Just Keep Swinging - Sex Stories

Just Keep Swinging

... across my face.

We had just one more round of double vodkas, and a rather passionate kiss in the bathroom. I then had another cigarette, I did again offer her one, this time she finally accepted. I had to chuckle as I focused as I lined up the lighter. When I was her age, I could never refuse. Just look where that got me. She would soon learn to enjoy them. With another kiss she booked us an Uber. We didn't have enough time for another drink. She was cool and sensible enough for the app. I was far too tipsy and didn't have my glasses on. I couldn't see the screen.

With me yet again full of vodka-fueled bravado I invited her back to mine. Again, forgetting that I would need to explain why the tennis teacher was sitting at the kitchen table for breakfast to the inquisitive children.

I groaned "Shush". Even though it hurt my head, my throat felt like shit. I was probably still drunk, and very much did not want to get up. But I now really needed a pee. I could also do with my morning cigarette. It doesn't matter however much I smoke the night before; a morning cigarette is bliss.

"Mary, this one, she is truly stunning." He whispered rather loudly again. I prayed he did not wake the kids up in the room next door.

"I know." I grumbled, and hacked my usual morning cough as I got out of bed. I tried to run my fingers through my hair, but it was matted and mangled and in desperate need of a brush. I did not realize quite how hot and sweaty I had gotten last night. I ...

... was grateful that somehow, I managed to get my pajama shorts on before climbing into bed and passing out.

In the office, Sarah had not been quite so lucky. The hazy sexy memories of last night slowly danced their way into my head before they flooded back. She had fallen asleep on top of the bed completely naked. Clearly exactly where I had left her. Her sexy dress and matching pink bra and panties were still where, along with my large black panties and gray bra, I had discarded them on the floor after undressing her between our passionate kisses and gropes. I guiltily tried to not be too obvious using my toes to flick my underwear out of sight under the bed. When I was feeling straight, I would get down on my hands and knees and retrieve them. I don't think John noticed. In all honesty it did not matter. He was busy staring at her little pink areolas and with her legs splayed wide apart, her equally pink bare crotch, surrounded with the almost down like tufts of blonde pubes. Last night it had been just a very quick good night kiss. I obviously should have left her panties on. It was then I remembered lying naked on the bed with her, kissing each other with her fingers deep inside me. She was good. It was an amazing feeling. I had to struggle to stay quiet. I knew I had to. I did not want to wake a soul. Standing there, the memories of last night making me smile, I had to agree with John, that just like last night, after far too much to drink, even in the clear light of ...