I Took A Drive - Sex Stories

I Took A Drive

... contracted my pelvic muscles and held tight. “Um, I like it when you do that!” he remarks, surprised by my ability to change his rhythm. He grabbed my legs and spread them wider, making sure he deeply penetrated my cunt.

We continued this dance; my head receded between the pillows. He asked if I was okay, and I assured him I was okay; I didn’t want to stop. I wrapped my legs around him, my feet under his ass cheeks, and pushed him deeper. My hips rolled to meet his thrusts; I squeezed his cock with my cunt. I was entirely into this man. He had been edging me for so long, and I didn’t care; it felt so unique, so sensual, but in the back of my head, I knew I needed to be careful. I wanted to be able to have this cock again; I couldn’t get caught with it right away. He sensed my stress about the time. I had been there almost two hours and still had an hour's drive home. He kissed me and told me not to fret; he wouldn’t hold back.

He reached around under my legs and told me it was ok to put my legs on him as he picked up the pace and plunged deeper into my cunt. I grabbed my legs and pulled back as far as I could, willing him to go deeper. I saw a twinkle on his face and asked, “Are you sensitive, love? Are you feeling the plug that’s been in my ass this whole time, filling me, rubbing your cock against the back wall of my cunt?” He kissed me deeply in appreciation, drilled his cock deeply, and held still, not ready to pump that seed.

Like the gentleman he is, he ...

... asked what I preferred. I told him to proceed and felt his release as he slowly withdrew from my box and lay beside me. Our bodies were still entangled; I ran my fingers back and forth across his skin with a light touch, admiring the body and soul that had enthralled me that evening.

In another life, I would have closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, safe and secure. That’s not my reality. With a deep sigh, I looked at his face. He brushed a loose curl from my eye and asked me what I thought. I told him, “I should get going.” I raised my palms and leaned in to kiss him as I moved astride him on my way out of the bed. He stopped me, hands on my ass, drew me close, and nuzzled my neck. “This isn’t the last time.” I smiled broadly,

“No, definitely not, but babe, I need to pee!”

I could feel his whole body underneath me as he started laughing, which did not help my full bladder, and I wriggled free to beeline to the bathroom. As I finally had a moment to gather my thoughts, my mind started turning. “I have taken that step. I just had mind-blowing, sensual lovemaking with a man who is not my husband. I have no regrets. I’d do it again. I want it again. Fuck! I am in trouble.” I opened the door of the bathroom and looked at my lover, still basking in the afterglow, looking at me with all signs of satisfaction.

It took every ounce of willpower to put each piece of clothing back on and my jewelry, too. John, my lover, walked me back to the living room where I had left my ...