What Candy Needs - Sex Stories

What Candy Needs

...but this night, with alcohol-laced breath, you respond. Uncertainly and almost instinctively at first but with increasing urgency your lips open to mine. Your body is backed up against the wall and your breasts pressed against me, raised high in a summer blouse that suddenly seems flimsy and inadequate. I slip my hands up across your smooth thighs and lift you up slightly as my wet lips pull away from your urgent tongue and nuzzle your neck leaving a trail of soft bites and kisses. I hear your breathing deep and ragged. It reminds me of who I'm with and what we’re doing. ___________________________ I had been walking you home from work during the dark winter evenings for several weeks and never a hint that you would respond if I made a move.This evening we had stayed out longer, it was true, and you had laughed more often than before, had taken more wine. But I had no idea, Candy… My first kiss had been instinctive, with no great plan behind it, almost a goodbye peck. After a moment’s surprise you had kissed me back swifty sliding your mouth onto mine. So here we are, suddenly standing outside your house, grabbing at each other like frustrated teenagers. Me a suddenly horny and married man. You, well, I'll settle for simply horny. My warm hand briefly leaves your thigh to tug down your blouse. You’re wearing a brief bra, just enough to cover your pale breasts. Desperate to see you I scoop first your left and then your right breast out of their shallow cover. The full, ...

... white flesh shines in the pale light, your nipples small and erect. The view of your breasts presented and pushed towards me alongside your raw and ragged breathing almost overpowers me. To know you as I do - slightly shy and with a public reputation for innocence - while feeling you rub yourself against my hard cock is exquisite. I tongue a nipple, making it wet as I nibble the tip. Then I surprise you with a sharp bite before taking it in deep, sucking hard. Your hands press against my head down, encouraging me almost as much as your soft moans. My mouth moves across your chest, tongue not leaving your skin, leaving a trail of sensation. I can smell you now, your earthiness overpowering the scent you wear. I now start to work on your other breast, kissing, biting and sucking you. Your nipples are ultra-sensitive from my attention and I know that the cool evening breeze is tickling them even as I encourage you to fumble for your key. Even as you enter your house I’m behind you, cupping your delicious ass. I know my hands are warm from holding your thighs and you push your buttocks back hard to meet me. We don’t get very far. You sink down onto your knees, almost tearing down my trousers, bringing my briefs down with them. My cock springs up, hot and hard. Your mouth is hungry, it swallows my length and your lips are sliding up and down. Oh, to see you like this, eyes closed trancelike while you suck, suck, suck me down...it’s almost too much. I push you away, needing a change of ...