snugged my fingers to the inside of his thigh. He moaned softly, so soft I couldn't hear it, but I could feel it in our kiss. Though I hadn't touched him there yet, I knew he was hard from the way he shifted in his seat. The movement was slight, almost like he was asking me to reach higher and find the zipper of his slacks. The gentle warm hum of things shifted and built. Warmth turning to heat, gentleness became more insistent and firm. I leaned into him, shifting to rub my tits against his arm. When he paused our kiss to take a determined breath, he slid his hand up just enough to touch lightly to the very edge of my pussy through my skirt. "We shouldn't," I told him, but I didn't go further than that. "I want to. Let me." I wanted to melt into my chair for him. I spread my legs a little and shifted my hips forward to invite him to go further, touch more. Fifty-fifty. I slid my hand higher up his thigh, feeling for the evidence of how turned on he was, loving that he was turned on just like me. The sanctuary filled with organ music again and both of us were finally able to let sounds slip free. We kissed wetly and slid our hands higher to touch where we shouldn't touch—he slid his fingers against the wet slickness of my panties and I cupped his hot cock. Stroking and stroking, he drove me nearly mad. He sucked on my bottom lip and tickled it with his tongue. His lips were always so lovely, kissing them even lovelier. The music died down and it was ...

... hard then to get quiet again. Edgy, Brian turned just enough to see the stairs. With his eyes still away, me clinging to his arm and rubbing against him mindlessly, he slipped his fingers alongside the elastic of my panties. He skimmed along the stitched edge with short strokes seeming to work up the courage to slide them underneath. "This is wrong," I told him but the words were half-hearted. I urged him on with a flex of my hips, rubbing the slickness of my panties along his fingertips. He reached for my hand that was clasped to his crotch and pressed it, firm, to him. He looked to me, smiled with a lusty haze as he finally slid his fingers inside me. His fingers in me, touching and reaching, and the flex of his wrist as he kept an eye out to avoid trouble...it was all such a thrilling, sweet turn on. I tightened my fingers on his cock through his slacks which offered little resistance. I stroked a bit harder but with care as not to hurt him. Music started again and we both moaned and kissed and kissed, hands stroking and thrusting. A moment later, as the last organ note hung in the air, the dreadful sound of feet on the steps echoed, unmistakable even over the loud speaker. We snapped our hands back. I leaned forward to take up a hymnal from the book rack and opened it upside-down on my lap. Brian pulled an old bulletin from somewhere and leaned forward like me, clutching it in his hands. Silently, I prayed and prayed that it wouldn’t be someone coming to sit with us. Please ...