The Protege chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Protege chapter 2

... for dessert and some after dinner cognac.

She asked me about my life and childhood, sounding truly interested. We shared stories of boyfriends, though mine were few and never really serious. She talked about her high school sweetheart and how it ended abruptly when they went to opposite coasts for college.

Her eye held perfect contact to mine. The week had been so busy I had not had much time to reflect on last weekend's events. She had never mentioned anything about Friday night, so I wrote it off as a drunken mistake that she either didn't recall or was too embarrassed to acknowledge. The overwhelming amount of information I had taken in this week managed to push those thoughts aside for the most part, but looking in her piercing blue eyes sent a tingle through my body that startled me. I took a deep breath and her perfume hit me, then the image of the pink diamond between her legs...

"I have to admit with all my success, I sometimes wonder if letting him get away was the biggest mistake of my life," she said, not breaking eye contact.

"His loss, I would say." I said and looked away.

I wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her.

"You are right! He could have come with me. Time flies, we should try to get some rest," she said, looking at her watch. "Johnny can you get the bottom bunks ready and give us some privacy?"

My heart raced for a brief moment. Privacy. Could she be implying some secret intent... I pushed those thoughts aside. After a moment ...

... Johnny came up front.

"Beds are ready ladies, pleasant dreams." He walked past us and cleared the way to the back.

We closed the door behind us. Cynthia grabbed a small overnight bag and went toward the bathroom. "I didn't think to tell you to bring sleeping clothes. Yours are down below... Let me see." She reached in the bag and rummaged, before pulling out some gym shorts and a T-shirt. "You can borrow these if you like."

"Thank you that would be great," I replied, thankfully.

"Here you go, you can have the restroom if you like." She handed me the clothes.

I put them on, folding my clothes as neatly as I could. I checked myself in the mirror before I exited the tiny bathroom.

She stood with her back to me in a lacey black string tank top with matching shorts. The strings formed an x on her upper back between her shoulder blades that were completely exposed above the top of the tank top. The material was slight translucent with the exception of the lower two inches that was a more decorative and wider mesh, revealing her tan skin.

The bottoms followed the same pattern, translucent enough to highlight the crack of her ass with the bottom two inches revealing the skin of her upper thigh through the frilly lace. I tried not to stare but I wanted so much to touch that ass while I planted kisses between her shoulder blades and moved up toward her neck.

When she turned, the top revealed her belly button through the lace. I wanted to kiss around it and feel ...