Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... with both surprise, and questions... and an unmistakable lust. Sylvia cocked her head slightly to one shoulder and tilted down to look up through her lashes and a few stray red locks that had fallen across her face.

“You say you have a pole... for me?” Sylvia asked in a teasingly husky voice, as her right hand traveled from Richard’s neck down across his chest to come to rest on his belt buckle, her fingers slipping between his shirt and his jeans.

“Syl... I’m... I’m not complaining, but are you sure you want to do this? I mean... with you going away and all...” Richard began questioningly, still reeling from surprise of the suddenness of this.

“Rich, I am sure. I’ve been sure for weeks. You are too nice for your own good, you know? I was beginning to think you weren’t interested to be honest. I know that you are a true gentleman... and I’ve not known many of those...” Sylvia deflected her eyes briefly, a moment of self-conscious reflection before returning her gaze to his eyes with determination renewed.

“Besides... Even if we are... parting ways, I will always remember my time with you, and I would like you to remember it as well. I’ve been a royal bitch most of my adult life so far. I’d like to think that I’m changing my ways, and I’m beginning with you. I’m really not a cock tease, or at least I don’t mean to be. I’m not saying I love you, Richard. But I do like you, and I do care about you. So... Would it be bad of me to want to play with you?” Sylvia ...

... asked quietly as her left hand toyed with the hair at the back of Richard’s neck.

“I would... like that. I... I just didn’t want to rush anything, and then... well... you leaving soon... I...” Richard began to try to explain but Sylvia’s lips pressed against his silenced him once more.

Releasing the back of Richard’s head, Sylvia brought her left hand down to join the right in unbuckling his belt and unfastening his jeans. Richard’s own hands, on her ass cheeks began to quest as well. His fingers worked under the edges of her lacy pink panties and slid along the silky smooth pale intimate flesh. The feeling of Richard’s big hands and fingers made Sylvia squirm and moan even as they kissed and she wrestled with pushing his jeans downwards.

Pulling back again, this time for both to pant and try to catch their breath, Sylvia’s eyes looked down to see the object of her desire. Richard was not a boy, he was not an average male at all as far as that goes. He was also not a virgin, having known a few girls in his time at college. He was aware that most girls were rather intimidated by his size, both length and especially girth. So, when Sylvia gasped and looked back into his eyes with that shocked and questioning glance, he simply shrugged slightly and grinned sheepishly.

“Oh my god! Richard? You did bring a pole for me!” Sylvia declared in a voice filled with awe and reverence.

Her hands, together, could barely wrap around Richard’s cock as it stood out from his body ...