Sleeping Over - Sex Stories

Sleeping Over

... of Scarlett laying there on my bed was so incredibly erotic. Her creamy skin contrasted so beautifully with the coffee coloured sheets in the muted light spilling through the drawn blinds of my bedroom. And those lovely little panties beckoned. I reached down and hooked my fingertips into the fragile waistband at her hips. Her supple skin trembled beneath with my touch. And I paused. I gazed into her eyes once more, desperately seeking her reassurance. Scarlett nodded, still suckling at her finger. Her smile was replaced with sensual anticipation, and there was nothing stopping me now. I pulled at that wonderful cotton garment, that did so much with so very little. The elastic stretched around the curve of her hips, snagging on the friction of her ass against the sheets. Then the muscles in her stomach and thighs tightened as she arched her pelvis up towards me, allowing me to pull her panties down over her ass. The pale pink triangle in front of me slowly collapsed, revealing the dark curls of her neatly trimmed bush. More and more of Scarlett’s cute little landing strip appeared from behind her retreating underwear. My adoration was indescribable. My eyes welled. My face flushed. My breathing all but stopped. I felt dizzy. My hands continued to drag her panties down her thighs, almost on their own. And I kept logging every tactile sensation of her beautifully smooth skin as I went. Scarlett lifted her knees up together to help me remove her precious underwear. Finally, ...

... after a brief caress of her soft calves, I had her panties past her cute, cotton socks and in my hands. I sniffed at the soaked fabric in the crotch, inhaling the sweet muskiness like my life depended on it. Then I tossed her panties onto my pillow, beside Scarlett's giggling face. I placed my hands on Scarlett’s knees, still raised and together, obscuring my view of her most precious gift. Then slowly, with as much restraint and tenderness as I could muster, I parted her thighs. "Oh my god!" I gasped. Her parting thighs revealed the prettiest pink pussy I've ever seen. Her gorgeous labia was in full bloom, the lips glistening with her excitement. I melted to the sheets, burying my face between her legs and feverishly lapping at her sopping cunt. I was a man possessed, hungrily sucking at her engorged lips and messily eating her with lusty abandon. With my eyes closed and able to hear nothing but my own wild slurping, I was only conscious of the feeling of her wet folds against my lips and tongue. Even the taste and smell was somehow imperceptible, but at the same time, so incredibly intoxicating. Seconds later, Scarlett's fingers slipped down over her pussy in front of my face, and I was jolted from my trance. I looked up, past her heaving body. "Oh, Will," she panted uncontrollably. "I'm sorry. I can't. It's too sensitive." "Really? I only just got started," I pleaded. "Huh?" Scarlett's eyes were wide, "Will, you've been eating me for over half an hour." I couldn't believe it. ...