Seduction & Desire (Alone?) - Sex Stories

Seduction & Desire (Alone?)

... you are back at the bar; your eyes flick open and you gasp as you see the eyes of the stranger looking back at you. Your nipples tingle and your skin tints as you remember that moment, you feel your lips swell and the sticky wetness of arousal starts to seep from you again; one hand teases a nipple between your undemanding fingertips, the other dropping between your legs, a fingertip tracing your clit as you part your lips to gently push a finger inside yourself, feeling yourself tighten once more at the intimate insertion; surely you can’t be this aroused again already? Your last orgasm was just moments ago, but you feel so erogenous, the tactile nature of your thoughts arousing you over and over, an almost desperate need to be fucked and played with, to feel his arms circle you completely within the confines of the small shower. Standing in the shower, your body hot under your touch, the sensation of feeling the water landing on your body and nipples makes you feel incredibly sensual; perhaps a shave is in order, knowing how aroused having smooth lips can make you. You sit on the edge of the bath, lathering the soft hair, reaching for a new razor from your wash bag. You can’t trim, so decide to shave smooth, save for a small patch, knowing that this will expose your lips and stimulate you more; this is not what you planned, but the excitement is too much to disregard and you want to feel so beautifully desired, even if only by yourself. The razor presses against your ...

... skin, taking one small slip of hair at a time and slowly the extent of your arousal becomes evident, swollen, your clit proud and wanting to be played with – something you must see to before you go back downstairs you think. You stop, momentarily catching up with your thoughts; why are you going back downstairs; is this really appropriate? Your desire for seduction is immense, the feel of arms embracing you, the taste of him on your mouth.Your thoughts become incautious; why do you want him so badly? Unsure of your intentions you stand, almost as if disregarding the desire for company; perhaps better to stay in your room and work? Washing your hair now, the water smothering you completely, you massage your head, the bubbles soft and playful as they cascade over your body, thoughts of him standing behind you quickly return, showering together, leaning back against his chest as he washes your hair for you. The thoughts of him touching you send shivers down your spine as you wash, teasing yourself, imagining his hands f***ed against you with the little sponge, pressing into you, massaging you with the shower cream as if cleaning you completely before he wants to make you so dirty in your actions. You lift the shower head from its stand, pressing it between your legs, the jet of water hard and furious against your freshly shaven skin and you lean back onto the cold tiles once more, circling the shower head over you as you imagine the divine moment that he holds you against the wall, ...