One Flight Delayed - Sex Stories

One Flight Delayed

... Serie clinched her teeth around the lacey fabric. Her eyes were clamped closed.

I took my dick in my hand. I was already drooling precum everywhere. I found this exchange as hot as she did.

I licked her and tugged myself. She pinched her nipples harder and harder to get herself off. For fifteen minutes our breathing was heavy as I gave and she received. After one last intense roll of my tongue across her clit, Serie clamped her thighs tightly around my head. I couldn’t move.

“I’m cumming,” she said in a guttural chant as her juices squirted all over my freshly shaved face.

She rested and I held my dick awkwardly. I was so turned on and so unfulfilled at the same time.

“I’m not into dick. But that tongue of yours can spend as much time in my bed as it wants,” Serie said.

I didn’t want to complain, but I was a little disappointed. I loved getting her off, but I didn’t really want to be the one handling my needs as well.

“That was amazing, Serie said as she pulled my jeans and boxers from my waist. " A good orgasm or two really fixes everything. You look kinda pathetic there jacking yourself off. I’ll give your cock a little attention. Just this once."

Serie jumped off the changing table and spun in the light. Her tiny body had curves in just the right places.

She noticed me gazing on her body.

'My body's not perfect. Motherhood changes your body in some of the worst ways, but changes your life in the best," Serie said.

"You body's fucking ...

... perfect," I said. "I wouldn't change one inch of it."

Serie reached over and embraced me for several minutes. It was a moment of raw intimacy.

“Here, climb up so I can reach your dick more easily,” Serie said as she patted the counter.

I climbed onto the changing table and put my hips near her head. I turned slightly onto my side so she could reach me. She started slow. She looked a little disgusted by the prospect of touching my dick, and when she grasped me in her hand she handled me with the vigor of a woman pounding on a rolling pin in the kitchen.

I took her hand in mine and had her loosen her grip. I slowed her stroke and guided her, helping her relearn what she knew intrinsically on some level. Serie surprised me once more when she bent over to take me into her mouth. She was clearly trying hard and clearly not in to it.

“Sucking your dick is absolutely not for me, sorry,” she said.

I must have looked pretty sad at that because she responded with an inquisitive look. She thought for a few moments then said, “How about I try something else.”

Then one more surprise. Serie climbed up and onto my lap. She rolled her tiny body between my legs and ran her fingers up and down my six-pack. She was admiring my body. She climbed up and kissed me, straddling me, my penis lying between her pussy lips.

She was breathing heavy, shaking a bit. Her whole body was heaving.

“I think you have earned something very special. And honestly, I would rather get you off by ...