Getting Sweaty With Daddy Part 2 - Sex Stories

Getting Sweaty With Daddy Part 2

... about her relationship with Dad. I found her nervousness very cute.

"He has been so welcoming. I got fortunate to meet him. Gabe has made the post-college transition so much easier," Sarah admitted.

Sarah had stars in her eyes as she spoke about my father. I could tell she cared about him. For a moment, I wondered whether I should continue my planned seduction. Sarah took my hand, quickly belaying those concerns.

Sarah moved closer and whispered, "I hope we can become close too."

I was taken aback by Sarah's boldness but welcomed her touch.

"Let's order some more drinks," I said, calling over the waitress.

As Sarah and I sat, sipping our drinks and flirting shamelessly with each other, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation growing inside of me.

"So, Emily," Sarah said, leaning closer to me. "Tell me more about yourself. What makes you tick?"

I grinned, feeling my arousal bubble up inside of me. My thong was practically soaked from how horny I was. We had been moving closer and closer to each other, and our flirtatious little touches were becoming more overt.

"Well, for starters, I love to run," I said, my eyes meeting hers. "It's one of the things that makes me feel the most alive."

Sarah smiled, nodding in understanding. "I know what you mean," she said. "Running is one of my passions too. There's something so exhilarating about pushing yourself to your limits and feeling your body respond."

I felt a surge of ...

... attraction for her, like we were on the same wavelength in so many ways.

"I couldn't agree more. I'll be honest running makes me incredibly horny. There is something about my heart pumping and my body covered in sweat that makes me yearn to be fucked," I continued as I looked Sarah right in the eyes.

Sarah raised an eyebrow, a flirtatious smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Oh really?" she said. "Do tell."

It was now or never. I took a deep breath before moving right next to Sarah, touching her inner thigh with my hand.

"Every time I go running, I have to rush home and make myself cum. My pussy gets so wet. It made training for the marathon with my Dad incredibly difficult because of all the nasty thoughts I had while running with him," I told Sarah.

"Nasty thoughts?" Sarah looked at me quizzically.

"Of my Dad." I said, leaning closer to her ear, "I heard all about the fun the two of you have, sis."

I ran my hand up Sarah's thigh and rubbed her pussy over her tight jeans.

"Since you have been having so much fun with Daddy, I thought you may want to spend some quality time with your sister," I lustfully whispered.

Sarah's eyes went wide, shocked by what I said. I could tell that her mind was racing, uncertain of what to say or what to do. Before giving her a chance to say anything, I slid my hand through her blonde locks and pulled her close for a kiss.

While she initially didn't reciprocate, her body soon melted into mine. Sarah's tongue began ...