Tony Takes Me Home - Again! - Sex Stories

Tony Takes Me Home - Again!

... little closer. "How about you? Did you enjoy it?" he asked, tentatively. Oh God, did I! But I didn't want to tell him that. I didn't want to make myself out as an easy lay, just another secretary that he'd conquered and then left to pick up the pieces afterwards. No, I wanted more than that. "It was fun," I said, taking another sip of my drink. Tony looked confused for a moment. Good. I'd put him on the back foot. Now it was time to take the initiative. "But I don't know if I'd do it again," I said. "Not like that, anyway." I could see the concern in his eyes. He was hoping for another blow job, or perhaps more, and now I was blowing cold. I smiled. "I mean, it was nice, don't get me wrong, and I wouldn't mind more, but I don't want to be known as the kind of girl that just gives it out easily, you know? I don't want to just be another notch on the bedpost. And I certainly don't want a reputation at work. Look, Tony, I find you nice to be with, and I like you, but if this is going to be a regular thing then I think we should both understand each other. Now, I'm willing to go to bed with you provided this stays just between the two of us. No gossip, no boasting, nothing more than satisfaction for both of us. Let's see how that goes, and then we'll take it from there, mmm?" I took another sip of my drink, amazed at how calm I felt. I looked at Tony, and I could see him mulling it over. After a moment, he seemed to come to some sort of resolve. "Diane, I like you too. In fact, ...

... I think I more than like you, and I understand what you mean about not wanting to be another 'trophy'. You see, I'm really not that kind of guy, despite what others might say." He paused for a moment, before continuing. "Okay, I agree. I promise that this will be just between you and me, and I won't say a word to anyone. Good enough?" I smiled inwardly. I virtually had him eating out of my hand, and now I could get to know that beast between his legs a little better. The thought made me shiver, and I murmured that that was fine. We finished our drinks, and Tony offered to get another round in. I said that I'd rather he took me home. He looked stunned for a moment until I leaned forward and rubbed my hand against his groin. Satisfyingly, I felt the beast stir. "Yours, not mine," I smiled. He grinned, and took me by the hand to the car park. Soon we were back at his place with a bottle of wine in front of us. After some very hot necking, I felt his hand slide under my dress, caressing my thigh. I moaned softly, urging him to go further, and he was soon stroking my inner thigh above my stocking tops. Then he rubbed my mound with the heel of his hand, my satin knickers quickly staining with my juices. I undid his shirt buttons and ran my hands across his hairy chest, tickling his nipple with my long fingernails. In response, he slid a finger under my panties, and my pussy was so wet, it almost sucked it in. He rubbed my clit, making me gasp, and I came as he slid another finger ...