A New Lust For Loving - Part 2 - Sex Stories

A New Lust For Loving - Part 2

... at her. “You asked me my name, it’s Joanne!” and with that she closed the door. Joanne was just taking a final look in the mirror, glancing up and down at herself, even managing a quick rub down her tits with each hand, having a quick squeeze on the way past to the rest of her body. She felt fantastic through the long black silk dress which enhanced her already fine shape. She looked damn fine too, even if she did say so herself! Then there was a “Tap Tap Tap” at the door. She opened it to find Al stood there with that now familiar grin, stretching from ear to ear. “You look like that cat that got the cream!” she said in a flippant manner. He looked her up and down in clear delight at what stood before him. “Wow!” he said, noticing her nipples pushing to break through the silk of her dress. “Well, maybe. If I play my cards right?” he replied. Joanne didn’t answer. She picked up a shawl and placed it around her shoulders, linked Al by the arm and let him lead the way. “So where are we going to?” she questioned, as Al opened the passenger door to a black Range Rover Sport. “Well, I’ve booked a table at a quaint little place called the Sunset Restaurant, which is up in the hills overlooking Acharavi. I’ve been there before. It serves good traditional Greek food and the views are spectacular, especially as the sun is setting, hence the name. Plus we can dine outside too, so we won’t feel too hot in these temperatures!” “Sounds great!” replied Joanne. “So, I really don’t know ...

... the first thing about you, so why don’t you start to tell me?” Al proceeded to tell her about himself. He was 32 years old, from Manchester UK, obviously widowed and lost his wife in a motorcycle accident on Route 66 in America 4 years ago. They’d gone on their dream vacation, riding separate bikes on the journey. They were crossing a desert, along a long piece of straight road, when he got the urge to take a piss, so he pulled over. Rebecca had seen him stop, but decided that his advanced riding skills would allow him to catch up. Before he did, Rebbeca’s life had been taken by an 18 wheeler, driven by a still sobering up redneck. He also spoke that they had never got around to having kids and to get over her death, he would immerse himself in his work and then take as many holidays in the sun as he could. Joanne felt a little perturbed that she’d been short with him earlier and decided to try and be a little more approachable towards him. After all, this guy has had a really tough few years, right? “What line of work are you in?” Joanne asked, as the Range Rover turned off the main street of Acharavi and headed up a single track road, which appeared to wind its way up the side of what could only be described as a cliff face. “Err..” he paused for a second, as if contemplating the response he was going to give. “Let me ask you something, do you want me to tell you the truth, or should I make something up?” Joanne looked puzzled “Well, which would you rather tell me?” half ...