Always Faithful - Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Always Faithful - Chapter Seven

... talk about clothes and shopping, just to have her here. No, she would somehow bring up something about her and Greg. She was probably having dinner and talking with Greg right now. I’ll bet they aren’t talking about fashion styles. Greg was the one having fun talking with Laura about clothes. His primary concern for women’s fashions had always been ease of removal. Laura’s notion of dramatic presentation was somewhat new to him. Laura began making a point about color selection when she saw Greg give a small wave to someone across the room, “Who are you waving at?” “You said you wanted to be outed, Jacobs and his wife are having dinner here also. Tonight must be the old goat’s anniversary or some such.” “Oh well, it had to happen. I love you Greg, I really do love you.” “Do you want a ring?” “You picked out some very sexy things for me to wear; a dinner ring might be nice some day.” Laura wanted to steer their conversation back on track. Greg took Laura’s left hand lightly; he touched her rings. “I don’t want to replace these; I don’t think you want that either. Would you wear a piece of jewelry, a piece given as a token?” Laura tried to be flip. Greg’s finger sealed her lips. She kissed him. “Take me to the dance floor; walk me right past the Jacobs’ table.” “Our next dance better be without these clothes. Take me to your bed; you know what to do when we get there.” Three dances at the dinner club were followed by two in Greg’s den. Laura’s gold dress decorated the back of a ...

... love seat during the last dance. Now the dress hung next to Greg’s suit. Her lover very slowly removed all her remaining clothes. “You are the orchestra conductor tonight, my love. Play my body any way you choose. My only desire is to wake in your arms in the morning and kiss you.” Greg knew he had choices, how should I make love to this beautiful woman in my bed tonight? I could be soft or hard; I could be fast or slow. Or I can do everything. Greg played Laura from soft purrs when he placed light kisses and strokes to screams for more and harder when he bit and pinched. Laura almost lost her mind when her lover seesawed three fingers on each of his hands into her pussy. Her feelings peaked at Greg’s first probe and seemed to climb forever. Orgasm was upon her, she begged for release, and then there was nothing, no sensation at all. Greg was blowing a gentle breeze across her abdomen. His tongue licked at her navel. There was a hand at her knee using the lightest possible touch. Everywhere Laura had nerve endings, Greg’s light touch seemed to find. No sailplane could have a smoother glide than Laura was feeling until, “AAARRRGGGHH. Damn lover, bite my clit again, just like that. Yes, oh more please!” Greg slowed again. A cat was licking milk at her pussy; that must be what I feel. Greg raked his fingernails in a monotonous up and down motion. This time Laura didn’t descend the hill of excitement. She seemed to stay just short of the peak forever. Time lost all meaning; Laura ...