Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 11

... run my hand along his length. I pulled my hand toward me, slowly sliding up his shaft, anticipating the end. It took longer than expected before I reached his head, but I finally felt the flare and the bulb of it, and let my fingers dance and twist around it before drawing them to the tip. Oooh he liked that. I felt his hips falter and push forward until the underside of his shaft rubbed against my stomach. I felt goosebumps as I realized how tight the tent of his pants had become. But I wasn't done.

I held him again and let my hand slowly make its way the opposite direction, my arm reaching forward, further and further until I opened my eyes in concern because it felt like I should have reached--there it was. The root. Fuck. There was no way he was as big as the mental map my fingers just made implied he was. My phone started buzzing on the table but we both chose to ignore it. My brain was just foggy from the whole situation. I delicately let go and let my hand slide a little further until I cradled his balls. They were so warm, and overflowed my hand even through the pants. I gave them a gentle squeeze and he made a pained moan that caused me to moan in response. Now the ache in my panties was becoming much more insistent. I released him and moved my hand back to his length, slowly letting my fingertips drag toward his tip. My phone buzzed again, it could wait. Oh my fucking god I needed it to wait.

He was still drinking from me, and the occasional brush of his ...

... tongue combined with the overall sensation was definitely building me up to another orgasm. His phone started to ring now, and I clicked my tongue in irritation. I started to pump him a little bit with my hand, through the pants, I wanted to prime him a little bit before I could reach in and-- his fucking phone started ringing AGAIN. I let out a frustrated sigh and he let go of my tit, also groaning in frustration. He sat up and checked his phone, and I slid off the couch, onto my knees to check mine.

3 missed calls from Mom. What timing. If only she knew. It made my stomach feel a little off at the mere thought.

"Hey Mom, what's going on?" I heard him answer next to me. I sighed and blew hair from my face as I felt myself coming down from the heat and the rush of a few seconds ago. The air against the gusset of my panties started to feel cold and I knew I had completely saturated them. I looked over and saw he was sitting up a little bit, the tent in his pants subsiding as he tried to avoid looking at me. Maybe that was a good place to stop. I got up and quietly padded my way to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I peeled my panties from me, so wet that I still was practically dripping, I had to make my way to the bathroom so I wouldn't get anything on the carpet.

I stood in front of the mirror, and looked down as I let my finger slip between my swollen lips, my knees faltering as my skin dragged a little against my clit. I rested my other palm on the bathroom ...