Pay it forward - Sex Stories

Pay it forward

... over my mound. I shivered. One of his fingers found my slit through the sodden cotton and stroked it, tracing his way to my clitoris and gently massaging it. It felt incredible. He rubbed me through my panties, a look of fierce concentration tempered with eager joy on his face. My legs spread and my hips began to tremble. The sensation was incredible, and he hadn't even touched me skin to skin yet.

"I wonder if it might be easier just to take them off?" He asked politely. I did as instructed with eagerness.

Soon, he had two hoary fingers plunged into pussy, massaging my lips. Somehow his thumb was also stroking across my clit with practices ease. I could feel the power draining out of my legs as blood rushed to my pussy. I felt flush and warm. I could feel an orgasm, far off in the pit of my loins, growing, approaching. If only he'd keep doing that, at that pace, with that pressure. Now, his hands we're out of my pussy and I felt a sense of loss, only momentarily, He used his palm and fingers, soaking from my own juices, to stroke over my mons, stimulating my clit, my labia, setting the whole area on fire. His pace changes from quick to ...

... slow to quick again, I think by watching the effect it was having on my face.

I cried out when I came, knees buckling, thighs snapping shut on his hand, not wanting him to stop, not wanting him to continue to send me over that edge. He gently stroked my mound now, steering clear of the super sensitive clit.

"Thank you." I gasped.

"You're so welcome. And it was so deserved."

All businesslike now, I stepped back into my soaking panties and pulled them up. I rearranged my clothes and stepped out from the cubicle. The rest of the shift, I sat or walked in wet panties, a smile on my face.

I didn't see the man again before he left. Probably for the best, I thought. His massive cock did play on my mind though. And I help myself to a daydream of it ploughing me as I drifted off later that day.

Two days later, back on the ward, a massive bouquet of flowers arrived for me. The note read 'Thank you for your wonderful care.' It wasn't signed. But there was an email address.

I responded to thank him for the flowers.

He responded.

We chatted.

I'm going to his apartment after work tomorrow morning, first thing.

I may stay a while.