Caroline's Own Story - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Caroline's Own Story - Part 2

... with spaghetti bands over her shoulders, and open black shoes with medium high heels. She had a golden chain around her neck and matching bracelets. I noticed that her nipples were poking into her dress. After he had hugged and kissed me, my love whispered in my ear, “She’s ready. More than she will ever be. I would say she’s hot as hell. I trust the two of you will have a blissful night.” I poured her a glass of red Burgundy. After taking a sip of it she said, “You seem to be a true follower of Epicurus, Caroline.” “I am. A dedicated one. Life is short and I am determined to enjoy it fully. I have pretty early in my life swept aside all the prudish, narrow-minded and hypocritical nonsense that I have been raised with, and probably you too. The human body, its beauty and the lovely feelings it can arouse, for yourself and your loved ones, are there to be savored. As much as possible.” “I think I agree with you. But you’re further down the road.” “Don’t worry sweetheart, you will get there, you definitely will.” We set off around half past ten. Dusk was turning into darkness. It was going to be a clear night with a waxing moon. When we were on the highway, I noticed that she was slightly moving her pelvis, from left to right as well as back and forth. She also brushed her tits with her long fingers. “Feeling comfortable?” “Very.” After we had turned off and were driving on a minor road, she said, “I’m wet, Caroline. So wet that I might be staining the seat.” “It would be a ...

... pleasure if you are.” It had been clear from the start that she hadn’t put on a bra, but her last sentence probably implied that she wasn’t wearing panties either. Another example of ‘two souls one thought.' “I feel like playing with myself.” She lifted her butt, pulled up her dress, and suited the action to the word. Fiercely. And moaning. “Go for it, my darling.” I caught myself on speeding up beyond what was allowed. After Helen had glaringly reached her first orgasm of that night, I drove into the forest area and parked the car at a carefully preselected spot, near a barrier, behind which an unpaved path started that led into the wood. As expected there wasn’t a living soul in sight. When we had got out, it crossed my mind that the conditions were almost exactly the same as during the night-adventure with René, long ago. Again there was the distant call of an owl, but apart from that it was dead quiet. There was hardly any wind and the air felt appropriately fuggy. I hid the car key and took Helen’s hand. “Shall we?” In the soft light that the moon was throwing on the path, we walked deeper into the forest. She startled for a moment when we heard crackling wood. It turned out to be caused by a small deer that ran away very fast. We stopped for a long kiss, during which we fondled each other’s breasts. After breaking the kiss I took off my blouse and skirt and threw them under a tree. “Now it’s going to happen, my sweet little bunny. I will undress you again, but this time ...