Rodeo Girl - Sex Stories

Rodeo Girl

... for my matching baby blue panties and bra and a pretty floral skater dress. I did my make-up so I looked nice, but not like a vamp, and brushed my hair for ages until it actually seemed to shine. I put on my heels, but soon kicked them off and settled on my pair of converse. I liked the fact that it meant I would be as short as I could be and the mirror agreed that it was a really cute look.

We ate whilst having the most stilted of conversations, the hidden agenda preying on everyone's mind. Eileen had brought out a bottle of Chardonnay and we had all had a drink. I smiled at Eileen, she smiled at Rob and Rob smiled at me. The conversation continued to orbit around the hidden agenda without reaching it. Eventually Eileen stood up, brushed her dress down and said she was really tired and was going to bed. Rob and I still had full glasses of wine, something Eileen had made sure of. We said good night and watched Eileen go upstairs. She turned at the top and smiled at me, as if in encouragement, or perhaps to give her blessing.

Rob and I stood up to make our way over to the sofa, but I took his hand and I looked him in the eyes before we got there. Our eyes locked. My heart was racing and a tingling sensation was running up and down my spine. His eyes slowly looked down to my lips. My breathing deepened. I felt I was going to faint, but then I felt his hands on my arms and I slowly lifted my face up to his. Our lips glued together, his stubble stinging me slightly. His ...

... hand moved down to my waist, holding me tight as what little strength I had evaporated. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach. I had caused that, I thought, and a feeling of pride and excitement ran through me. He was extremely hard and seemed quite big. I felt a weird mix of empowerment and submissiveness. Although I had the inner-strength of knowing how much he desired me, I was also desperate for him to prove it by taking control and showing me just how deep that desire was.

He began kissing me in a way that he obviously thought was passionate, but was actually just a bit rough and frantic, thinking that sticking his tongue in my mouth as much as possible was sexy. I held his head and took control so it was more like me kissing him, teaching him how kissing can be a slow and sensual thing, how lips and tongues can work together to really build up desire. He was a quick learner and I let him take back control, loving the way his strong hands caressed me, sometimes squeezing me and sometimes gently brushing through my hair. I was hungry for more and decided to move things along, taking his hand and leading him up to my room. I knew exactly what I wanted to do. After he shut the door, I pushed him against it and deftly began to undo his belt. I pulled down his pants as I crouched down in front of him, my eyes widening as I saw his throbbing erection for the first time. I held it gently and kissed the tip, inhaling his musky smell as I moved up and kissed and ...