Sorrento: Part 1 - Sex Stories

Sorrento: Part 1

... strapless top was elasticated so that it held my bust firm and could be easily worn without a bra. The bottom flared out so that it would have risen if I had been able to spin. I quite liked the look of the underwear on display, but somehow involving Tom in buying them seemed wrong. I realized that I was deliberately creating secrets. I spent the afternoon sunbathing by the pool with my book, and planned to join Tom after his meeting. Most of my afternoon was spent thinking about what had happened the night before, and anticipating what may yet happen. The uncertainty was agony. I spent forever in the bathroom getting myself showered, shaved, dressed, fussing with my hair and make-up; wanting to make myself absolutely perfect for whoever it was that wanted me. Somehow, the guilty feelings that I should have had about breaking my marriage vows were just not there; subsumed by sexual desire and frustration. I wished then that I had bought the underwear to go with the new dress; everything I had was more for comfort than thrill. I determined that I would have to wear something through dinner, but somehow they would be abandoned shortly after. After dinner, Tom went off for his conference call, and I stepped out to the terrace with my now usual coffee and liqueur. It was a truly beautiful evening; warm and balmy. Sadly the few residents that were in the restaurant thought so too; the terrace doors were propped open and people kept appearing to experience the view. I honestly ...

... thought that my hopes and preparations had been in vain; that I would never be alone, or worse still, that Tom would finish up and come down to join me. But my patience and persistence were rewarded. When I heard the terrace doors close shut, I deliberately stood and walked over to the wall; the spot where I knew I was out of view. I stood looking out. Again I felt a presence behind me, and a gentle kiss upon my neck. Again I eased my bum backwards, letting whoever know that I was eager. An arm wrapped around my body. I convinced myself this was a man. He clearly sensed the absence of a bra, and soon had the top of the dress pushed down, exposing me completely to the world and his touch. His hands felt so good exploring the contours of my breasts and nipples. His free hand gently caressed me and lifted the hem of the skirt, until he was able to slide his hand under and discover my naked stomach. He seemed to enjoy running his fingers through my carefully trimmed pubic hair, but that was nothing to sensing his reaction when he put his hand between my legs. He breathed deeply, almost gasping for breath. I think that thrilled me as much as his touch. My lips were engorged and clitoris hard; his touch was almost painful, but sent minor earthquakes shuddering though my body. I managed to part my legs slightly and allow him easier access. With that, a finger slid between my lips and part way into my vagina. I came. I physically shook. I unwittingly shrieked, and felt a trickle of ...