Finding Robin, Finding Myself - Sex Stories

Finding Robin, Finding Myself

... hey, how about coffee?"

She laughed again and kissed me, running her tongue deeply into my mouth, and drew away.

"Bring an open mind, that's all."

The two days until Thursday evening felt like two centuries. I hadn't dared return to the cafe lest I make a fool of myself, and she texted me with a question mark on Wednesday. I texted back saying it was too risky, and she lol'ed me, before adding, 'no wine or flowers, just an open mind'.

Wednesday night I lay awake in excited anticipation. It took every bit of will power not to mitigate the sexual energy that had built -- better to save myself, even if would kill me.

Robin was, if anything, even more alluring as she beckoned me into her lair. She looked like a twenty-something, though her eyes said she was more mature. She was wearing a low cut light blue dress that hung to the middle of her thighs. Her small blue earrings glittered, and she had matching suede pumps with moderately high heels. Her legs were long as long, and lean and smooth and firm -- her calves tapered delightfully and the inner lines of her upper thighs curved in such a way that when her legs were together you could see daylight between them.

I lifted up my palms as if to say, 'I've come empty handed', and spread my arms as if to say, 'but open-minded'. Well, I didn't make it far into this miming before she launched herself at me and we clinched breathlessly and literally fell into her sofa. I cupped her breasts as she rose above me and ...

... straddled my length, flinging her shoes off behind her and dipping her chest towards my head.

I couldn't get enough of her, and I felt her uncanny strength as she pressed against me. After increasingly aggressive kisses -- she bit my lips -- she sat up, fixed me with her gleaming eyes and rocked back. With one smooth seamless movement she brought her dress over her head. A gold necklace dangled between her breasts, a gold ring decorated her navel, and blue lace panties hid her lower treasure.

"How's that open mind of yours?" she cooed.

"As wide as the sky," I answered.

Whereupon she gracefully hoisted her left leg, pushing herself off the couch and onto the adjacent floor, and turned away from me. I admired the curve of her lower spine, the firmness of her butt cheeks, the sinuous muscles of her back. An instrumental reggae tune hummed in the background. Robin hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and very very slowly slipped them down. She was nimble and flexible, and she twisted to face me once again after she had stepped out of her underthings.

I was dumbstruck. I literally could not believe my eyes, or my heart.

A long hard thick cream-colored cock jutted out from the exquisitely feminine torso of a gorgeous and stunning chick. Robin's unexpected cock hung just above my head, stiff, waiting, in abeyance.

I couldn't make sense of anything. Here was this amazingly sultry and inviting woman, whom I lusted to hoist and fuck and bring to climax with ...