Luck Is A Lady Part 3 - Sex Stories

Luck Is A Lady Part 3

... beautiful hair danced on her shoulders and her right breast bounced with her movements. In her wild state, it didn’t take long for her to finish. Her eyes rolled and her pretty face screwed up in intensity. She sounded so cute during an orgasm. Her delicate whimper was the nicest sound I'd ever heard, so feminine and tender. Kate collapsed into my arms as kissed me deeply. "Thank you for that, Laura,” she whispered. I didn’t really feel that I had done anything. “You’re a great lover. I want to kiss you head to toe,” she continued, as she squeezed and lifted me and kissed each nipple. She worked south and gave me a passionate kiss. “You’re delicious. I mean we’re delicious,” she corrected. She treated me to her gentle kisses and loving care. Her tender touch, her teasing pecks, and her warm breath brought me to one of my grand finishes. After a proper amount of time and caring kisses between my lips, she lay down next to me. We lay in an embrace, savoring the afterglow, running our fingers through each other’s hair. “I’m falling for you, Laura. What are we going to tell our boyfriends?” Oh, that. Of course, I hadn’t breathed a word of this to anyone, especially my boyfriend. Nor had Kate. It would only ruin things. She was my secret, and I hers. We enjoyed our intimacy and gave each other things a guy couldn’t give. “Nothing. We’re secret lovers. It’s better that way.” In reality I resented having to share her. I wanted her to myself, even though her boyfriend was cute and ...

... a nice guy. If she broke up with him for me, that would be just fine. He was too young for her, anyway. A woman should date a man five years older than herself, not five years younger. “Let’s keep the boys out of this,” I concluded. Saturday became our night, and I arrived at my usual time. I was dressed for a date; tight jeans and top, low cut, heels, makeup, a spritz, some bling. I wanted to start projecting a racier image to Kate. I was getting the feeling that she thought I was just a kid and didn’t know anything. That maybe I was too young to comfort her. I resolved to take a more proactive role. I’d demonstrate my prowess. Kate too was dressed alluringly. Her thin jeans accentuated her long legs. She wore her racy three-inch pumps and the top buttons of her blouse were open. A push-up bra enhanced her. She had blown out her hair and looked like a fashion model. She ogled me craftily. After a kiss, Kate led me to her lair and promptly undressed me. “Let’s get you shaved,” she announced. “Come,” she commanded, and taking my hand led me to her bathroom, her heels clicking on the bare portion of the floor, my bare feet making hardly a patter. She produced a ladies razor for sensitive skin and lavender shaving cream, and sat me on the edge of her bathtub. She trimmed me with a small scissor. She then washed me and lathered me up. Crouching before me, she very delicately and very carefully shaved my mons veneris. “Lean back and open wide,” Kate directed. I spread wider, and ...