THEY CALL IT "WRONG". - Sex Stories

THEY CALL IT "WRONG".

... noticed that her hand had strayed a little too long beneath the water and between her legs. I could see the pleasure on her face, and suddenly her legs came up out of the water, splashing warm water on me as she planted a foot on either side of the tub. Goddamn, muther-fucking, sonofa...the soapy water was obscuring the view. I wanted to see this. No, scratch that, I needed to see this! Either she sensed my frustration, or she had planned on it and wanted to tease me some more. Whatever it may have been, her left foot snaked suddenly forward and flicked the drain lever. I watched with lustful amazement as the soapy water begn descending down her body, slowly revealing my prize...a prize that she kept furiously fingering and slipping one or two fingers into...I couldn't take it anymore and blew my wad all over the side of the tub. She came shortly after I did and lay there for a moment, just caressing her breasts. I watched...and started to get hard again. She looked at my slowly swelling cock and said, "Hmm. Pity. Show's over for tonight. We'll pick this up in the morning. I have something...special in mind." She licked her lips in such a fashion that had I not already creamed on the tub, I'm sure I would have done so right then and there. Grabbing some tissue, I cleaned up the mess I had made and flushed it down the toilet as she quickly showered off the soap and came out of the tub to begin toweling herself dry. I wanted to continue watching, but she covered herself up ...

... with a big, fluffy towel and said, "Don't forget your clothes." That was that. The show was definitely over. She was being the worst tease ever...but fucking hell, I was loving it! Just a little bit later on, I found out that she was loving it just as much! I had gone into the living room and was playing a game on the Atari to try and steer my mind away from what I'd seen earlier, and her comment about picking it up in the morning. Now, normally I rock at the game I was playing, but I couldn't concentrate at all. This wasn't doing the trick. All I could think about was her fingering her twat there in the tub, so I got up and sneaked a beer from the fridge and downed it quickly, then grabbed another one and went back to my game. The wood-burning stove which I had stoked and damped down was giving off a nice bit of warmth to chase away the chill of the snow falling outside. The first beer was starting to go to my head, and I was half-way through the second one, just getting mellow, when suddenly, she plopped down on the sofa right next to me and said, "Wanna play a two-player?" I looked over, and she was just wearing the towel that she had covered herself up with earlier. It was parted in the front, but I couldn't see anything there because she had crossed her legs away from me. I could, however, just see the curve of her naked ass on the sofa, her deliciously long legs lit with a combination of orange from the fire blazing behind the glass doors of the stove and blue from the ...