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

Diary of a High Price Escort Book Two Part Two

... that I couldn't remember ever being touched like this before.

"Oh, Sam!" I exclaimed as his caresses nearly caused my knees to buckle.

All the while, Sam was caressing my body from behind. I was grinding my ass against his still denim-imprisoned erection. I wanted that rock-solid bulge pardoned and released from the jail cell that kept it from me.

I turned to face him, causing his finger to slip from inside me. Drawing his glistening finger to my lips, I suckled it, licking my wetness from him.

Sam started to pull my body toward his once again. But I wanted naked flesh against naked flesh and quickly moved my hands between us. He paused and smiled widely, knowing precisely what I wanted.

While I found the way he removed my dress highly erotic, I was having none of that with his sweater. In one swift movement, I pulled the garment over his head and tossed it aside like some old rag.

Sam's chest is very tanned, most likely from bare-chested yard work. The salt and pepper effect of his hair is repeated on his chest. His nipples, small and dark, stood out very hard.

I ran my sexy nails up through his chest hair and whispered. "Very sexy."

Once my hands reached his shoulders, I circled his neck, and we pulled our bodies together. My nipples tingled as they contacted his hairy chest.

"I love that," I said just before his lips and tongue found mine, and our passionate French kissing began again.

With my body now naked except for my white satin thong ...

... and heeled sandals, Sam was free to explore every inch of sensual flesh with his soft hands. And explore he did. As we kissed, he caressed my shoulders and back. He grasped my ass and pulled my loins even tighter against the throbbing bulge still imprisoned by denim bars.

My hands continually explored his upper torso and muscular arms. While he may be a little overweight, he still was a powerful man, and I traced the outline of his arm muscles with delicate fingernails.

"God, I want you, Margaret!" Sam exclaimed while I gasped for breath once we broke off our seductive kiss.

I pulled his ear to my lips and whispered. "Take me, Sam."

Sam turned slightly and, in one herculean movement, swooped me off my feet and into his strong arms. I instantly circled his neck with my hands and gazed lustfully into his eyes as he carried me to the lounging seat at the far end of the sofa.

Ever so gently, he placed me on his altar of lust. Before straightening up, Sam kissed me again—a soft, sensual kiss to hold me over until he joined me on the altar.

I turned slightly as he began undoing his belt, grasped the satin material of my thong at my hips, and pulled the garment high over my sexy, flaring hips.

Sam's eyes were glued to my body, roaming up and down over and over again. His chest muscles twitched involuntarily, wanting to be caressed again by my delicate fingertips.

I kept my eyes directed to his loins wanting the fully erect bulge to be released from its denim ...