Déjà Vu - Part Two - Sex Stories

Déjà Vu - Part Two

This is Part Two of a Two Part story. You’ll probably enjoy it better if you read Part One first. While Chari watched the tow-driver finish hooking up her car, I went and got mine and pulled it around. Chari jumped in and we drove the ten miles to my house with the tow truck following behind. I think that Chari was disappointed that my car, a restored Triumph Spitfire, was a two-seater with bucket seats so that we couldn’t sit right next to each other. But, she made up for it by running her hand up and down my thigh, and then my burgeoning erection, the whole way to the house. When we got there, and I had to get out of the car to show the driver where to put Chari’s car, he gave me that knowing smile. Fortunately Chari maintained some decorum while we got the car unhooked, paid the driver for the extra mileage, and he drove off. But, as soon as he was around the corner, Chari had her arms around my neck and was kissing me with abandon. I hated to do it, because she was quickly becoming a very good kisser, but I finally had to push her away a little. “Um, maybe we need to go inside; you know, before the neighbors come out?” She laughed. “Yeah, I guess discretion is in order,” she said, as she took my hand and led me to the front door. I had it open in a flash, and she rushed in. She looked around and whistled. The house was on the large size for a single guy; and I had spent the money to get it professionally decorated and outfitted with some pretty hi-tech toys. “I don’t ...

... want to sound impolite, but this isn’t what I expected.” “What were you expecting?” “I don’t know, exactly. The few guys’ places I’ve been in were messes; but then they were all computer nerds and gamers. Cleanliness isn’t a priority. But this is really nice. So, do I get a tour? And can I visit the ‘little girl’s room’ first?” I couldn’t remember the condition of the hallway guest bathroom, so I led her to my room and pointed her to the master-bath. “While you are in there, I’ll fix us something to drink. Any preference?” “A good ‘cab’ if you’ve got it,” she said as she closed the door, ‘otherwise any dry red.” I did indeed have a nice cabernet in the rack, but it took me a while to find the corkscrew. By the time I got the bottle open and poured two glasses, it had been long enough that I was beginning to wonder where Chari was. I roamed back to the bedroom and was surprised by what I saw. Chari was standing in front of my dressing mirror in just a pair of simple pink cotton panties, looking at herself in the mirror while caressing her breasts. I put the glasses down, kicked off my shoes, then quickly undid my pants and let them and my jockey shorts drop to the floor, where I deftly stepped out of them. I pulled my polo shirt over my head, then bent over and took off my socks. When I stood back up, I was totally naked. Pulling her hair back, I nibbled her earlobe before softly kissing her neck, then her shoulder. She put her hands down at her sides. “Do you really think that I ...