Crossing Boundaries - Sex Stories

Crossing Boundaries

... while I rub your swollen clit!" The words he spoke unleashed a feral desire in me. A blissful warmth settled low in my belly even as what felt like an electric current traveled along the curve of my bottom, down the length of my thighs, eventually reaching my toes and making them curl. My back arched, and I grabbed for the man, fearing I'd lost all control over my body. I clung to his forearm as my breath hitched in my chest. "Ah, that's it! Come for me, baby!" he murmured.

I quaked all over from the power of my first-ever orgasm, and as my stare met his, I opened my mouth to release a cry. He pressed his lips to mine, his kiss quieting me. I moaned while my body stiffened. He continued touching me, driving me into a frenzy. When our tongues met, I succumbed to a fresh wave of spasms.

The man broke the kiss only when he was sure I wouldn't draw attention to us. I slumped against the seat, trying to catch my breath. He was breathing just as hard, his eyes bright as he gazed at me. His touch quickly became uncomfortable, for my clitoris was now overstimulated. Even after he stopped rubbing it, that bud of flesh pulsed and quivered. He gently withdrew his hand from my panties, then pulled my dress back down over my thighs. I watched, wide-eyed, as he brought his fingers to his lips. He inhaled deeply, breathing in my scent. Then he slipped his fingers into his mouth. My face burned as I witnessed what I then considered filthy behavior, but the man seemed to relish the ...

... taste of me.

My trembling hadn't yet subsided, and he slipped an arm around my shoulders. "Thank you for letting me do that," he whispered. The man held me until I'd settled into a kind of relaxed stupor. Then he removed his suit coat and draped it across his lap. I allowed him to grasp my hand and pull it beneath the coat. "You want to make me feel good, too, don't you?" I could only nod in reply. The man pressed my hand between his thighs, and I gasped at the feel of his erection. "Feel what you do to me, darling." That primal heat had returned to his eyes, and I realized he longed for the same kind of release he'd given me.

I felt far less vulnerable pleasuring him. When an elderly lady made her slow, deliberate way down the aisle toward us, I quickly withdrew my hand, but as soon as she'd walked past, I went back to stroking the man through his pants. I explored the outline of his erection with my fingertips, acquainting myself with his length and girth. "That's so nice!" he said. Then he reached beneath the coat, and in seconds, he'd taken out his member.

My eyes widened when I felt his silky flesh covering the hardness beneath. I had no idea what to do, so he guided me with his own hand, and we worked up to a steady rhythm he enjoyed. An involuntary moan escaped me when his erection pulsed in my grasp. "You like that?" he asked with a grin. Again I nodded. My own arousal had reignited in response to his. He planted a kiss against my temple, and I couldn't help but ...