Crossing Boundaries - Sex Stories

Crossing Boundaries

... dress, exposing more of my bare thigh to his touch.

"We can't. Not here," I whimpered. I turned my face from the man, staring out at the darkness.

"Relax," he urged. I'd grown cold, but his skin was warm against mine. I sucked in a breath as his hand inched upward. I heard his breathing quicken as well. "Close your eyes." Hiding behind my closed lids, I remained still when his fingers reached my panties and slipped inside. A soft moan escaped him while he explored the most intimate part of my body. "How beautiful you are," he sighed.

I trembled as the man brought his face close to mine; I could feel his breath against my cheek. It was then that he homed in on an exquisitely sensitive area between my thighs. I couldn't hold back my gasp, and my eyes flew open. With an expert touch, the man seemed to awaken a part of me I hadn't known existed. My mind reeled in bewilderment. How had he so easily discovered something that had remained hidden from me for my entire existence? Many times, I had touched myself while clumsily trying to masturbate in my bed, yet I'd never felt anything close to the pleasure his fingers were coaxing from my body now.

"What are you doing to me?" I stammered. I knew my face was growing flushed.

The man seemed to understand my helpless confusion, for his tone was reassuring. "I'm just trying to make you feel good, darling." While his hand worked between my thighs, my body surrendered to his touch. My legs, which I'd been holding painfully ...

... rigid, now parted a little more. The man laughed softly. "Oh, I am making you feel good, aren't I? You're getting nice and wet for me! You like me touching you this way, don't you?"

"Yes," I confessed. A flood of shame washed through me. As I looked around now, it wasn't for help but to make sure no one was witnessing my arousal.

The man again seemed to read my thoughts, for he said, "It's okay. I'm keeping an eye out. You're safe, so just let go." As crazy as the urge was, I wanted to laugh. How was I safe, with a stranger touching me this way? But I couldn't deny the delicious tension building within me, even as I didn't quite understand it. I was close to panting, writhing a little in the seat. A thin layer of sweat formed on my skin. The man dared to nuzzle my neck with his lips. All the while, his fingers never ceased their relentless caress. I could feel my heartbeat just beneath his touch.

"I'm feeling really... strange. Maybe we should stop," I said, my voice shaking. My body made a lie of those words when my thighs tightened around his hand as if to hold it in place.

"Not till you come," he groaned in my ear. "I have to see it!"

I released a desperate moan. "Please," I whispered. My nipples were painfully hard, and I could hear how wet I'd become. The stimulation grew almost unbearable. I felt lost, overwhelmed to the point of tears.

"You're almost there, sweetheart!" His voice was strained. "My God, you're so beautiful right now, so ready to come ...