Sarah Redux - Part One - Sex Stories

Sarah Redux - Part One

... arm and walked me to the couch where we both sat down. “Don’t say anything. I’ve thought about this all night.” Sarah turned her back to me, looked back over her shoulder, and asked me for a back rub. Nothing was said. Nothing had to be said. Her message and its meaning were clear. I went slow, massaging her shoulders, and then moving my fingers down her back. On the way back up to her shoulders, I massaged under her shirt, lifting it as I moved my fingers up her back. I massaged her shoulders with her shirt wrapped around her neck, and then slowly lifted her shirt up and off. It had not been my imagination. Sarah’s breasts were bigger, and jiggled as she quivered a little, anticipating what was to come. I put my hands softly on Sarah’s shoulders and eased her back until I was lying against the couch arm and pillows, and she was lying back on top of me. Her skin was soft; I could smell her hair and perfume, and I could just see the tip of her breasts and her hard nipples. Burying my face in her hair and inhaling the sweet smell of lilac, I reached around Sarah and ran my fingers lightly over her tits and nipples. Sarah moaned loudly and arched her back. Small goose bumps appeared all over her breasts, as her nipples tightened even more. “Do you like that?” I whispered, knowing full well what her answer would be. “Yes,” she replied in a soft whimper. Her nipples were rock hard. I wanted to play with them, but for the time being, I just lightly cupped her breasts and ran my ...

... fingers around her areola. Sarah had not been touched like this in a long time, and I was enjoying teasing her, hearing her moans of pleasure, and feeling her body twitch and tremble. “Pinch my nipples.” I took each nipple between my fingers and thumb and rolled them around, I could feel Sarah’s fingernails dig into my arms as she let out a long, guttural moan. I played with Sarah’s nipples and tits for another five or ten minutes, listening to her sounds of pleasure and getting lost in her long hair and perfume. Suddenly, without saying anything, she sat up, got off the couch and walked a few feet away. “There is just one thing that I’ve not seen with any other man I’ve been with. It is burned into my memory, and I need to see it again.” What?” I asked. Sarah did not answer. Her tits wiggled back and forth as she undid the button on her jeans; they dangled and swayed as she slid her jeans down over her hips. As Sarah stepped out of her jeans, I could see the muscles in her thighs and stomach, her arms and shoulders, tighten and stretch. As her jeans slid down her legs, Sarah revealed her pussy, still with a tuft of blonde hair at the top of her slit, and wet, light brown, flowering pussy lips. Sarah stood up, put her hands on her hips, and twisted around a little, fully displaying her body. She was thinner, a lot more muscular, with perfect pear shaped breasts, hard brown nipples, swollen pussy lips, and a world-class ass. I stared in awe and wonder, appreciation and approval; ...