Sorrento: Part 1 - Sex Stories

Sorrento: Part 1

... could not put into words what I wanted. No sooner than it started, than the sound of the terrace door brought it all to an abrupt end. One final kiss on the side of the neck and then nothing. I wanted to turn and reach out. I wanted to throw my arms around whoever this was and keep them close, but somehow I was frightened that the spell would be broken; that this weird anonymity was the one thing making it possible. I stood there, frozen, excited and exhausted. My mind slowly came back to a strange sort of reality; having stood there on the brink of having sex with a complete stranger, I now had to go upstairs to and behave normally with my husband of thirty years. I also realized that I was highly aroused and wanted someone inside me. When I reached our room, I locked the door and immediately checked that Tom was off the phone and the laptop was closed. I certainly did not want what I had in mind to be broadcast across the west coast of America. Tom laid back on the bed. I stood in his line of sight. I undid my jeans, then took off my cardigan and slipped my top over my head. When I undid my bra and threw it across the floor, Tom seemed to get the message and started to undress. By the time I struggled out of my shoes and jeans, we were both naked. I crawled onto the bed on all fours and positioned myself over his semi-erect penis. Semi-erect was not sufficient for what I wanted, so I took him in my mouth and sucked. Oral sex was not something that often found its way ...

... into our repertoire, but I knew it would get him hard, and the harder he got, the more aroused I became. With hindsight I went too far. I took Tom too close to orgasm. When he eventually entered me, he was only able to continue for a few inconsequential thrusts before he came. Now I confess to adoring the feeling of having Tom cum inside me; it was one of life's great revelations when I first went on the pill, but I needed to be fucked. I needed to be fucked long, hard and deep so that I came too. What happened with Tom was disappointing. He was not usually inconsiderate when we made love, but I could see that he just wanted to curl up and sleep. I felt horribly frustrated. I took myself off to the bathroom, and for the second night running, sat on the toilet and played with myself, Tom's semen leaking from my vagina. I made myself cum, but it lacked the satisfaction I wanted. I needed to reach orgasm by being fucked. Wednesday was a beautiful day; clear blue skies and a warmth that reminded me of summer. I persuaded Tom to take me shopping after breakfast. I had seen a couple of small designer boutiques, and needed both Tom's language skills and his credit card. We had to wait until eleven for them to open. Plenty of time to relax over coffee, and talk. Tom admitted he felt guilty for not having as much time with me as he had hoped. I assured him I was finding ways of enjoying myself; less of a lie than he thought. The dress I bought was red, very Italian and very sexy. The ...