Morning Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Morning Rendezvous

... she moved away slightly. Mac leaned forward in the chair and almost fell out frontward trying to touch her.

“No, no, no…” BJ whispered, lightly smacking at his hand. She continued to dance seductively and slid out of her panties as if she were slick with grease.

As BJ stood naked in front of Mac she observed him, feeling only slightly self-conscious about her body. If he doesn’t like my body, it certainly doesn’t show, she told herself, studying him as she danced. His eyes were looking her up and down; his chest was tense as if he were holding back from grabbing her. She looked further down his body and saw that he was fully aroused and his jeans were pulled taut against him. She approached him slowly and took the snap of his jeans in her fingers.

BJ heard Mac inhale quickly when she started to undo his jeans, but he didn’t make a move to stop her, merely reached up and cradled one of her breasts in each hand, stroking her nipples with his thumbs. BJ sighed and moaned at his touch, then unzipped his jeans and slid down on her knees in front of him to pull off his boots.

Mac twined his fingers in BJ’s thick auburn hair while she undid his boots and took them off, setting them aside. Next, she pulled his jeans down, along with his boxer briefs. As BJ took sight of Mac’s cock, hard for her, he let out a loud moan. BJ slid his pants all the way off and slid herself up his body until she was riding him in the chair. She felt his hard, throbbing shaft slide inside her ...

... already wet pussy, and she let out a similarly loud moan.

Mac rocked under her and she felt like she would hit the ceiling with arousal. BJ could hear her breath coming faster now as she felt Mac move against her.

“I love you, BJ,” Mac growled, his voice choked with desire.

“I love you, Mac. God you feel so good,” BJ whispered in return.

Mac kissed all over her breasts and up her neck. As he sucked on her earlobe he whispered, “I want you so bad, please don’t hold back.”

“I won’t,” she whispered.

Still inside her, Mac stood from the chair and carried BJ to the bed, laying her down and climbing on top of her. He moved slowly against her and heard her sweet moans and her breath coming in shallow gasps. He had a moment of clarity and slowed almost to a stop, “We need a condom don’t we?” he said on a long exhale.

“I’m on birth control," BJ whispered in reply, looking up into Mac’s face. She saw beads of sweat glistening on his forehead and at his temples. She picked up her discarded t-shirt from the bed and wiped his forehead, “Please keep going Mac.” She practically begged.

Mac kissed every inch of her body he could reach as he rocked against her. He felt BJ’s legs wrapped around his waist and felt her rock harder against him. “Slow down, girl, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on,” he said, his breath coming in heavier gasps now.

“You have me right on the edge, Cowboy,” BJ told him. “This won’t be the last time we’re together. Go as fast or slow ...