Bela - Sex Stories

Bela

... length of time, I reached for my phone and found it was 2:14 am. ”Bela?” I stood in the doorway and whispered into the darkness. The stove had died down and I could not see her at all. For the space of a dozen heart beats there was no reply and my heart grew heavier and heavier. ”Yes?” ”I want you.” The next morning, we drove into the little town of Bagn to buy breakfast. With a smile, Bela hopped out of the car and hurried into the bakery. I sat with the engine muttering quietly and stared with unseeing eyes at an old man walking down the street towards me. We had lain beside each other, kissing and touching until sl**p had over taken me. Now, in the harsh light of day time, I was beset by confusion. Who was I? My eyes focused on the old man. Was I like him? Was he like me? Had he ever loved a woman like Bela? Could he? Bela came out of the bakery and passing the old man, she smiled at him and in her heavily accented Norwegian, she bid him good morning. He looked at her and smiled in return. She climbed into the car beside me and shook the paper bag. ”Round pieces” she giggled. We drove back to the hut and I made coffee. I need coffee in the mornings. Once that was done, we ate by the window. It was still too cold to sit outside. The plan had been to walk the valley after breakfast, but we never made it past the bed. Almost without thought, we fell into a kiss that never seemed to end - eventually falling back onto the bed like teenagers with her on top of me. She ...

... weighed very little. She took me into her mouth again, but now she took her time. Instead of the burning hunger of the previous evening, now she acted with a studied and luxuriant ease. Now she was taking her time to enjoy herself. I lay on my back and let her do as she would. I felt nothing but intense sexual satisfaction. The doubts and fears of the night had evaporated and in their wake came a smug sense of fulfillment. I felt as if I had finally opened a secret part of myself that I had never known before. As if I had found a secret room in my old f****y home. Then I wanted to see her cock. I rolled her off me and pulled her jeans down her long pale legs. She was wearing white cotton panties, incongruos and innocent but for the small straining cock they could not conceal. I had never seen another erection in real life. Only my own. Bela’s was rigid, shaved and quivered to my wondering touch. She giggled then with helpless mirth. I closed my hand about it and felt its warmth. It wasn’t very big, not even half the size of my own, but it felt like nothing I had ever experienced. It gave off a scent that seemed to hypnotise me, and without much thought, I opened my mouth and suckled on it gently. Bela stopped giggling at once and her fingers clutched at my head. I pressed her legs aside and began to explore her body. I don’t know what I was expecting. Years of tasting women’s vaginas had conditioned me to a certain frame of mind and expectation and at first I did not expect this ...