Under Everyday Clothes - Sex Stories

Under Everyday Clothes

... sighed, and let herself smile. "I suppose I coulddo something about this."

She finally brought her hand to the head of my cock, and slid her fingers lightly down the underside, spreading the slick precum over my skin as she went.

I would have shivered at her touch if it weren't for all the other tremors running through me. Or maybe I did, and I just couldn't tell.

"Do it," I managed to say.

Siobhan removed the towel from around her waist, tossed it across the end of the bedframe, and climbed up on the bed with me, straddling me low, her powerful bare legs wrapped around my stocking-clad ones. She took my cock in her hand again and gave it a squeeze and a couple full strokes.

"Is this what you want, sweetheart?" she asked.

I nodded, arching my back to move myself in her grip a little more.

"You want me to jerk you off in my old, little girl bed, all over your best baby blue panties, in the middle of a family gathering?" she asked, sliding her hand slowly, methodically up and down.

"Yes, please," I begged.

"You want me to be very rude, and keep ignoring all the other guests, just so you can cum?"

"Please," I repeated.

"Youreally want me to stop your fun little game early, and make you too tired and satisfied for me to tease all night?"

"Yes, please, I can't wait!"

"How's that little plug feeling inside you right now?" she asked, still pumping in that same slow rhythm.

"Like I'm going mad," I said. "It's been on for so long."

"Oh, has ...

... this felt like a long time to you?" asked Siobhan, clicking her tongue. "Poor baby. Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Letting go of me for the moment, she untied the functional knots of her bikini top, so that the ornamental fabric twists fell away as well. She leaned down and wrapped her freed breasts around my cock, enveloping me in an ocean of soft, warm cleavage.

I thrusted into it as best I could, arching my back over my tied hands.

Swinging one leg off of me, she inched her way up the bed, sliding her breasts up the length of my cock and off the end, leaving it momentarily alone and straining in the air again.

Then her hand was on me again, pumping harder and faster, no longer teasing.

Her breasts hung freely above my face, and when I reached out my tongue to touch one of her nipples, she lowered it to my mouth, so that I could play with it comfortably with my head resting on the blankets.

I flicked my tongue back and forth until I felt the nipple harden, and then settled into a comfy sucking rhythm, which slipped in and out of synchronization with the rhythms of her hand and the pulses inside me.

"That's it, sweetie," she said, stroking my hair with her free hand. "Show my tits how much you appreciate them."

I sucked a little harder.

The sun had almost fully set now, and the light in the room was dusky. The party outside had gotten a little louder. Someone was commenting on the prettiness of the cake someone else had brought.

Siobhan's ...