A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 05

... attention, I didn't get the cover-up. I liked being lusted over, and I didn't really want it to stop.

There I was, watching him through the sheers again, wanting to yank those jean shorts off and ride that cock like a jockey in a horse race. Looking back, there were so many opportunities to squelch it before it began. But my mind just kept imagining what a cock like that would feel like.

When he finished removing that bush, he stood up and wiped his brow. Then, he clearly saw me through the sheers and stood there for a moment, letting me know he noticed. My heart raced when he walked toward the front door, and I practically ran to meet him.

I opened the door and stood to the side, as he stepped in. "Come in and let's get you cooled down a little," I said, unable to stop the flirtation.

As his eyes scanned my body, the rush of heat between my legs returned full force. I imagined running my hands over his sweaty chest and abdomen, before forcing my fingers into his waistband. I wanted to peel those pants open and down, to expose that massive piece of manhood.

I wanted it in my hands. I wanted it in my mouth! I wanted it inside me! Oh God, I wanted it!

"That bathing suit is not going to help with cooling me down, I'm afraid," he responded. "I've gotta stop!" He growled at himself. "I'm so sorry, having two gorgeous women, flirting has been a massive ego boost in the middle of the bullshit in my life, right now. Thank you for that, but apologies for taking it ...

... too far."

Unfortunately, he stopped inches from me, looking down at me as he spoke. All I could do, was stare into his eyes and smile, as I fought the urge to reach for the button on his shorts.

He continued into the living room and casually asked, "Any more of that lemonade, Mrs. Stilson?"

"Call me Amy, and the answer's yes," I replied, yet again, unable to corral myself.

"I don't think I can do that," he said, in a serious tone. "I don't trust myself getting that familiar. Mrs. Stilson reminds me you belong to someone else..."

"Wow, that's some old school thinking. I assure you; I don't 'belong' to anyone!" I barked back, with an 'I gotcha' grin.

He froze and looked back at me. "Got it, got it. Poor choice of words. Let me shut up and get you some lemonade, ma'am," he replied, as if I were the boss. I guess I'll have some water if you'll allow me, Mrs. Stilson?"

"Ice water it is, Mr. Thomas. Lemonade is reserved for friends that call me Amy and have advanced past the neanderthal stage of evolution."

I couldn't believe I was continuing down this path. My body rushed with a level of excitement I hadn't felt in so long, and I could not seem to stop myself. I sat smugly down at the kitchen table, and let him serve me lemonade, starting to truly enjoy the eye candy and watching it squirm.

He was not shy, as he found the glasses and ice, already familiar with our house. I smiled, as he poured my lemonade then proceeded to fill his glass with water. For ...