Karoline's Reawakening - Sex Stories

Karoline's Reawakening

... and cups her breasts, one then the other. Her nipples harden, ache with longing, and from her arousal, and he pinches and tugs on them, but not so hard that they hurt.

He's driving her crazy. His hands work her as they stand against each other and he grips her chin with one hand and, staring for a moment, his hungering mouth crashes onto her lips. Their tongues explore. She feels his lust for her.

“What are you doing to me?” she gasps, her body feeling so alive, and she is a mother, an older woman lusted after by her son’s friend. She’s no slim and trendy chick, but fleshy and ripped out of her comfort zone by the seducing, and practised, claims of Marco.

His hands again trail down over her body, over her breasts, the soft swell of her tummy, between her legs, and into her skimpy panties, his fingers brushing over moist lips that he parts before probing into her neglected vagina. Now he is purposeful and insistent with his caresses, his fingers gliding in and out and she squirms out of pleasure. She gushes and keeps on hoping that this is just the beginning. He has awakened the lustful demon in her and she never gets a free rein when she’s with Tomas.

She wants Marco to keep on plaguing her with his fingers.

He moves them slowly between her pussy’s lips and passes her clit. She sighs and moans, can’t hold them back as the tempo of his fingering increases. She stands against him, trembling, hoping that he will use more fingers and claim her deeply, then ease ...

... out and smooth caresses over her pussy’s lips once more as if preparing her for his entry.

She has yet to see what he will bring. So far she has only felt him press against her buttocks, or she has clamped a hand on the swell in his jeans. All of it is not what she wants to do for him and with Marco. That much has become clear.

“Be patient for a little longer, Karoline. Don’t move,” he whispers warmly in her ear.

She stays rooted to the spot and hears him tug loose his belt and begin to strip off his jeans. She wonders if he is naked from the waist down and what she will see of him. The thought that he may be naked winds her up and has her shuddering at the thought of what she is so eagerly surrendering to, the homage of a horny young guy to her body.

Her skirt is pulled high, up around her waist, and his penis feels thick and strong. Marco coaxes her to part her feet so that he can stand closer against her. It’s clear what he now wants and his touches make her shiver in anticipation.

“Lean forward,” he commands, but his voice coaxes and does not demand it of her. She does so, leans on the countertop, and meets his kisses to her cheeks and neck, his fingers fumbling for the fastening of her skirt. He keeps coaxing her to lean forward.

“Marco!” she gasps and turns to see him kneel, his fingers caressing her forbidden place, the puckered skin to where no man has been. His fingers and thumb dance over her pussy and forbidden place; he nips kisses to her buttocks ...