Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Two - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Two

... mouth. I slid my hand along his thigh and inward to his loins. His cock was still fully erect, and I slowly started stroking it. Up and down, my hand moved to show my spying husband just how big my lover's cock was. Jerry moved one hand to my chest and began caressing my breast through the fabric of my blouse and the cotton bra beneath.

We continued our sensual foreplay for a full five minutes. Paul had seen enough; his car started, and for a moment before he pulled out, my lover and I were exposed to the harsh light from his headlights.

Paul sped off, and I slid my hand from his cock, "Where," I asked.

Jerry instantly replied, "My place is ten minutes from here."

I just smiled, and after he'd opened the door, slipped into the passenger seat. As Jerry got behind the wheel, I turned toward him to study his face in the dim dashboard lights.

As he drove home, I wanted to touch his cock again but resisted the urge, not wanting to break his concentration on the task at hand. While we were stopped for a red light, Jerry looked toward me. I smiled, knowing his glance reminded him of the passion I'd exhibited at O'Neil's.

Fortunately, I only had to keep my hands to myself for a few more minutes. We arrived at Jerry's place and stopped in front of a small one-car garage. "My condo is on the second floor." He said as he pulled his keys from the ignition.

He opened the foyer door and held it as I walked inside. Straight ahead, there was a door to number 18-1. An ...

... open stairway of metal and concrete led to the second floor. "I'm up there," Jerry said as he pointed up the stairs.

He followed me as we climbed the stairs; I hoped that he was studying my ass as I stepped as seductively as possible. When we reached the landing at the top, Jerry said, "Great ass." I smiled and thought, mission accomplished.

I walked toward the door marked 18-2; Jerry followed and touched what he had just complimented me about; his flat hand was pressing into my ass cheek.

He opened the door, and I entered his living room, a spartanly furnished apartment with a sofa, matching chair, and end table with one lamp and a small coffee table in front. There was a large-screen television positioned in front of the couch. His living room lacked a woman's touch, but I wasn't there to critique his decorating talents. I was there to fulfill a craving I've had for years.

As I surveyed his home, I heard the door close and the dead bold turn. We were alone; finally, no invasive eyes watching as we touched and talked at O'Neil's, no spying husband wanting to catch a glimpse of his wife with another man. Finally, my new lover and I were alone; my brain released a flood of endorphins, and my loins became wet, preparing for the inevitable.

I turned toward him and searched deeply into his blue eyes. Jerry stood with his back to the door as I approached from a few feet away.

"I want to taste you; I want to feel you inside my mouth," I said as I placed my hands on ...