Best Friends Exchange Club - Sex Stories

Best Friends Exchange Club

... her thighs. Her expert fingers started on my neck, a little into my collar onto my shoulders. She reached around and unbuttoned a couple of buttons. No groping, almost professional. When she hit my shoulders I knew I was gone. My whole body started to tingle from my scalp all the way to my feet. I unbuttoned the rest of the blouse and slipped it off. I grinned over my shoulder at her. "I'll give you exactly thirty minutes to stop doing that!" I said in my sternest voice. "Um-hmm," she murmured, and skillfully unsnapped my bra and slipped it off my shoulders. She alternated deep massage with light tickly scratches as I began to feel my breath catching a bit. Leaning in, she kissed and softly licked the right side of my neck as her hands slipped under my arms and cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples gently as she softly bit my earlobe. I groaned again. "You like this?" she whispered. I nodded. "This?" she asked again as she pinched my nipples even harder. A soft indistinct sound emanated from my throat in response. "Shhh," she said softly. "No sounds. Come lie across my lap." As I rose to do so, she slipped off her blouse, undid her skirt zipper. "Take off my skirt first," she whispered softly. As she lifted her bottom off the love seat, I reached down to slip off the soft grey woolen skirt, and saw her little rose tattoo for the first time near the red silk panties. Raising my skirt to my waist, she guided me across her lap, laying me on the seat to her left with my legs ...

... over the arm, unsupported, to her right. Her fingers began tracing little elaborate drawings all up and down my back, over my lacy panties, across my neck, down my thighs. I moaned again. Suddenly she gave me the very slightest of slaps across my panties. "Is that okay?" I nodded. "Okay," she whispered. "No sounds, remember?" I nodded again. She returned to my tickly massage, neck, armpits, breasts, back, bottom, thighs. Stroking downward each time. Her hand teasing apart my thighs a little further with each pass. Her hand getting closer to my now damp panties each time. Again I moaned involuntarily, and again she barely spanked me, just enough to sting. Little scratches with her nails brought the sting out a little more. My hips started to vibrate with each pass over my ass. She slipped the panties down, stopping at the top of my thighs. I tried to lift up to let her take them off, but she gave me another stinging slap. "I'll tell you when your panties come off," she crooned softly. She pinched my nipple again. I managed to suppress the moan. "Good girl" she whispered, as she kneaded the breast and tugged again at the nipple. Her massaging and tickling and scratching continued this way for what seemed hours, punctuated by mildly stinging spanks once in a while. Finally she slipped my panties down past my knees and I somehow stepped out of them. Now she started painting me with my juices. Reaching inside me she took some on her fingertips and liberally lubricated my lips, my ...