A first weekend with Sara - Sex Stories

A first weekend with Sara

... teach or guide you, maybe teach AND guide you. I hope that doesn’t sound big-headed of me? I really mean I’m happy to be there, holding your hand while you explore.”

Sara’s frown became a big, beaming smile. She swung her legs around, placed them across mine, and hugged me again. I nearly lost my coffee.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you,” she said. Sensing she wasn’t going to let go any time soon I carefully balanced my half-full mug on the arm of the sofa.

“Is there something you had in mind to start with?” I asked her.

“Karen told me that you’re very good with ropes and I’d love to know how to tie someone up properly. Can you show me what to do?” Something about Sara’s face when she asked like that was very appealing.

“I can show you a couple of basic ties that are good for restraining someone or tying them to a piece of furniture. You wouldn’t need to resort to cuffs anymore. You could practise them whilst I work. If you feel confident enough, I’d be happy for you to try them on me later on, once I’ve finished working.”

“That sounds perfect,” she said.

“Right, I need to shower and have something to eat. I’ll make us some bacon sandwiches. You’ll find some storage boxes under my bed with ropes and toys inside. You’ll need to get some ropes.”

I extracted myself from Sara’s hug and stood up. Sara followed as I headed off back down the corridor.

“Can I shower with you? Then I’ll find the ropes while you make breakfast.”

Who was I to turn down ...

... this lovely young lady? The idea of showering together is always nice although the reality is that it’s just two people taking turns getting cold. It’s the levels of distraction that make it bearable.

I made sure the water was just the right temperature before stepping into the shower. Sara stood slightly closer to me than was necessary and started to lather me up as I washed my hair. She scrubbed my back, which I really like, and then worked on my front. She lingered on my cock getting me very hard in the process. I returned the favour and, doing my best to ignore my cock which was aching again, I washed her back and then her front paying extra attention to her breasts. When I got to her pussy it was easy to distinguish her juices from the water. I rubbed much harder than was necessary and her breathing became quite laboured. I stopped before she neared her orgasm. If I had to put up with unquenched arousal, then so did she.

Once clean Sara got out of the shower first and wrapped a towel around herself. I took a little while drying myself before putting my robe back on. I headed back to the kitchen while she rummaged around under my bed.

It didn’t take me long to drum up a couple of sandwiches and another round of coffee. I brought them on a tray into the living room where Sara was kneeling on the floor sorting through a pile of ropes. She rose as I came in and made herself comfortable on the sofa. I placed the tray on the coffee table, sat next to her and indicated ...