His Rising Stars - Sex Stories

His Rising Stars

... Trees had not yet shed their old foliage yet. Sun had already moved to the west but it was still warm.

At last the driver took his seat, released the brakes and put the motor in gear. There was a sudden jolt and our thighs rubbed against each others. She gave me a sharp sidelong glance but I kept sitting with a poker face looking straight ahead as if completely oblivious of whatever was happening around me. She again made a token gesture of moving away, half an inch if we go by the scale and buried her head back in her book. I stole a glance to look at the header of the book....ories was all I could read. So it was some kind of story book.

It took us nearly half an hour to weave our way through the city traffic and reach the national high way. The driver had to apply brakes every few seconds to weave his way through incessant traffic. Every time our thighs grazed each others. She stopped bothering about it after the third or fourth time. She just decided to let it be. That was perfectly alright with me too. So by the time we reached the outskirt of the city our thighs were sticking together firmly. I could feel the warmth from her soft thighs seeping into me through the soft material of her dress. It was giving me a nice hard-on and I didn't know how to hide it.

She also must have felt our bodies warming up. It must have made it difficult for her to concentrate on her book. She closed the book heaving a sigh and looked out.

"Nice scenery, the crops swaying in ...

... the breeze against the backdrop of orange sky, the sun setting on the far horizon." I said trying to start chat her up. Don't know why but I always find myself at loss of words in the company of fairer sex.

"I find it very boring." She said curtly and gave me a look I couldn't interpret any which way.

She again opened her book. I deliberately rubbed my thigh against hers. She tightened her thigh muscles and didn't budge from her place. After sometime I took my hand off the hand rail in front of me and placed it on my thigh. My finger tips touched her firm thigh. She moved away instinctively.

I immediately moved my hand in my lap between my thighs. My mouth went dry. I got ready to face an angry salvo. To my great relief no bombs exploded. She kept her calm and turned her face away to look out of the window.

But her leg moved back in place to lightly touch my thigh.

That was an unexpected but a positive response. It was encouragement. I slowly brought my hand back on my thigh my fingers felt her thigh. It didn't elicit any response. I caressed the top her thigh with tip of my index finger. This time she responded by opening her legs a little. Our thighs were sticking to each other snugly. My fingertips again moved on top of her thigh. I caressed her thigh lightly. She kept looking out of the window.

I could not decide the next course of action, I could move my hand down to caress her knee our move it up wards towards her crotch and tummy. In the end I decided ...