Diary of a High Price Escort Book Two Part Two - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book Two Part Two

Sam again took my hand and led me into his family room. A very cozy den with a large plasma television in one corner, a fireplace across the far end, and a well-stocked library in the other corner. Facing all three was a huge sectional sofa with a lounging seat at one end.

Soft lights were shown from the ceiling, and a unique ceiling fan rotated slowly overhead.

"What a wonderful room, Sam," I commented.

"Thanks, Margaret. It's nice to be able to share it with someone." Sam replied.

I walked over to him and slowly placed my hands on his shoulders. Our eyes met as I whispered. "Sam, do you remember at the park when you asked me if I wanted a massage?"

"Yes." He replied.

I moved even closer, and looking deeply into his incredibly dark eyes, I again whispered. "When I turned my head, and your lips brushed my cheek?"

"Yes, Margaret, I remember," Sam said.

"Your touch made my nipples hard, Sam, and I wanted to kiss you in the worst way," I admitted.

"I wanted that too, Margaret,” he said.

I closed the minuscule distance between our bodies and tilted my head back. Through parted, moist lips, I began to whisper. "Kiss..." but before I could utter the word “me,” Sam's lips found mine. It was a sensual, soft first kiss, barely touching but touching, nonetheless.

His arms circled my body and pulled me tighter against his. My erect nipples pierced at the cotton fabric of my sundress covering them.

Sam's tongue darted toward mine, and I accepted it ...

... gladly. As our kiss intensified, Sam began moving his hands over my back. At first, down to the base of my spine, then up into the short hair on the back of my neck. I continually ran my fingernails through his wavy hair. His touch excited me. His tongue encouraged me. His smell intoxicated me.

I moaned softly as his hands slid beyond the base of my spine and pulled my loins toward him and against the growing bulge in his jeans.

Pleadingly, I asked. "Can I touch it?"

Sam didn't reply but instead slipped his hand over mine and guided me to his growing cock.

"Hmm,” I moaned as my delicate fingers ran the length of his imprisoned erection.

Both of his hands were again on my ass. Kneading the soft flesh pulling my loins tight against my hand and his hard cock.

Sam darted his tongue repeatedly between my lips, our mouths tightly against one another, performing a passion dance of lust.

He broke our kiss and moved his lips to my ear. "I promised you a massage,” he whispered.

"Later, baby," I replied.

I wanted his internal massage most of all. I wanted to strip this wonderful gentleman and have him for myself.

Sam's deft fingers slid to the tiny metal tab at the top of my dress's zipper, and slowly, very, very slowly, he slid the tab down my back.

I moaned deeply as he took forever to pull it down. Sam cupped his fingers around the open zipper and almost as slowly ran them up until he reached the top.

"Yes, baby!" I exclaimed as he continued up under ...