Unexpected Date - Sex Stories

Unexpected Date

... leash, which would have been appropriate, and I would have welcomed it.

The lift opened, and I pulled you in and pressed you against the wall; it was my turn. I kissed you hard; the passion rose as my breath returned and my hands roamed over your body. Luscious, firm breasts and hard nipples poked me from beneath your silky blouse. Your hips were wide, a perfect match to your shape. My hand slipped beneath your short leather skirt, finding the tender skin above your thigh-high stocking.

You were breathing hard now and, in a whisper, begged, "Please touch me, NOW!"

I teased you, not touching you but letting my fingers dance across your soft inner thighs, making your hips pulse forward, hoping I would feel you. I didn't, and you moaned, "Please?"

Just then, the lift stopped on your floor, and you pulled me after you as we raced down the hall to your room. You fumbled with the keycard, but the door finally opened, and we were inside.

You took control, pressing me against the door as it closed, kissing me with extreme urgency, as if I were about to escape you and you needed to seduce me immediately. That was far from reality. I was here with you for however long you wanted me to be. The night had just begun.

Suddenly, my clothing was removed, and I was standing in only my thin black lace shelf bra and matching thong. My youthful body, firm and ready, stood trembling as my hands made quick work of your blouse, agonizingly unbuttoning it as I resisted the desire ...

... to rip it off you.

Your chest was revealed. Your bra was so dainty and virgin white, holding your firm breasts as a courtesy, not a necessity. I knew they were standing firm from your chest. I refused your desire to touch them just yet.

The zipper slipped as I loosened your skirt and let it puddle at your feet. You kicked it aside as I looked down at your matching satin thong, which cupped your bulge, displaying your camel toe and making my mouth water with desire.

I backed away, looking at you as you looked at me. The mating dance was almost complete. Our eyes met, and we reached out for each other, embracing and kissing with a raw passion I had never experienced.

The feeling of your older female form pressing into me and my hand roaming your back and your firm bottom was all new and overwhelming. This was a first for me, but not for you. I could feel your confidence helping me through my first-time jitters.

You took my hand, leading me to bed. I thought it odd I had not spoken a word; only you had pleaded with me in sexual desperation. Now, we were at the moment where your desire and my desire to experience you for the first time crashed together.

Standing by the bed, I saw a large mirror showing us standing together. It was such an erotic image, my pussy was wet even more. I was now flowing like a small creek, knowing I would be a raging river in moments.

Your fingers danced up over the soft skin of my thighs. I reached up to release the front clasp of ...