Dorothy And Stefan Light The Fire - Sex Stories

Dorothy And Stefan Light The Fire

... stop by for coffee again? It’s been fun talking to you.”

“I shall, my dear. I have enjoyed it myself. I love the company of beautiful women,” Stefan told her.

Then he grabbed her hand pulled it up to his mouth and kissed the back of it. It was such a corny gesture, topped off when he said “good evening” in the best Bela Lugosi imitation she had ever heard. This spoof made her laugh and blush. It felt like being a teen again.

True to his word, Stefan ambled by the next morning. Dorothy was waiting on the porch for him with coffee and a selection of doughnuts. She couldn’t believe how he made her feel like a teen girl again! As they talked about the differences between America and his native country, she couldn’t help but eye him up. He looked to still be very virile. It was just a vibe that he gave off. Subtle but real. It made her tingle. As he talked, she let her mind wander, undressing him, imagining him with a big hard cock jutting up proudly as he pushed her to the bed. Then his naked, manly body on hers, skin touching, as he devoured her breasts and skewered her wanton pussy with his dick. The fantasy was almost overpowering, and she forgot what she was doing, allowing her coffee to slop out of the cup. This brought her back to reality, but again, she found herself blushing, remembering the fantasy.

Stefan looked at her with what almost seemed like a knowing look. Like he could read her thoughts. It was startling. But it couldn’t be! It must just be her ...

... imagination.

As he helped her mop up the spill with a couple of napkins, she couldn’t help but reach out and touch the back of his hand. It seemed like there was an electric spark. Or that feeling you get when you tip back on the back legs of a chair and almost tip over backwards, but save it. It was a surrealistic, atavistic, attraction to this man. It was like she had known him in the past, though that was impossible.

“You are so kind, Dorothy, to a stranger from a faraway land. I don’t know what I can do to repay your kindness,” Stefen told her.

“You don’t need to do anything. Just come back tomorrow. Please!” Dorothy replied, with almost a pleading tone.

She didn’t mean to sound needy. It just slipped out. When she was around this man her head was spinning. She knew what she wanted, but the path was unfamiliar.

Later that night, as she luxuriated in the bath, her fingers found their way down to her pussy as she thought of Stefan. Without giving it any conscious thought, they began to play with her pussy and clit, rubbing and fingering it. Soon she was lost in ecstasy as her body built to an orgasm. Gasping, she climaxed, unwittingly saying “Stefan” out loud.

“Pull yourself together, girl. You’ve got it bad!” She thought as she got out of the tub and grabbed a towel.

Looking at her body in the mirror, she critically thought, “Why would any man want this body?”

But just as quickly, from a distant recess in her mind, the idea came to her that, yes, ...