Lost in London - Sex Stories

Lost in London

... cupped the bottoms of her breasts, lifting them upwards gently and sighing in relief as the weight on my back subsided. It was an unusual feeling, having two fleshy appendages hanging off my chest. The only sensitive, drooping body part I was accustomed to having was the one that no longer hung between my legs. I gave London's tits a curious squeeze, silently pleased by the waves of pleasure that radiated through my soft, fleshy bosom. I allowed them fall back to my chest as I dropped my hands, letting them brush past my soft, round tummy. London's body--mine at the moment--wasn't fat, but she was nowhere near being lean. She (or rather, I,) was pleasantly buxom. I'd never really noticed how beautiful she was before.

Slowly, as if I was saving the most intriguing part of London for last, I lowered my gaze to my crotch. Her flowy skirt hung loosely around my hips, and was draped flat against my pelvis. I ran my fingertips across the front of the fabric, noting the lack of any familiar visible bulge. I was about to pull back the waistband, when suddenly I heard the floor creak and felt someone's hot breath on the back of my neck.

"Oh my gosh, London I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be weird, I was just--" I began to turn around, mortified at having been caught exploring her body, when I was met with a sight that made me freeze in place.

London was standing directly behind me, naked, with my cock in her hand. A long strand of precum dangled precariously from the tip of my ...

... cock, as she slowly stroked her greasy knob. She took a step forwards, releasing herself and wrapping her long, muscular arms around my body. Her erect, throbbing penis brushed up against me, its tan and pink hue clashing with my cocoa-colored body, as it streaked fluid across my inner thigh.

My dainty feminine frame trembled with involuntary excitement as she pulled me tight against her large, rigid body. "I'm sorry... I just... I need you..." she whispered into my ear with her deep baritone voice as she began to plant soft, slow kisses up and down the length of my neck. As her masculine musk reached my nostrils, a wave of new, sensual feelings swept through me, causing my knees to go weak. London used her newfound strength to support me, squeezing me tightly. I was convinced that I was melting in her arms, and that my curvy figure would meld with her hard, masculine frame, fusing us together in carnal embrace.

Her hands found their way into the folds of my skirt, each cupping an asscheek with a wide, open palm. With only a thin layer of cotton separating her rough hands from my bare ass, she began to squeeze and knead my doughy cheeks, gently splaying them with each grab. My nipples began to inflate, pushing outwards awkwardly and tenting my bra like daggers that intended to pierce London's flat chest. Without warning, London clamped down on my ass and pulled me upwards, lifting me up and setting me on the counter. I gasped, in both shock and delight, as she moved me ...