She Leaned Back: Part 2 - Sex Stories

She Leaned Back: Part 2

... ended up seated on the sofa, without any real pauses. From there they shifted to lying down on the sofa, just going with the flow. He lay on his side, propped up on his left elbow, with her on her back, so they could continue kissing as his hand explored her body more with his right hand. She was in a t-shirt and jeans, and while he had not yet attempted to touch her skin, he was taking in her form with his right hand. She was fit and petite, and his hand enjoyed everything he felt. Like another set of eyes, his hand took in her flat tummy, the modest swell of her breasts, and her trim athletic thighs. The blood seemed to pound through him as the lust inside him flooded his mind. He wanted her more. He wanted more of her.

Like a goddess in his arms, Jyll seemed even more turned on than the night before. It felt intoxicating to him to experience a woman so caught up in arousal. Her imagination had soared on the drive over, and she squirmed in her seat noticing the building wetness even before she had pulled into the driveway behind his car. The arousal had built to a fever pitch, throbbing inside, and it demanded release. She writhed impatiently under his touch and feverishly moaned into their kiss. The intensity of the night before seemed to have impossibly increased. He adjusted her position so that she faced away from him and nestled her ass into him.

Spooning, he nibbled on her neck and enveloped her in his arms. He felt down between her legs now and she opened her ...

... thighs to accommodate. Her cries of desire, with her mouth no longer muffled by the kissing, filled the room, as his hand asserted pressure on her clit through her jeans. She released her need into her cries as his hands explored her body over her clothes.

Sometimes, the indirect pressure is the most maddening.

He knew that his landlords were away and that two elderly ladies were house-sitting. He had heard them earlier when he went into the shared laundry room that was in the part of the basement not included in his apartment. There was no way those ladies were not hearing Jyll’s sounds of passion. He didn’t care. Maybe it would amuse them to hear it.

How long could this unfulfilled erotic teasing go on?

When he could take it no more, he broke off the sofa embrace and guided her up. Then he led her into his bedroom.

It was a perfect early spring day in New York, and the cheerful sunlight outside sifted into his bedroom with a soft sensual diffusion. It reminded him ofPenthouse pictorials from the late 70s, the natural light used so artfully to create each achingly erotic tableau.

Only this was real.

The kissing, touching, and ecstatic sounds continued as they stumbled into his bedroom. Crossing the threshold felt portentous to him. He was crossing over to a new page in his life. He turned her in his arms again, facing her away from him, and began to undress her. She arched her back slowly in the act of being unveiled, and like Venus, her body began to ...