Rodeo Girl - Sex Stories

Rodeo Girl

... like rubbing silk into my skin, and then applied a little talc. All the products had the most beautiful and complementary scents. I pulled on the sheer black lace panties and matching baby doll, slid the black hold-up stockings onto my legs and stepped into the black strappy high heeled sandals. I opened the door with some trepidation.

The hallway was lit by battery operated tea lights on the floor giving it a strange ambience as if you were in a secret tunnel. Karen was standing by the living room door from which a red glow emanated. She was looking mysterious and alluring in the dim up-lighting, flecks of red highlighting her hair. She was wearing exactly the same scanty items as I, but had a seemingly massive black strap-on cock which was slick and shining pointing right at me, creating even larger shadows on the ceiling. So now I knew what she had in mind. I had often commented on that toy, and how big it was, but always been too nervous to try it. She beckoned to me and I swayed slowly towards her, exaggerating the movement of my hips as I carefully put one foot in front of the other. She took my hand and led me into her living room, no words were spoken.

It was simply unrecognisable, dark and filled with various candles that were the only source of light other than the full moon and city lights from her floor to ceiling windows. She had thrown red satin sheets over all the furniture and with the wooden floor, deep-pile white rugs and vanilla scents from the ...

... candles, it seemed as if you were inside a giant velvet cake. There was a smooth and sublime instrumental soundtrack playing that cleverly matched the mood of the room. The flickering flames and fragrance added to the atmosphere which left no detail to distract you, just a sublime sense of well being and relaxation.

It almost felt like being in paradise, although, to an outsider it probably looked more like a scene from a David Lynch movie. That was because this was not a visual experience. It was a complete sensory experience that you had to be right in the heart of it to understand how overwhelmingly calming it was. The heels and flimsy gossamer lingerie added a sense of touch, and the only thing that was missing was taste. She put her arms across my shoulders and brought her lips to mine and, as we kissed, the flavour of strawberries from her lipstick filled my mouth. She pressed me down gently and I crouched down to take the black monster into my mouth. Strawberry was replaced by her taste. I looked up into her eyes as I licked at the length of her favourite toy which she had clearly just used. Her hands gently pulled me up and we kissed again, a slow lingering kiss, lips playing on lips, hands gently stroking faces and pushing back hair, noses touching softly and rubbing. Our breathing was slow and synchronous, our heart beats a little elevated and our bodies glowing from an intense internal warmth.

Karen led me to the window and indicated that I should face the glass. ...