Jules Cheats With Sandy In The Pool Deck - Sex Stories

Jules Cheats With Sandy In The Pool Deck

... now to establish a clearer basis for their impending relationship.

That’s how women think.

Jules wasn’t sure of her intent. Still relatively naïve, Sandy’s foray into The Real was strange to him. He’d come here to submerge his penis into a woman’s cleft for the third time that day. Sandy's vagina was right there, steaming between her thick, pink thighs. Her face bespoke volumes, however, without saying a word. Sandy gazed at him deeply. Her look didn’t portray lust. It portrayed…worship.

Jules didn’t know how to react. He’d expected her to go down on him. After all, his dick was steaming before them, stiff as a board. She did not. He expected her to press his face into service between her thighs. She did not. He expected her to mount him and quiver aloft with the insensate pleasure of penetration. She did not.

She didn’t smile, she didn’t frown. She just gazed into his eyes, ever hopeful that he would sort out the emotion between them separately from the attraction of their genitalia.

What they lacked was time.

Jules looked away, breaking the psychic bond Sandy was attempting to establish. He was a little embarrassed. What did she want?

Patiently, Sandy turned his face back to hers. She locked his gaze again. Jules began to feel the first stirrings of a bond between them. Clearly, something was afoot. Sandy wasn’t embarrassed to show the depths of her feelings. This exposure, this willingness to show emotion, to be Real, is always the ...

... beginning.

When Sandy sensed that Jules was finally understanding her intent, she looked southward. His hard-on had subsided some. It was time to make a move. Often, the merger of a penis with a vagina strengthens a psychic bond.

Sandy gripped his cock in her small fist. She couldn’t wrap her fingertips fully around it.

“That’s THICK,” she mused.

Jules’ cock immediately firmed up.

Sandy went back to gazing. She jacked Jules’ cock slowly, pulling his foreskin up over his pud and then “squeezing it with a twist” the way a man would. Her fingertips gently caressed the ultra-sensitive nerve endings just south of the split in his cockhead. Someone had taught her. Sandy knew that a good handjob is essential to the establishment of a psychic bond.

Jules’ eyes rolled into his skull. It’s one thing to fuck. It’s another thing to be mind fucked. Sandy was fucking Jules with both her eyes and her hands. Her mouth, tits and pussy had yet to enter the game. Though she wasn’t smiling, she held her mouth open just the smallest bit so that her teeth and tongue crested her lips. Sandy knew what she was doing.

Jules grabbed her and swept her up into a crushing kiss. Sandy, the feminine one, wilted before his desire. She lolled backward. Jules cupped her head in his hands. Their tongues met in the age-old dance of the newly conjoined. They caressed each other’s faces. Sandy continued to delicately stroke his penis. She lingered her fingers under Jules’ nose that he might smell the heat ...