A first weekend with Sara - Sex Stories

A first weekend with Sara

... shifting around a bit trying to find a position that provided the least stimulation. I smiled at her as I brought our drinks over to the table. She smiled back.

I handed her drink to her and sat down. She immediately took hold of my free hand.

"Thank you," she said.

"What for?"

"I've been feeling hornier than I've ever felt all week. I am so desperate to cum right now I'm scared of how intense it will feel. Every time I've played with myself in the last three days all I can imagine is the image of you standing there tied to that bed all swollen and hard, and the feeling of your cock driving into me when Karen was spanking you. And now you're sitting here with me having a drink as if it were the most normal thing in the world. I can't even describe the mix of emotions I'm feeling right now, but they're all good." She smiled again, a big beaming smile.

"I'm glad you're happy," I said. "You've done very well this week and Karen says you've been learning lots as well. Nothing wrong with an inquisitive mind." I took a sip of my drink.

"Oh my god. Karen has been fantastic. She's explained so much. I can't believe half the stuff you two have got up to. I'm so jealous. I want to try it all and more. She's opened my eyes to so many ideas. I always wondered if I might be a little weird but I feel so normal now. I'm sorry. I'm talking too much aren't I?"

"No, not at all. How else will you learn if you can't discuss these things? I remember my early days only too ...

... well. I felt the same way. I thought I was some kind of pervert until I met like-minded people and talked openly about my thoughts and desires. God, I even ended up running the local munch for a few years, welcoming other newbies into the fold." I smiled as I recalled the memories.

"Really? I've read about munches but never had the nerve to go to one. I know it's different, but I went to a swingers club once but I only lasted half an hour. There were naked bodies everywhere but nothing that did anything for me. It was all so vanilla."

"I don't look at what I do as swinging," I replied. "I supposed I enjoy the same physical freedom as a swinger the psychological side of things goes far far deeper. The freedoms I've been able to enjoy are beyond anything you'll find in one of those places."

"Can you tell me about how you got started in all of this? Karen's told me a little about her experiences, but I'd love to hear your story. It'll give me a chance to shut up for a while." Sara squeezed my hand and smiled as she said this.

Now it was my turn to ramble on. I talked about feelings I’d had in my teens, through to starting to explore in my early twenties. I explained the impact some of these things had had on my relationships, some of which had strengthened and some faded. I touched upon specific scenarios but avoided going into too great detail about these – I wanted to be sure Sara could use her imagination rather than rely on becoming a copycat. I said that it was ...