Caroline's Own Story - Sex Stories

Caroline's Own Story

... other people,” René joked. “But I’m happy to forgive you two naughty girls.” The dinner was relaxing and enjoyable. And the food, as well as the wines, were excellent. Besides, the view was gorgeous, especially since we were treated to a beautiful sunset. When we were waiting for coffee to be served, and Helen had excused herself, my love said, “I noticed your nervousness when you arrived, but now you know that there was no reason for it whatsoever. I knew how it would develop.” “You’re right. I shouldn’t have questioned your words. Do you intend to be present?” “No I don’t. Not tonight anyway. I consider it your party, Helen’s and yours.” “Sweet. What will you be doing?” “Probably listening to music with my headset on. Then you two can make as much noise as you like.” During the trip home he said to Helen, “Wouldn’t it be a nice overture to your lovemaking if you play something appropriate on the piano? I’m sure Caroline will enjoy it. Or are you two in a hurry?” Helen and I burst into laughter. After we had returned to their house, Helen showed me around. Downstairs, since I would ‘naturally’ get to see the first floor later. Helen had chosen Beethoven’s Moonlight sonata. Very appropriate. And beautiful. Obviously she played it perfectly and I considered myself privileged to hear and see her performing. It was so moving, that I felt tears welling up. Sensing my feelings my shared love put his arm around my shoulders and kissed me. Listening to the sonata, my thoughts ...

... drifted back again to that summers’ day, twenty odd years ago. How could I have known then, that I would find myself in this blissful situation, many years later, enjoying heavenly music, in the arms of that same lovely boy. Their comfortable and cozy bedroom was lit by dimmed lights and candles, and there was soft music of the ‘adagio’-type. The atmosphere was apparently created by my love as Helen was showing me around. Standing behind her, in front of a large mirror, I said softly, “You are truly beautiful, Helen. May I undress you?” “I would love that.” I started with slowly opening the buttons of her blouse, spellbinding her with a lecherous look. As soon as her bra became visible, I said, “Two souls, one thought.” The mirror reflected a questioning expression. “I know where that beautiful bra comes from. What I am wearing is from the same source, a Roman one.”She giggled. “Funny, but now that you tell me, I’m not surprised,” she said. “I’m curious.” The little thing was made of a shiny, gold colored fabric, and had a clip between her breasts. I opened it, educing a pair of beautiful tits that were begging to be caressed. I squeezed them carefully and took the hard nipples between my index and middle fingers, like it were scissors. Then I pinched them, carefully. She leaned against me, closed her eyes and moaned softly. “Does this feel different from a man’s touch?” “Mm, it does. There is nothing wrong with how men caress breasts, but your handling of them is so… delicate. ...