Shelter From The Storm - Sex Stories

Shelter From The Storm

... away, and stood up too abruptly.

“Before you go, I want you to know that I arranged with your contractor friend for you to come to my house and do this job,” she admitted. “I was looking for a way to connect with you. I’ve seen you around town and heard about what’s been happening in your life. I wanted to offer you something that I think you need. Maybe I am crossing a line but I want to repay a favour from four years ago. You probably don’t realize it but that simple comment you made to me in the group was a lifesaver for me.”

“Listen,” he responded with obvious irritation, “You don’t owe me anything.” He started towards the front door.

He had gone a few steps when she said, “Josh, stop fighting your demons and let someone be kind towards you!”

Something in the tone of her voice pierced him and he stopped. He felt tears welling up in his eyes that he tried to blink away. His brain was screaming, “Get out. You don’t need anyone’s kindness.”

He felt her hand on his shoulder. He turned. She looked so soft and open. She gracefully took his hand in hers. He had to force himself to look at her. Her gaze was so disarming.

She placed her hand against his cheek and said, “Don’t run away, Josh.” And she brushed his lips with her fingers.

At that moment something broke apart inside him and he took a step towards her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. He felt the heat of her body and took in her scent. He nuzzled his head into her hair and drank ...

... in her warmth. She whispered into his ear, “Come upstairs to my bedroom and let me lift this burden from you. I want to give you pleasure. I want you to feel loved.”

She took his hand and led him to the stairs. She went ahead and he followed. At the top of the stairs, she stopped and turned to him.

“Last chance to run,” she said smiling.

He shook his head and, in a voice, so quiet she had to ask him to repeat himself he said, “I don’t feel worthy of your kindness but I do want to stop running away from myself and everyone else.”

She invited him to sit on the bed and standing in front of him she unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were held in a white, lacy bra and she turned and asked him to unfasten it. When she turned back to him, he caught his breath. She was so beautiful. Her breasts were round, full and her nipples were erect and surrounded by dark areoles. She stood looking at him with a smile as she unfastened her jeans and pushed them down.

“Can you help me,” she asked and he knelt down and took her jeans off, one leg at a time. As he made to stand up, she took his head in her hands and guided him to her silk-covered pussy and gently pressed his face against her. He breathed in her scent and felt dizzy. He wanted to ravish her it had been so long and his arousal was coming on so strong but she, sensing his urgency, said,

“Let’s be especially gentle with one another for our first time. Yes? First times are sacred.”

Then ...