A matter of perspective - Sex Stories

A matter of perspective

... being noticed. In frustration she walked on and took the first side path she came to. She was turned on and frustrated, and when she peeked back down the path she didn’t see anyone, cowboy or other, walking after her. Dispirited, she turned through a small stand of trees into a small meadow beside the path and sat on a fallen tree trunk. As she sat there, she reached her hand quietly down to her lap and slowly stroked her mound through her dress, then spread her thighs slightly and stroked further down. As her index finger caressed her clit, she closed her eyes and imagined her cowboy standing before her. She ran her hands over his taut belly, muscles she imagined to be as tight as steel wires, and as her pussy became wet and her juices started flowing, she dreamed of undoing his belt and bending over to take his cock into her mouth. Eight inches? No, surely he was ten inches at least. With great leisure in the hot sun, she imagined him cooing and moaning like a dove as she worked him in her mouth as he had never been worked before, and as she reached the stage of steady circular motion on her clit building up to a massive release in just a few minutes, she heard someone stumble into the meadow. Oh, Christ, yes! she thought, and turned around. The sudden hope her cowboy had come was dashed as she saw gangly Jack coming towards her sheepishly. Oh, Christ, no, she muttered, but when Jack sat down next to her she shut down her frustration and made herself polite for him. ...

... Perhaps, she thought, away from the crowd he’ll be a different better self. “Quite hot,” he said, and she nodded silently. No, she realized, he’s still dull. They sat there quietly, and as Janet looked around the meadow she considered. He’s not ugly , and I do need to get off, she thought. The thought of Jack was somewhat intriguing, she decided, and would let herself be seduced. She turned to look at him and saw him staring down the side of her dress, and when he looked up, he blushed and she smiled. Alas, he said, “You, um, have a bug on your back.” “Brush it off then,” she said with as much good grace as she could muster at such a transparent, graceless lie, and turned a little away from him. She thought, as often she had occasion to, at how boyish notionally grown men could be, but she remembered how hard she found it to hit on men with good grace and sufficient directness and forgave him. She relaxed and leaned in towards him with a welcoming expression that usually sufficed to start matters, but Jack sat there stupidly staring at her, playing with her hair and generally fidgeting around the margin of things. Finally she sighed in frustration, “You can kiss me.” He leaned over and kissed her lips lightly, and she leaned into him and opened her mouth. His hand on her back reached down so that he could circle her waist, and she sucked on his tongue as he caressed her neck with his other hand. Soon he had reached down to her breasts. Her nipples were soon fully erect and she ...