The Remembrance of the Reluctant Representative - Sex Stories

The Remembrance of the Reluctant Representative

... kissed my ear. “There is no reason to fight this, no reason to worry about your husband or my wife. This between us, not them and after all your future depends on it.” I had only made love to one person in my life, my husband. I am understandably, very anxious about this situation. I looked up at his face and he looked at me, gazed really, with an almost romantic adulation as though I was the center of the universe. His hands went between my legs and explored there. I can’t say it was poking or prodding. It was an exploration, but of a more tender type than my husband had ever done. A soft nudging as his thumb moved over my clit coaxing it almost lovingly from its shroud of flesh. My protest melted away as his will became mine. Again our mouths meet this time it was my tongue that explored his. There was a minty freshness there. It was obvious he had prepared for our encounter. I couldn’t afford to lose my job but in all honesty I wanted this. My heart was pounding as emotions flooded up inside me. Our kiss lasted forever, soft and sweet. Then Thurgood washed me. My whole body, hair, breast, arms, legs, back, and even my pussy. I felt like a Queen being attended to by a servant. When at last we left the tub he dried my body as he told me how hot I was. I feel a need for honesty here, I was plump – at the very least I was a little overweight. I have always been quite self conscious about my weight, my looks, my bright red hair and freckles along with my fat breast. Yes, ...

... fat breast for a cup size of double H makes them fat not big. If any of this mattered or he even realized this I couldn’t tell it. In the way, he spoke to me and treated me he made me feel as if I was some superstar actress. The towel dabbed off the moisture from my body. Holding me in his strong arms he kissed me again, deeply, passionately. Thurgood effortlessly picked me up and carried me to the bed. He lay me down slightly spreading my legs and sat next to me. He wasn’t up near my head he was at my waist. Both hands roamed over my body. Beginning at my breast he caressed me down over my belly, further down passing over my hairy pussy. His hand worked down my legs massaging them with a firm tenderness. His firm yet tender touch melted away the tensions from the trip, the day at the convention center and the awkward meal. He rolled me over and worked on my back. I think I was more relaxed than I had been in years. His powerful hands rubbed and kneaded my flesh and muscles as my inhibitions melted to his touch. I really can’t tell you how I felt. Perhaps women will understand this but surely most men will not. This stopped being physical and turned almost spiritual I felt as though we belonged together. All the time he worked on me he engulfed me with compliments, about my beauty, my intellect, how graceful I moved. Then he kissed one of my butt cheeks and lightly bit me. Teeth tested my flesh as he nibbled around on both buns, kissing, licking me feasting on my body. Then ...