Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione - Sex Stories

Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione

... before she thanked me and told me she felt she had gone as far with me as she could for the moment. "For the moment." I always remembered that, so that when she called me and told me she was suffering an anxiety attack, those words came back to me. I knew she wanted me in her own flat, in her own bedroom, so she could go further with me. I went to her place like a lamb to the slaughter.'

'She locked the door. What happened next?' asked Fatima, her finger tracing gentle circles on Hermione's clitoris.

'She told me she wanted me to get into bed beside her. I started to draw the duvet back when she laughed and asked me if I normally got into bed fully dressed. I said I hadn't brought a nightie and she said she didn't wear one either. To prove it, she loosened the cord on her little robe and let it fall open. As I had known all along, she was wearing nothing beneath it. She slipped it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She asked me if I liked what I saw. I told her she looked after herself well and she laughed. She told me to take off my clothes. I told her I would keep my underwear on. She laughed again and said I could suit myself. She stood watching me as I took off my blouse and my skirt. She told me I looked as good as she had imagined. I didn't say anything but took refuge under the covers. The sheets were fresh and smelt of conditioner. '

'She got in beside me and turned out the lights. I turned my back on her and she laughed again. She lifted my ...

... hair and kissed the back of my neck. I tried so hard not to respond but I let out a gasp. She found my bra hooks and undid them before I had a chance to turn or say anything. I placed my hands over my boobs but she just lifted them up and removed the bra. I waited for her to try to pull down my panties and I didn't have to wait long. I pressed my thighs tightly together but this didn't prove much of an obstacle for her. Down they went and now I was completely naked. And very turned on.'

"Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you?" she said.

'I had already surrendered but I decided to put up a fight. Maybe I thought it would turn her on more. I knew it was turning me on. I told her I was okay with sleeping with her to keep her company but that sex was out of the question. Even as I used the word "sex", I felt a tremendous ache in my loins. I could feel how wet I was getting. I was convinced she must be able to smell my arousal.'

'Of course, she laughed again - for the last time. She eased her fingers between my legs and entered me. I remember feeling embarrassed at how wet I was. I also remember giving up the fight. I turned to face her, there in the dark, only able to make out her vague shape, and we kissed. She was a very good kisser, receiving as well as giving. I remember thinking she needed sex (or was it intimacy?) to make her whole, to heal her. Then I realised that it wasn't so very different for me. Then I stopped thinking and we made love - passionately, ...