Dorothy And Stefan Light The Fire - Sex Stories

Dorothy And Stefan Light The Fire

... know what. But I haven’t met anyone until you came along. I just don’t quite know what to do,” Dorothy admitted, blushing as she did so.

“I am glad to be your friend, Dorothy. I hope I can be avery good friend,” Stefan told the buxom woman seated next to him as he gently touched her shoulder.

After picking up coffee and pastries, Dorothy drove to a park on a small hill that overlooked the city. Soon they found a bench with a view and sipped their coffee. Stefan noticed that Dorothy sat right next to him, her hips touching him. She was bright, beautiful, and animated.

No, she wasn’t beautiful in the way that his teen granddaughter, Sabina, was beautiful. But beautiful in a wonderful mature way. Full of curves and soft flesh with wrinkles that gave her character. Wonderful, expressive eyes and a great laugh. She seemed to glow as she interacted with him, taking years off her face. Her ample cleavage was intoxicating. Stefan was smitten.

“I bet you think I’m very naughty, meeting up with a strange man when I already have a partner,” Dorothy teased as she placed her hand on his thigh.

Looking her in the eye, Stefan replied, “I like very naughty women. Myself, I am a very naughty man.”

“I bet you are!” Dorothy cooed as she leaned closer, entranced by this moment.

“Very naughty,” Stefan said in a low voice as he leaned close and kissed Dorothy on the lips.

It was a gamble. Would this woman pull away in anger? Or would she respond in kind? The gamble paid ...

... off. Dorothy responded in kind.

The kiss began softly. Lips brushing, then kissing harder and more passionately. It seemed to go on and on as time stopped for the pair. Soon Stefan’s arms were around her soft, sensuous body, and hers around him.

Aware that that moment they had started something that they both desperately wanted, they stood up. Tossing the remains of their breakfast in a trash bin, Dorothy led Stefan hand-in-hand to a secluded spot in the trees and brush. There, she put her arms around him and pulled his body in close, kissing him hard on the mouth.

The kiss went on longer and longer. Their lips parted and their tongues explored each other in a mimicry of what their sex organs longed to do. Stefan moved his hands over and down Dorothy’s body, feeling her soft, ample flesh under her clothes, tracing the outline of her voluptuous body. Finally, they rested on her ass. Her wonderful, big, round ass.

Dorothy’s hands explored his still-hard body with one ending up under his shirt, caressing the naked flesh of his back. She felt her nipples harden as he gently pushed her backward against the trunk of a tree. His hand slid up, close to her breast, sliding along its side and bottom in a way that made her tingle. At that moment she wanted him. Wanted him then and there, as if she was nineteen again, free and wild. By now both her hands were up under his shirt, and his hand under hers, feeling wonderful against the bare skin of her back. Her legs were spread ...