A Brewing Romance - Sex Stories

A Brewing Romance

... took his hand, and put it back on her thigh, moving it up under her dress to just below her panties. He began softly caressing her inner thigh now that permission had been granted, and occasionally brushing lightly across her panties. He listened for clues from her and as her breathing deepened, he knew she was getting excited. After a few moments he committed, and began rubbing her pussy through her panties. Giselle moaned almost imperceptibly and parted her legs a bit more for him. He increased the pressure of his fingertips and began toying with her pussy lips through the thin material until he felt a dampness growing. As he continued to caress her sex, he kissed her ear, nibbling on the lobe and then kissed her neck and then her bare shoulder. "Ohhhh... Giselle moaned again, this time loud enough she could be plainly heard. With his right hand busy massaging her pussy and his left arm around behind her neck, he kissed her right shoulder as that free left hand moved down to her left breast. He lightly grazed it and found she wore no bra. He could feel her stiff nipple just below the thin fabric of her dress, and her breath caught in her throat as she felt his fingers touch her sensitive bud. "Maarrk..." she moaned his name, "ohhh..." That was it for him - he had to make his move now or he never would. He pulled his hand out from behind her and turned to face her. She sat there looking at him for a second with a receptive look in her face - not only granting him ...

... permission, but wanting him to go further. He leaned to her and kissed her softly on her lips. Giselle melted into the kiss, at first tentatively kissing him back, then harder and more hungrily. Mark also began deepening his kiss, and as her lips parted, his tongue went out seeking hers and finding it. Her right hand went around to run her fingers through his hair while her left took up where he had left off, caressing her breast as she kissed him. She moaned her desire into his mouth and Mark's hand returned to its work on her now very damp pussy. "Mark... take me to bed. Take me to bed and fuck me, please..." she moaned as she broke their kiss. He was a little uncertain he had heard her right, so he pulled back a bit and studied her for a second or two. "Please, Mark... I want you," she said, her soft blue eyes begging him as well as her words. Mark stood up, scooping the young girl into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed. As he stood there getting undressed, Giselle sat up and shimmied out of her dress as well. Mark had been right, she wasn't wearing a bra and once free of her dress, she was clad only in her panties, thigh top-stockings and heels. She began removing her heels and he stopped her. "Wait... leave all that on. I'll take off what I need to," he said. Giselle looked at him with a frisky, playful smile and laid back on the bed. As he got his pants off and was about to drop his boxers she stopped him. "Hold it, mister - I want to unwrap ...