Her Visit - Sex Stories

Her Visit

You, Emma, stand, apprehensively, on the wooden porch guarding the entrance of the large, weatherboard house. The scent of roses escapes from the garden and freely caresses your robust form as you hold your breath. Fighting the butterflies in your stomach, you take a step forward. The heel of your black, leather high heels crashes down on the porch, killing the nervous silence. You know I would be standing on the other side of the Chinese Red front door. Aware of your presence, I am waiting until you ring the doorbell. Regaining your breath, you gingerly reach out toward the doorbell. A strand of luscious blonde hair spills across your face. You press the button; I open the door immediately. Smiling my approval as my gaze embraces you. Your shoulder length blonde hair frames an innocent face. Your sweet cherry lips reside in a perfect pout as your eyes seek mine. Your pale throat is half hidden by the mid-calf length black overcoat you wear. Shifting from one foot to another uncomfortably while under my gaze, your shapely stocking-clad calves tapering into slim ankles above chic black heels. Blushing as you move, you are aware of the wetness already growing between your creamy thighs. Wordlessly, I step back and invite you in. Shutting the door, I coax the coat from your frame. Without warning, I push your naked shoulders back against the wall of the hallway. The blue satin corset hugs your figure. As a result, I mention my appreciation as I run my fingertips over your ...

... delicious 42DD cleavage. This sends a shiver through your body. Holding in a sigh as I place my hand at the lacy top of your black thigh-high stockings. Softly I massage your warm skin. Leaning into you, I press my lips hard against yours and slip my tongue deftly into your mouth. Suddenly I break off the kiss and step back before you have time to reciprocate. Lightly, I grasp your hand in mine as I lead you down the hallway into the cavernous guest room. The curtains are drawn. The room is engulfed in obscurity. Turning to you, I press lightly down on your shoulders. Obediently, you drop to your knees on the soft, plush carpet and kneel, motionless. I move around the large room lighting candles. I return, standing before you in the warm glow of the flickering light. You raise your head, looking up at me as I lock my eyes on yours. Delving into my pocket, I pull out a violet silken scarf. I lean forward, dr****g the scarf across your eyes before tying it firmly at the back of your head. The violet hue of the silk contrasting against the rich colour of your hair. Your heart quickens as your world falls into darkness. Now you're f***ed to rely on your other senses. A tingle moves swiftly through your attentive body as I trail a fingertip across your cheek. It lingers, momentarily, on your full lips. Unable to suppress an audible sigh, you hear me fumble with my belt buckle. Eagerly, you run your tongue over your soft lips. Your ears caught the unmistakable sound of a zipper ...