Standing in the Purple Rain - Sex Stories

Standing in the Purple Rain

... with loss and sorrow. I looked across at her and tears were running freely down her cheeks and she looked so beautifully sad.

The song ended and there was a prolonged pause, neither of us moved or said anything. Then she stood up and came to stand right in front of me.

“Please play it again,” she said.

As the first chord rang out again, she raked her hands through her hair and started swaying to the music, her face tilted up with confidence, expressing her decision to be herself and follow her desires.

She unbuttoned her blouse and let it drop and unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor. She turned and unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor. Then she sat in my lap and bent her head back and rested it on my shoulder. As Prince reached for the high notes of his fantastic solo, I cupped her breasts and she covered my hands with hers and led me to please her. She licked my fingers and put them back to her nipples and I rolled and pinched them, feeling her back arch away from me. As Prince called out that he wanted to see his ex-lover standing in the purple rain, she guided my hands under her silky panties and opened up her legs. I felt her silky bush. I slid my fingers along each side of her pussy before moving them to her now wet slit. She moved my hand so it perfectly matched her needs and I felt her breath quicken and she began to grind herself into my lap with more intensity.

As I heard Prince’s falsetto voice crying out “whoooo… whoooo... whoooo" ...

... each note tumbling down the scale, I felt her body begin to tense up and her urgency intensify. She pressed her hand against my hand harder and cried out as one spasm after another convulsed her body. As the final chords of the song rung out impossibly long, she quieted down and went limp in my lap. I wrapped my arms under her breasts and pulled her tight against me, kissing her hair and letting her know how beautiful and brave she was.

She turned and straddled me and her face was still flushed from the afterglow of her orgasm. Her neck and above her breasts were red and her body was covered in a thin sweat. She kissed me, pulled back and looked at me with a sly smile.

“That was the first intentional act to start the beginning of the end of my life,” she said. “I am going to live every moment with the passion I heard in that song.”

Then she stood up and reaching out her hand she took mine and led me to her bedroom. She sat on the edge of her bed and beckoned me to stand between her legs.

She pushed my t-shirt up and I pulled it over my head. She unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper down and pushed them to my knees. She nuzzled my covered cock and reached behind to cup my ass and pull me closer. She sniffed me, licked me, bit me through the fabric while she slipped her hands under my briefs and felt the bare skin of my buttocks. She pulled my briefs down with her two hands and I stepped out of them and my jeans.

We lay next to one another on her bed, caressing ...