Memory - Sex Stories

Memory

... "Would you like me to cook dinner for you? Sunday night, after I drop the kids at summer camp."

He was silent for a few seconds, then, "That would be nice." He added, "I'll bring some wine."

We opened the wine he brought, a merlot, and had appetizers in the living room - something easy I picked up from the frozen food aisle. I tried to hide my shaking hands as I sipped wine. Eliot seemed nervous, too. I put a swordfish steak in the oven and started some pre-made mashed potatoes in the microwave. The bottle was empty before the fish was done. I cooked some green beans a few minutes in the microwave and took out a chardonnay.

We ate quietly and were both a bit tipsy when it came time to put the dishes in the dishwasher. He rinsed and I loaded, our bodies in contact side by side for the first time. I felt myself getting wet from just that contact. I turned and faced him. He wrapped his arms around me, and our mouths came together.

"This is new to me," he paused to say, "You know, another woman."

"Me too," I replied, "Another man that is." I struggled for more words, "It's OK, isn't it? We're not hurting them, are we?"

Our kiss resumed. Eliot's hands gently massaged my breasts over my blouse. I pulled him tight against me. He was ready. This was going to happen. I shuddered a bit and grabbed at his trousers. He pushed my skirt between my legs.

We rubbed ourselves that way until Eliot decided to pull my panties down. I stepped out of my shoes and wiggled the ...

... panties off my feet. His fingers found their way over my pussy lips, where the rubbing felt so good. I opened his pants, slid them down, and started stroking his cock. A nice size but not as big as Plastic Vibrating Penis. A finger pushed between my lips. Our hips rocked forward and back as we stood there getting hotter and hotter.

It was time to see the prize up close, so I knelt in front of him. He murmured when I kissed the tip, sighed when I licked the shaft and sucked on his balls, and groaned loudly when I took him in my mouth.

"Emily never does that. Did that, that is," he blurted sending a shock down my spine at the mention of her name.

But I continued, "Do you want to cum?"

"Oh God, really?"

He didn't last long. I displayed a little on my lips and swallowed everything.

Eliot pulled me up and removed my blouse. My bra didn't have clips. I raised my arms, "Just pull it over my head." My 34 C's flopped out - used to be 32A's ‘til I turned thirty-five - and he bent down and kissed and sucked on my nipples. I unzipped the skirt and let it fall.

"Beautiful. You are so beautiful," he remarked. I backed up to the dining room table, put my hands on the edge, and hoisted my naked body up.

"Lick me," I begged.

He seemed to hesitate, looking at my furry sex displayed between my wide-open legs. "I've never done this," he noted as his head approached my pussy.

"Just lick it everywhere, especially here," I showed him, "And push a couple fingers in." He ...