Chapter 3: Touches - Sex Stories

Chapter 3: Touches

... thighs, almost as far as her bum.

“You’re very good at this, you know,” T said as she reached across and put her glass down on the coffee table. “This is having quite the effect on me,” she continued, looking at me as she gently ran her fingertips over her pert nipples through the fabric of her shirt.

“Thanks, I’m glad,” I replied, “I do aim to please. And I can’t say that I’m also…unaffected”. I was, by this point, rock hard, and I had to adjust my hips slightly to remain comfortable.

“Was this included in the massage training,” T asked jokingly, “or is it an unintended side-effect?”

I laughed out loud before replying, “There was no mention of getting turned on in the instruction, but I don’t think it’s unprecedented! I also think that the situation, and the fact that it’s you –us – might have something to do with it.”

“Mmm, you’re getting no complaints from me’ T responded, biting her bottom lip slightly as she opened the buttons of her shirt and started playing with her now-exposed nipples. “However, right now, it seems that I’m sharing a lot more my skin than you are, and that doesn’t seem at all fair.”

“Excellent point, and well made. I couldn’t agree more, but you’ll have to move your legs if I’m to get my trousers open,” I countered, “as you’ve got me slightly hemmed in.”

“Fair enough,” she said, pulling her legs back so I could loosen and pull down my slacks, freeing my erection. She bent her right leg behind so her foot rested behind my back as ...

... I leaned forwards and laid the one back across my thigh again so her bum and pussy were now up against my now naked thigh. She then reached down between her legs and started stroking two fingertips across the front of her slit. “Show me how you touch yourself,” she continued in a slightly husky voice, “I want to see how you do it.”

I pushed my hips out a little more, opened my legs slightly and took my cock in my hand, slowly pulling my foreskin back with four fingers over the front and my thumb behind, sighing slightly as I did so. T was pressing further into her labia with two fingers, and I could smell her arousal, which heightened mine even further.

I turned on the sofa so I was facing T with my legs open, and she was nestled between them, stretching ourselves open towards each other as we both touched ourselves, alternately watching ourselves and each other, often looking into each other’s eyes. The shared turn-on, the shared explicitness and vulnerability, and that feeling that we were opening up to a new set of experiences after talking about it for so long, created an intensity, a bubble where it felt like everything else had ceased to exist.

We mirrored each other’s touches, showing each other what we liked. I played with my nipples as T teased hers, sometimes pulling hard and gasping when she did so. Our loins were so close together that while T was drawing circles around her clit, I pulled and squeezed my sac and balls firmly so my knuckles brushed against ...