A meeting of minds - Sex Stories

A meeting of minds

... she said.

“Well, I am not one of them,” I said. “I love multiple orgasms, and exploring how to create them and make them more intense, or last longer, or keep going.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Really!” I said emphatically. “There is nothing in the known universe more beautiful.”

She got up and stepped in front of me, took my hand, lifted her dress, and held my fingers against her wet pussy.

“See what you have done to me?” she asked.

I pulled my hand away, licked my fingers, and kissed her with her juices on my lips before continuing with the story.

Lerato sat back down and pulled up her dress. She was wearing burgundy coloured panties, and they were absolutely soaking in the crotch. No wet spots, they were wet everywhere.

“Do you mind if I touch myself?” she asked.

“Oh my, please do, no holding back, just be yourself,” I said, almost overwhelmed with joy.

I continued reading the story as Lerato slowly teased her pussy through the material of her wet panties. It was incredible that whenever I looked up our eyes met and it was like a sharp spear of pleasure passed through me. She was feeling it the same way.

As the story reached its first peak, I could tell that Lerato was getting close. She was not used to holding back I think, and that was somehow refreshing. I wanted her to just feel as much as she could, and feel loved and appreciated for it.

“If you want to cum, then just do it,” I said. “You are with someone who appreciates you just as ...

... you are.”

With that, she just let go, her face got all intense, her eyes lost focus, and her breathing became heavy and she made the most delightful sounds.

I stopped reading, just enjoying watching her as her orgasm peaked, and her whole body was shaking. As the orgasm subsided, she looked at me, and she almost looked afraid, almost as if she was thinking,what have I done?

I put the laptop on the bed, went over to her, knelt on the floor and just wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her forehead, kissed her eyelids, kissed her lips, kissed her cheeks, just to sayyou are appreciated, you are safe with me, you are free to be you.

We both stood up, and I held her close.

“You are not finished yet,” I whispered into her ear. “You have more orgasms to feel, and I have more opportunities to appreciate you deeply.”

“Thank you,” she said, relaxing and grinding a little against my hard cock through my jeans.

“Let me finish the story,” I said.

“Okay,” she replied.

So I continued to read the rest of the story, and Lerato was touching herself but looking longingly into my eyes. We reached the end of the story, and Lerato was still touching herself.

“Wow,” said Lerato with the sound of pleasure in her voice. “I have fantasized about it often enough.”

“Would you like to experience that in real life?” I asked her.

“I would so love something like that, but I have no idea how to find the right people,” she said. “With the wrong people, it would not be like ...