Sandie's First Swing - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Sandie's First Swing - Part 2

... simple white T-shirt highlighted the muscles of his chest and arms. Suddenly I felt outclassed and awkward. I had left the house in a rush of anger and hadn’t given a thought to my own appearance. My own jeans were tight but old and faded, my vest top out of shape. I had done nothing to my hair and wore next to no make-up. And what little I had worn must now be tear-stained and running down my cheeks. I felt old and ugly, how could such a gorgeous man possibly be in love with me? I lowered my eyes to the floor and felt him move close in front of me. “Have I just ruined our relationship again?” he asked quietly. I paused for a long time, my mind in turmoil then shook my head slowly. “No… No, of course not,” I replied. “Then you feel something for me too?” How could I reply to that? How could I tell him that I found him stunningly attractive, that he had given me the best night of sex in my life and for a few weeks I had been pregnant with his child? It wasn’t possible for any woman not to feel something for such a man. “There’s something I should tell you,” I began, my hands unconsciously falling to my belly but my words choked in my throat; what possible good could come of telling him the truth? “I mean I...” I stammered, trying to rescue myself from the predicament. But he wasn’t listening. Instead, I felt his finger under my chin and the gentlest of upward pressures. I raised my head to see his eyes, soft and dark, his pupils huge and black merely inches away as he lowered ...

... his face towards mine. I felt his warm breath on my ear, on my cheek, on my mouth. I felt his lips brushing against mine and I froze. “Paul...” I murmured. My whole body was tense as if about to flee, remained frozen as if it knew that escape was the last thing I really wanted. For a moment we looked deep into each other’s eyes, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. And then his lips were on mine, kissing me gently. My body was stiff; stunned and unresponsive but the warmth of his tummy and chest against mine was so reassuring. No! I mustn’t give way! Tom was the cheating bastard, not me... But his lips felt so good... Paul’s strong hands rose to my shoulders and began to caress my bare skin; I felt the heat of his breath on my cheek and the tip of his tongue as it began to trace the sensitive inside of my lips. His touch was delicate and yet I could sense the power within his trained body. “Paul, I… I...” I whispered again, though I had no idea what words would come next; certainly I didn’t want him to stop but couldn’t in all conscience encourage him. The tears began to roll down my cheeks in earnest. “Sandie…” he replied, stroking my arms from elbow to shoulder before drawing my body closer to his and enveloping me in his warm embrace. “Shhh... It’s OK... you’re safe...” he whispered and began to rock me gently from side to side. He held me for a long time, his comforting arms securely around me, my head resting against his muscular chest and shoulder. ...