A Lazy Saturday Afternoon - Sex Stories

A Lazy Saturday Afternoon

... as it was wrapping up. When it ended I grabbed the remote to switch to the next thing to watch. My movements must have been enough to wake Shana as she laid against me.

"Mmmm," she hummed, "this is nice." She ran her hand across my chest, her eyes still closed.

"Sleep ok?" I asked.

Shana smiled and continued to stroke my chest lightly. "Yeah, sorry I'm a bad TV partner. I clearly needed to get some rest."

"The whole point is to do nothing and relax, I'd say you've done quite well," I said, smiling.

She opened her eyes slowly and propped herself up on an elbow. The change in position had her body pressed closer to me. She kept running her hand across my shirt.

"I have a question I've been wanting to ask you," she said, looking into my eyes.

"Sure, ask away." I replied, my body feeling warmer under her touch.

"How come you never made a move on me?" she asked without reservation.

I started to stammer but paused for a moment before responding. "What are you talking about?" I asked, somewhat incredulously.

"Well it's just that, doing what I do, just about every man I've ever met tries to make a pass at me. But you never have. Why is that?"

Collecting my thoughts, I focused on her hand as it moved across me, zeroing in on the different designs in the tattoos that reached down past her wrist.

"You were with Alex and he's my friend. I wouldn't do something like that to him," I said finally.

"Sure, but we aren't together now. We haven't been for ...

... a little while."

"Yeah, but it just seems like it would be weird. And come on, you're a good fifteen years younger than me. Even if I had wanted to make a move, why would I possibly think you would be interested?" I asked.

"Ha!" she laughed sharply. "There are old men who think they would have a chance and have tried." Her hand started to slowly move downward, now making small circles across my stomach. "I don't think you're too old for me at all. I think you're hot as hell."

"Shana..." I said. "I don't know where you think this is going but I don't know that this is a great idea."

"Well," she responded, "maybe we should see where it might start to go and decide then." As she said this, her hand moved further down running over the length of my rock hard cock.

"Oh my..." she smiled slyly. "Now this is a pleasant surprise. I figured you might have some size just based on your natural confidence but you're packing!"

I could feel my cheeks flush a bit. I've got a nice sized member, roughly eight inches and thick. It's not a monster but I get no complaints. But hearing her talk about it was definitely a turn on.

When I didn't pull her hand away, she clearly took it as a green light to keep going. She slipped her hand under the waistband of my sweatpants and took hold.

"Oh yes, this will do nicely," she said, a tinge of hunger in her tone.

Gripping me firmly, she slowly moved her hand up and down the length of my cock. It felt amazing just having someone ...