Storm Warning - Sex Stories

Storm Warning

... of my eye I can tell that Anna has lifted herself up onto the counter, her upper body resting across the counter, her legs dangling, hovering above the floor.

"Don't worry, guys. I'll keep a lookout for you. you're safe with me," she whispers reassuringly, with equal amounts of cheekiness and arousal in her voice.

The bar stool, with its rounded seat and no backrest, makes it easy for Michelle to lean back effortlessly, her arm resting on the counter. My hands slide down onto her naked thighs, and my lips head down across her tummy, reaching her hand still holding up her dress for me. And further down. On my knees in front of her now, as my lips connect with the soft skin of her lower tummy just below her belly button. I stick out my tongue and continue downwards, leaving a wet trail along her soft, perfectly smooth mound. My hands move in underneath her legs and up on the outside, grabbing hold of her inner thighs.

Michelle whimpers loudly as my tongue reaches her clit. I know her wonderful taste so well, and every part of me is craving her particular flavour smothered all over my lips and on my tongue. Her body twists and turns as my tongue is flicking her clit, up, down, and from side to side, while I hold her steady with my tight grip on her tights. Michelle reaches down with both hands, tanging her fingers in my hair on the back of my head, moaning. My tongue slides down further, parting her lips slightly and moving down the length of her wet slit, so very ...

... slowly, soaking in her juices. She's so wonderfully drenched already. I slide my tongue inside her pussy, as deep as I can, before pulling out and returning to her clit, dragging her wetness along the way. My lips close around her clit, sucking on it, feeling it swell in my mouth as I create a vacuum around it, my tongue playing around it in small circles. Fuck!

I lift my head, looking up at Michelle's gorgeous, lust-filled face. I’m bursting with desire for her right now.

"I can't wait any longer. I need inside you. Right now!"

My cock is pressed hard against the fabric of my pants, eagerly begging to be set free. I stagger as I get up, my body trembling. In one swift motion I unbuckle my belt, unbutton and unzip my pants. I pull both pants and boxers down, just enough for my hard cock to swing out, releasing it from its confinement.

A light sound from behind the bar counter reminds us of our audience of one. We both turn our eyes to Anna, who has slid down from the counter again. Her one hand is on her breast, pinching her nipple underneath the white shirt, the other is pressed in between her legs, stretching the fabric of her skirt as her fingers move slowly up and down against it. She demonstratively carries out a quick scan around the room, ensuring us that we're still alone, and then her eyes return to us, nodding approvingly.

The bar stool has just the right height. We're perfectly aligned for this.

"Mmm, I want you inside of me," Michelle whispers as I ...