Our Sensual "Movie Night" - Sex Stories

Our Sensual "Movie Night"

It's finally time again for our special movie night. I hope you're as excited as I am to give the new TV a spin, although we both know that the real entertainment won't take place on a screen. But one thing after another, we're not in a hurry, afterall.

We begin the evening with a nice dinner I made for the two of us. Your favorite, just as promised. With it, a fine bottle of wine, since I love to get you a bit tipsy before I take care of you; it helps you loosen up. I'm going to spoil you tonight, my love.

As soon as we're done eating, I take you by the hand and lead you to the bedroom, where a queen-sized bed awaits the both of us. I close the door behind us and let go of your hand.

After sitting down on the edge of the bed, I tell you to stand in front of me, within arm's reach. Even though you precisely know what I'm going to tell you to do next, you patiently wait for my command.

For a few seconds, I let you wait and watch you bite your lower lip, relishing in your expression of nervous anticipation. I can't stand to see you suffer like this for long though, so I calmly order you to undress. Slowly, for I enjoy a good show performed by a woman as beautiful as you are.

First, you take off your top, revealing your bra and the prettiest tummy imaginable. Before you're able to make another move, I firmly grab your butt and drag you close. Passionately, I kiss your tummy right below your navel and brush over it with my tongue before playfully pushing you back ...

... a step and ordering you to continue.

After throwing a nervous glance my way, you start to unbutton your jeans, my eyes following the movements of your nestling fingers oberservantly. You drop your pants on the floor, step out of them, and kick them aside.

As you stand directly in front of me in your underwear, I begin to tenderly caress the inner side of your thighs, gradually making my way upwards, growing ever more delighted as your expression becomes more timid.

Feeling compassionate for my poor, shy girl, I stand up straight and, towering over you, gently take hold of your chin and force you to face me as I softly kiss your cheek, and press my face against it.

"Good girl," I whisper affectionately into your ear while playfully biting your lobe.

These words stir up a brazen, shameless part of you. To further encourage you, I seize your hands and kiss them repeatedly before letting go and sitting down on the mattress again.

With an adorably shy smile and slightly shaking hands, you start to take off your bra. I try my best to remain calm and collected as you drop it to the floor and reveal your boobs to me.

I clench my fists reflexively as I gather all my self-control, for I'm dying to fondle your perfect breasts, but manage to restrain myself for now. We're not in a hurry, and I don't want to interrupt your little show.

Finally, you slowly pull down your panties, keeping eye contact with me while doing so, just as I taught you. Mesmerized, I watch ...