Twin Peaks - Sex Stories

Twin Peaks

... have to make a choice from two you are about to give me?” She gave a sort of half a laugh; she looked so wonderful, her face shone so brightly with the light of the moon, and if the moon were not there her face would have lit the street by itself. She pointed her key fob to the car and locked it. She then said, “Yes.” My eyes wondered off, I looked to the ground, then to her left, then to her right, just around and she said, “Don’t be so nervous.” I looked to the ground and said, “Okay, what! What are my choices?” I had my phone in my hand and she pointed to it and said, “First choice, make the call you were about to make before I picked you up.” I semi lifted my head and looked up and said, “Okay, and…” She placed two fingers under my chin and lifted my head up even further, I looked at her. She looked to the side of me, over my shoulder to a house, she pointed to it, with her amazing eyes and she said, “That’s my house, and well, I said you didn’t need to thank me earlier this evening, but if you still feel you have to, then your second choice is to come in there and I’ll let you fuck the shit out of me.” I thought she was joking; I smirked and said, “What!” She walked away, towards the house and over her shoulder she said, “You heard me.” Holy fuck just looking at her arse and legs as she walked away gave me a boner. My pulse raced, I literally felt my heart in my chest as it thumped away. Was she serious? I ran after her and as a joke I said, “But we hardly know each ...

... other.” She put the key in the lock and opened the door, she said, “That’ll make it even better.” We walked through and I closed the door behind me. She took off her shoes and I did the same. I looked back around and her house was immaculate, it was so clean and tidy. Very sparsely furnished and all looked to be in very good, expensive taste. She stood at the foot of the stairs and pointed to a door to her right and said, “Sofa’s down there.” Then she pointed to the top of the stairs and said, “Bed’s up there.” I still looked around and she said, “I know… Yet another choice.” Holy fuck it was happening, she was serious! I was nervous beyond compare, I said, “Sofa… no…bed…yes bed.” She wanted me to be clear and pointed back up and said, “Bed, yes.” I nodded and said, “Yes, bed.” She turned and began to take a step up and said, “Second good choice.” As she walked up she undid her blouse. I followed her up and into a big bedroom. A massive king sized bed dominated the room. She had put her blouse onto a dressing chair on the side. She still had her bra on and as she undid it she said, “Come on Jack, hurry up.” I began to strip, and froze as I saw her remove her bra and her boobs were on display. Holy fucking shit, I wanted to go and have my way with those right away. They were gorgeous; it would take both hands to cup around one boob. She was big, but a fantastically fucking nice big, not gaudy big. Her areola were pimpled, and a slightly browner colour from her flesh. But what ...