A meeting of minds - Sex Stories

A meeting of minds

... a bit shy,” responded Lorato. “Hm, I like stories with emotion, not just descriptions of sex.”

“Then you will like mine,” I said. “I love building emotions into my stories, love and respect, and creating shared feelings.”

“Sounds like I would,” she replied. “Then, I like stories where the woman is feeling pleasure, and if there is love in it then I like it even more.”

“Oh wow,” I said as waves of arousal and a powerful emotion washed over me.

“I think I am most addicted to well-written stories of two women together, or in threesomes with a guy,” she said, blushing more and smiling.

By then I was aching, and my cock was throbbing. I could have kissed her if it would not be disrespectful in that context.

“That is so hot,” I said. “Have you ever been with another woman?”

“No,” she said, pouting a little. “I want to, though. I just don’t know how to make it happen.”

“To me, that would be perfection,” I said. “I hope you are feeling the same things I am. I love this conversation.”

“Yeah, probably I am,” she said. “I might have a wet spot on the back of my dress.”

Lerato looked down after saying that like she was very embarrassed and didn’t want to meet my eyes. I reached across and gently lifted her chin with my hand. She looked into my eyes and almost looked like she was going to cry.

“Sorry, I have never had a conversation like this, or allowed myself to feel like this with a guy before,” she said softly. “It’s a little scary, but I like it, ...

... maybe too much since I hardly know you.”

As she said that, I was overcome with the most intense feelings of love, and a strong desire to respect and protect her.

“I will never disrespect you, and you will never find anything less than love in anything I say or do,” I said. “I really appreciate this conversation, and I recognise it for the incredible privilege that it is.”

“Thank you,” she replied and sniffled a bit. “For some reason, I feel comfortable expressing myself with you. I like it a lot.”

“Yeah, I feel the same, and I also like it a lot,” I said. “It is a rare thing for two people to meet on the same emotional and intellectual wavelength and feel what we both are feeling right now.”

“Yes,” she replied. “Let’s cherish it.”

“Indeed,” I said.

As the meal had ended, we ordered tea for Lerato and decaffeinated coffee for me. Neither of us wanted to break the connection or end the delightful conversation.

“Going back to earlier,” said Lorato. “I am soaking wet, my panties are drenched, and I am aching from head to toe. It feels so good, Stefano. It is new for me to share this, but you make it feel natural and good.”

“It is natural and good,” I said. “And as long as we are confessing, my cock is hard, and throbbing, leaking precum probably right through my jeans, and I am aching with you. I am also feeling a deep emotional connection with you.”

“Yes,” she said. “I feel that connection too. I know it is just for maybe a couple of days, but it feels ...