The Red Dress - Sex Stories

The Red Dress

... since the first time with my late husband. I began to take deep breaths through my nose as I relished the aroma from her body, clean and warm, and the taste of her saliva in my mouth as her soft tongue danced slowly around my own. Her fingers, now, were moving down, under the waist band of my satin pants and paused, playing with the coarse hairs that covered my mound until continuing it's journey downwards and finding the entrance to my hot valley and the little button nestling there that she knew would make me feel so happy. I gasped. A sharp breath caused by the shock that ran through my innermost depths as her finger found and began to caress, my clitoris. It was a gasp of pleasure which caused me to press my head back into the pillow as my muscles tensed. I remembered the feelings in the bath a few hours before as a heat began to spread throughout my body from the gentle movement of her finger as it moved slowly and lovingly between my labia. Before too long she had reached the entrance to my vagina and was gently dragging her nail around the soft, moist flesh and carefully dipping her finger inside. My internal muscles contracted around this beautiful intruder, sucking, as if inviting it in and without any effort at all, I caressed her finger from inside of me. My heart was beating strongly now and my chest rising and falling with every breath. When my orgasm arrived it didn't crash through me but gently washed over me like the warm waves of the Mediterranean rippling ...

... gently up a warm sandy beach and I released a little moan from the back of my throat and pressed my lips harder against hers. As I relaxed, Laura stopped kissing me and lay her head gently on my chest, holding me and I stroked her hair like a cat and entwined it around my fingers. I tried to open my eyes to look at her but I couldn't and the sounds of the hospital from outside the curtains were gradually fading away. My aches and pains were all gone now and I felt a peace enveloping me, the like of which I had never known then, through the darkness, a bright light began to shine, slowly becoming brighter. “Anna? You are okay now.” A man's voice, soft and gentle, reassuring and yet familiar. I opened my eyes and the bright lights hurt as they passed by above me. A man was beside me dressed in white, smiling and slightly blurred. “You are safe now,” he said. Someone was holding my hand, as if guiding me as I seemed to float along this brightly lit tunnel. I looked to my side and as my eyes focused, I saw it was my husband. “Philip?” I whispered. I couldn't speak properly as there was something in my throat. I coughed but it wouldn't budge. “Don't worry, my Darling, It's just a tube to help you breathe under the anaesthetic. They will remove it when we get you back to the ward.” “Ward?!” I coughed again, “Where am I?” Philips eyes looked moist and bloodshot. “You are in the hospital, Sweetheart.” He squeezed my hand. “Don't worry now, you are fine.” I didn't understand but I was ...