Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... jumped on the band wagon, it was responding and enthusiastically. Richard’s mouth kept opening and closing as if the words just wouldn’t form. He still held a fishing pole in each hand, even as his palms began to sweat and the little shanty suddenly felt very warm. Richard closed his mouth and cleared his throat, finally finding his voice.

“Far be it for me to complain, but... I thought we were going to do some fishing. I was just going to ask you which pole you wanted to use.” Richard said as if talking in a dream.

“Oh, we’re still fishing. It’s just a different kind of fishing, Rich.” Sylvia said in the sultry voice that sounded as if she were purring.

“As for which pole, I want... it’s not in your hands, at the moment.” Sylvia said as she threw back the covers and pushed up onto her knees then stood up on the bed and carefully walked to the edge, in front of Richard.

Richard swallowed and looked her up and down, from her fiery red hair, her coquettish face with those smoldering eyes and predatory smirk on her lips... down her slender neck, down her chest with those marvelous, if a little small, pert breasts with there diamond hard little pink nipples crying out to be touched and tasted. The lacy pink bra that she had artfully removed dangling from her extended arm and released to flutter to the floor. Further down, across her tight flat abdomen with that little outtie belly button looking like a pink jellybean, further still to a small if dense blazing red ...

... brush fire of her pubic mound just peeking out of the top of the lacy pink panties she still wore.

Sylvia stood on the bed, making her about four inches taller than Richard as he stood on the floor still ogling her in shock. She reached out with one delicate hand and using her index finger only, lifted his hanging chin, closing his mouth. They gazed into each other’s eyes, as Sylvia leaned closer to Richard and kissed his forehead, then the end of his nose... and finally bussed his lips gently.

Richard was still stunned, but the sensation of Sylvia’s lips on his own was electric. It was as if the oxygen finally came back into the room, and he could breathe. Her lips were sustenance, they were the very air he needed to breathe. He had to have more. The fishing poles in his hands suddenly clattered to the floor as he forgot all about them and his hands found something else, something far better, to hold.

Sylvia couldn’t restrain the giggle that slipped out of her mouth as they kissed, when Richard’s big strong hands wrapped around her thighs to squeeze the backs of her legs. First the legs then his grip climbed slowly, squeezing and grasping ever higher until at last he held her ass cheeks, one in each big hand. Sylvia’s giggle turned into a gasp, and she could feel herself melting into this gentle giant of a man.

Biting his bottom lip playfully and pulling it before releasing it, Sylvia leaned back away from him to look into his eyes. Richard gazed into her own eyes ...