Passive IV - Sex Stories

Passive IV

... moan as she kissed the side of my neck and nibbled on my ear. I heard her say, "Come with me," and she took my hand and led me outside to the street.

She hailed a cab and dragged me into it. I reached to shut the door behind us and as soon as I turned back, she engulfed me in kisses and groping hands. I was overwhelmed with a heady combination of indecision and pleasure with the sensations I was getting from the constantly moving hands moving across my body. The feelings occupied my entire consciousness until I heard the cab door open and I was back on the sidewalk being dragged towards an unfamiliar brownstone, through the front door and into a nearby apartment.

Once inside, I found myself in a fairly nondescript living room. There was a couch, an abstract painting on the wall... I don't remember much of anything else except standing in the middle of the room with her in front of me kissing me. She then moved around behind me to kiss the side of my neck from behind. She forced her hands under my arms to caress my breasts from behind. I closed my eyes and felt little electric bolts from my nipples zapping down to my crotch. I felt her move her hand downward and push in on my dress at my crotch. I could feel my wetness and a distant part of my brain marveled that it was happening.

The hand disappeared and reappeared at the center of my back and I felt the zipper of my dressed being lowered and the dress getting looser as a consequence. The top of the dress fell ...

... forward off my shoulders and then down and landed around my feet. I could feel the cool room air on my skin and took a sharp inward breath. I could feel the hands work the catches on my bra and it soon joined the dress on the ground. The hands came back to my breasts, tweaking my nipples directly now, with no fabric in the way. I moaned my approval and felt my pussy clench. Again, one hand snaked down to my crotch and landed directly on top of my panty-covered sex. I knew there was no way to hide my arousal from her even if I wanted to.

She reappeared in front of me and led me over to the couch and had me sit. She took a step back and I watched as she reached behind her and unzipped her own dress and let it fall off of her. She wore a black bra and reached behind her to remove it as well, revealing her breasts, which were large, but perky. She tweaked her nipples and gave a moan of her own. I never would have thought the sight was as hot as it was in that moment. She was stunning. She had just the right amount of tomboy look to her. It gave her an unmistakable, almost masculine air of power and authority. Following her lead was automatic; natural, even.

She stepped closer to me and reached down for my waist and took ahold of my panties and pulled them towards my feet. I lifted up to help and they were gone, tossed out of the way. She put her hands on my knees to spread my naked body wide. She knelt before me and kissed her way up my inner thigh.

I felt her pull me open ...