Scents And Sensitivity - Sex Stories

Scents And Sensitivity

... present. Can we all agree to that?"

"Yes," Martin and I chimed together.

"Good." Joan leaned back on the love seat; her long, delicious legs astride each other as she lounged. "Last thing. Our marital bed will remain that; ours. But I think there's plenty of room down here to play, don't you agree?"

In response, I lead Martin to the adjoining sofa. Pushing him down, I climbed on him, straddling his lap.

"Do you want this, Martin?" I purred in his ear. "Do you want me?"

"Oh God, yes."

Our lips met and my heart raced at how his passion matched mine. His hands found my hips even as they began their soft, sensual sway over his lap. He was already rising to the occasion. I could feel him, hard and firm, beneath me.

Martin again broke our kiss with an incredulous laugh and shake of his head.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," he chuckled. "It's just... I stopped taking the pill, you know, the Little Blue Pill, after Ellen died. No need for it. Certainly didn't take one tonight. And yet here I am, ready and raring to go like a randy teenager. Go figure."

He looked suddenly wistful. "Ellen. I can only wonder what she'd think of all this."

I took his face firmly in my hands, lifting til his eyes met mine. "She'd want you to be happy, Martin. Trust me, I know. I was her friend. We talked. All she ever wanted was your happiness."

"I... I know," Martin choked.

I wiped his single tear away. "I'm not here to replace Ellen. And I'm not in love with ...

... you. I'm in love with my wife. But I am your friend, Martin. And I just want to make you happy."

With that our lips met again, and our tongues renewed their delicate dance even as eager hands traversed soft, flushed skin.

My kimono slid open as he took hold of my breasts. His calloused fingers felt rough on my nipples, but that was okay; I liked it rough.

Kissing his way down, his lips found my cleavage, tongue lapping at the sweat that had formed there before moving to suck at my swollen nubs.

Renewing my efforts over his lap rewarded me once again with a rock solid bump on which to grind my now soaked panties. My scent was strong in the air, and by the way his nostrils twitched, I knew he could smell my arousal.

His hands moved to the waistband of my panties. Fingers dipped below the elastic, twirled their way through my neatly trimmed pubes, finally finding my own engorged bump; much smaller, but just as hard.

I melted like butter at his touch; so different than Joan's, yet just as confident, sensitive, and attentive. He knew what he was doing down there, and it showed.

When at last he removed his hand, his fingers were slick with the gooey tendrils of my appreciation. I helped guide them to his eager mouth. Together, we sucked the cream from his fingers, slurping loudly.

"Delicious. Incredible." Martin took me by the hips, lifting me up even as he moved to kiss his way down my belly. "I need to taste you."

Grabbing his head, I stopped him short. ...