An Early Dourado Sketch Part 2 - A Wishful Fantasy - Sex Stories

An Early Dourado Sketch Part 2 - A Wishful Fantasy

November had set in, winter’s cloak was descending, and I was finally able to make the move that had been planned for a year. I managed to schedule the air travel to make a stopover enroute to my final destination up North where the winds hit heavy on the borderlines. Stopping over in Denver for a day, to meet someone whom I had met and had many conversations with in the past year, and knew I was moving to another place to start over again. She said that she wanted to get together, and to at least spend some time before I took up my new residence in another state. I boarded the plane in the early hours and took off thinking of what might await me there in Denver. Dozing for the hour to Albuquerque and the change of planes there. I arrived in Denver and on my way to the baggage claim area, I had to smile as I saw her standing there in a London Fog raincoat holding a sign that had my name on it like they do in the movies. We hugged and while holding her she pressed close to me and my hands on her back picked up the feeling that she was probably bare under her coat. Pulling back slightly to kiss her, I noticed that she was probably at least topless for I got a nice view of her cleavage and nearly saw one of her full breasts peeking from the neck of her jacket. Picking up my bags, we hailed a cab and went to her place and while enroute she crossed her legs slowly and allowed the coat to ride up and I saw her legs nearly up to her hip. I looked at her and she gave me a slow smile ...

... and with a slight blush on her face, then asked if I liked what I saw and pulled the front of her raincoat up so I could see her trimmed pubic hair, confirming what I had suspected about her being nude under her London Fog raincoat. I felt as if I had fallen into a Hollywood movie, like Eric Burdon said in Spill the Wine, from the meeting in the airport and now on the cab ride. I pulled her to me and we began to make out. I slid my hand up her naked thigh over her hip caressing her leg slightly, and she unzipped my jeans and began to caress my cock, stroking it lightly. She shifted slightly and I felt the heat coming off her wet fire as our tongues began to slowly dance and explore each others mouths. I could feel her responding to my touch through her light thrusts against my fingers, just as I was hardening and responding to her touches on my cock. A finger found her clit and rubbed it, and her breathing changed and she looked up and said we needed to stop as we were nearly at her house. So we stopped and re-arranged ourselves to try and look as though nothing had happened, though I know the cab driver was probably enjoying what he'd seen. Arriving at her house, we nearly didn’t make it in the door as we were tangled up in each other. Once inside I practically pinned her to the wall in a long, deep kiss and tasted and explored her mouth with my tongue as she did the same. She was fumbling with the belt that kept her London Fog closed. I stepped back and allowed her to undo ...