A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05

... embarrassed by my sopping bikini bottoms, until I saw his hungry eyes. That look made my heart race and legs spread wider. Wayne was never very excited about oral, and to see Mark salivating as he stared, had me gushing.

"I would taste you every chance I could, Mrs. Stilson. There is nothing so arousing as the silky softness of a woman's inner thigh, caressing my cheek as my tongue explores her warm, tender succulence.

"If you were 'available', Mrs. Stilson, I would drop to my knees between your thighs and run my hands slowly up your firm, shapely legs, caressing you from ankles to thighs. Then, I would push those cute knees together and slide those bottoms off. Before discarding them, I would breathe your scent from its crotch.

"My cock is so hard for you, Mrs. Stilson, but you know that--and you're proud of yourself for making me that way. I can tell. You should be. You are sexy and vibrant, and obviously work hard to keep yourself that way. I want to reward you, Mrs. Stilson.

"I want to kneel before you and push those thighs slowly apart, and kiss my way up your silken skin, then slowly part your pretty pink pussy lips with my tongue. I wanna hear you sigh, as I separate them and run their length with the tip of my tongue. I want to feel that rush as you spread your legs wider, giving me full, unfettered access to you.

"I imagine you pressing yourself against me, pushing my tongue deeper, allowing me to experience your full... flavor, as you gyrate against ...

... me, letting me know how much I'm pleasing you. I want to feel your thighs close in on me, as I penetrate you before licking and sucking those tender labia until you are close to flooding me with your precious cum.

"I want to feel your tender thighs tremble against my cheeks, as my lips and tongue service you. Then as your hand grips the back of my head, guiding me to the sweet spot, I want to hear you calling my name, as your climax builds, and your hips roll with pleasure.

"As your orgasm takes you and you shove my face into you--I want you to come on my face and coat me with your cunt juices... while I savor every drop, Mrs. Stilson."

While he spoke, he stepped between my legs, that instinctively spread wide letting him get dangerously close. I could smell him and see the subtle treasure trail of hair leading my focus downward. I froze there, staring at the prize, fighting the urge to reach for the button. Every part of me tingled, and I had to remind myself to breathe. My hands trembled and I gripped my hips, to keep them steady, as my will power... faded.

I swallowed hard, feeling his heat, his leg touching the chair front about an inch my wetness. My pussy, like my legs, betrayed me and pulled my ass forward, needing to touch him. At the same moment, my hands released my hips heading for the button; when suddenly, he took a step back and looked down at me.

"If only you were available." He smiled tauntingly.

A wave of disappointment hit hard, followed by ...