A Most Unusual Evening - Sex Stories

A Most Unusual Evening

... about? What's his cock like?" Jennifer looked momentarily flustered at the coarse language. "But that's not really the point," she stammered. "I want to understand your fantasies - I've got to know the details." I replied. "Oh alright," she sighed, "he is pretty gorgeous. Young - twenties, I'd say. Longish dark hair, olive skin. Could be Latino, Italian - Spanish maybe. When he kisses me, his tongue is instantly in my mouth. He is holding me tightly - not that I'm trying to get away - and I can feel the muscles in his arm. We are each leaning in opposite sides of the car and that puts us in an awkward position, so he pulls me roughly across the seat and onto his lap, without letting go of his lip lock. "He is now sitting up in the seat and I am lying across his lap on my back. Right away I feel his hands go to my breasts. They slide under my loose blouse and squeeze my chest roughly through my bra. Suddenly I feel the bra straps loosen and his hand is sliding underneath onto my bare breasts." I decided to play along and cuddled up next to her so that I could slip my hand under her shirt to cup her full breast. "Stop it!" Jennifer cried with a slap to my hand. "You'll get your turn, but you're distracting me now. If you want to hear the rest, you'd better stop." I didn't think she would carry out her threat, but I backed off my hand, instead leaving it lying casually on her smooth stomach. "Okay. Continue." "I feel a bit like I'm back in high school, being pawed by the more ...

... experienced upperclassman. His hands are stroking me all over: stomach, arms, neck and of course my breasts. It feels so good. I feel warm all over." I began to rub my hand in gentle circles over her abdomen, caressing her soft flesh lightly and met with no objection this time. "Then he starts rubbing my nipples. Brushing them with his fingertips, stroking the firm points with his palms and finally grabbing them in both hands and squeezing tightly between his strong fingers. It's the most incredible sensation, a mix of intense pleasure and pain, and I feel a rush of wetness between my legs." 'You slut!' I want to scream. 'This car-jockey has your pussy creaming just by squeezing your tits.' But of course I have my own issues, so I remain silent. "I think Roger senses that he can do whatever he wants with me now, because he slides a hand underneath my loose skirt and onto the crotch of my panties. I blush at the thought of my wetness and how it reveals my arousal. I can feel him pushing a finger against my soaked panties, pressing them into my wet hole." 'Your wet cunt, you mean.' I think, but again my words remain trapped inside my feverish imagination. "I'm whimpering with desire as he pushes deeper and deeper, stretching my panties and pulling them tight against my swollen clit. Suddenly Roger speaks. 'We don't have much time.' He says with a heavy accent. 'You must take it off now.' He's right, so I lift my hips and allow him to slide my skirt and panties down. When I am ...