The Girl in the Red Dress - Sex Stories

The Girl in the Red Dress

... the white expanse of her beauty. I could hardly see her eyes below the visor of her hair until she looked up at me, hands creeping down my pants, with a look of electricity on her eyes. Our lips finally met. Her hands went up and down my modest chest, tangling with the hair, twisting. They spilled across the muscles of my back and down, tugging at my pants from behind, while my tongue joined hers in her mouth. My pants around my ankles, my feet kicking off shoes and through the pant legs, my whole body stumbling against hers, my chest pressing her breasts, my hands wrapped in her hair, her arms wrapped around me, our tongues wrapped around each other, we were lost in this war, fully nude, hands searching, engines pumping. I threw her back, holding her by the cavity between her back and her ass, landing her on the counter top that ringed the walls, pressing her back against the bookshelves. My lips came to her breasts, spinning her nipples around in my mouth, dragging heavy breaths out of her lungs. They fell to her stomach, her sides, the landing strip of her pubic hair, all fostering greater and greater moans that hummed in her chest and twisted in her sides. Finally her thighs, finally her vagina, my tongue found clitoris and pulled out of her the greatest moan yet. Looking down she saw only my nose, my eyes, and tussled brown head before the long muscular backside and the arches of my ass. My tongue ate her, my hands reached for her breasts. Her back arched in pleasure, ...

... her arms were thrown to her face, elbows knocking books off shelves. A copy of my greatest eroticas fell at my feet. Still my face was buried inside of her, her legs squeezing my skull. I could feel her fingers in my hair, hear her screaming at my ceiling. I pulled my head out from between her legs and took her off of her ledge. Her long legs wrapped around my waist, her hair tumbling across our shoulders. We kissed, sucking each others' tongues I felt one of her arms fall away from my shoulders, reaching for my growing cock. I adjusted my stance and thrust her onto my hips, letting my erect penis brush against her wetness. For a moment it fumbled, rubbing the length of her vagina and stimulating her clit. "Put it in!" she gasped as the head slid back over her and pushed into it. Holding her around the waist with her arms about my neck, I rocked her up and down on me, leaning against the bookshelves as support. She screamed at the pleasure of the first push, her head falling forward into me, teeth grasping at my shoulder to stifle her sounds. I turned around and slammed her again against the books, wondering if my neighbors could hear. She was sitting on the counter, legs spread, pussy dripping on the oak, my cock thrusting into her. I looked into her eyes. We kissed, our tongues mirroring the battle of our loins. My lips found her breasts, my thrusts became shallower. Her fingers fell to her clit. She was facing pleasure from all sides, her breasts nipped by my teeth, her ...