The Jones Account - Sex Stories

The Jones Account

... What? I couldn’t have heard him right. The thought flashed in her mind that she imaged it. Maybe she didn’t eat enough today and was light headed. He had to have said “take your jacket off” or something. He just wants me to be more comfortable , she reasoned. She took her jacket off and carefully placed it on the chair next to her then faced him again. “Now the rest.” His powerful voice sounded more like an order, this time, insistent as if he was losing patience with her. The logical part of her brain kicked in and started to scream at her. Leave! This isn’t right. You should go NOW! Even so, something about his commanding presence made her pause. Unconsciously, she lifted up her top over her head and placed it on the chair with her jacket. What am I doing?! Her body was acting on autopilot; all logic threw out the window. She looked to him for approval. A small smile graced his lips, egging her on. Despite her misgivings, she couldn’t help but want to please him. She was reaching for the clasp on her bra when his silky voice stopped her cold. “No, leave the bra on,” he purred. “I like the way it makes your tits look Kristina. Very sexy indeed.” She blushed with her entire body at the compliment. Despite herself, she wanted, no, maybe even needed more praise from him. Slowly, she unzipped her skirt and started to slide it off, leaving on her high-heel shoes and thigh-high black hose. She looked up and caught his eyes as she ran her finger inside the top of her panties, ...

... teasing him a little. She saw a glint of approval, which only urged her forward. She then placed both hands on her hips, carefully slid them down and caught the waist band with her thumbs. She watched him captivated by his reaction as she slid them down and off onto the floor. He let out an audible groan, and he shifted his belt slightly clearly adjusting himself as he was getting harder. He looked her up and down surveying her like a prize statue in an auction. His intense gaze sent a wave of heat through her and a tightening in her belly. Purposefully he walked towards her with his hand outstretched. He playfully twisted the hair on her shoulder and brushed it back. Next he slipped a finger underneath the bra strap and gently slid it down her arm. When he did, her nipple began to peak through the black lace at the top of her bra. He reached up one hand to cup the still covered breast, while he lowered his head to take the lace covered nipple into his mouth. Kristina sighed as she felt his scorching mouth lave at her erect nipple. He started off gently at first, teasing her almost, circling the tip with his tongue . With the other hand, he kept up a constant massaging motion, kneading her breast beneath the fabric. Kristina leaned forward into him desperately wanting more contact. He answered her by slipping his hand beneath the cup of her bra to massage her aching breast while tenderly biting and sucking on the other. She could feel the heat between her legs growing, a sense of ...