Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland - Sex Stories

Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland

... time.

From someone that told me we were in a rush and that this needed to be quick, he certainly was taking his time savoring me. Not that I was complaining, trust me, not at all! His other fingers, now thoroughly soaked in my juices, went back to my ass, where he drew wet circles around the entrance. Again, the excitement and electricity shocked through my body, like nothing I had ever felt before. His mouth was going from nipple to nipple. And his fingers, now two of them, were teasing my ass with invasion. IN Elvis' bedroom!! It was all surreal and almost all I could take. I seriously think I was on the verge of passing out when he stopped. Holding on to my waist, with both hands, he turned us and started backing me up to Elvis' bed. He asked me, "Are you OK? Am I being too much?" "YES!" was all I could get out. "Yes I'm being too much? Should I stop?" I realized I had to form a complete sentence. "No... you're not... too much. No... don't... you dare... stop. FUCK!!! Yes, I want you.... to do whatever... you want to me! please... please... FUCK... PLEASE!!"

"He gave a sly smile of approval and said, "Here let's get this off and out of our way.", while pushing my dress down my hips. I started to slightly freak out hoping he wouldn't be disappointed, since I don't shave or wax (OUCH!) like I see the girls in pornos and most of the girls in the locker room doing. A couple of them have big thick bushes, which I'm glad I don't have that either. I just have a thin ...

... covering of blonde hair that I hope doesn't disappoint him. After pushing my dress to the floor he started kissing me again. Using the pressure of his lips and his kiss to back me up to the bed. I felt the soft velvet bedspread touch the back of my calves, then my thighs and my ass as I slowly sat down. With one knee crawling on the bed to the right of me, he continued using the pressure of his kiss to lay me back onto the velvety softness of the bed. He stopped kissing me so he could stand and look down at me with a smile. He didn't look disappointed at all. Then his eyes went from my eyes and slowly scanned their way down my entire naked body, all the way to my feet.

He pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the floor with my dress. He went to unbutton his shorts and nervously I said, "Wait, you have to find a towel or something to put under me." Urgently he turned and reached down and said, "Oh, you're right, here we'll just use my shirt." I said, "No! it can't be something you're going to wear! You have to find a towel or something, try the bathroom." I pointed to a door I could only hope was a bathroom. He said, "You know, I really don't mind wearing your essence for the rest of the day." To myself, I was like 'ooh he called my juices my 'essence' that's so sweet'. But out loud and flustered I said, "No! Go!", and pointed at the door. He turned to go through, what I could only assume was a bathroom door. We had success as he emerged with a large purple monogrammed hand towel ...