Hands On My Body - Sex Stories

Hands On My Body

... signed the tab to my room. "You not only prefer older men, but older married men?"

She gave me this guilty smile that answered the question before she did. "Well, yes. Gosh, that sounds bad, doesn't it? But, I can't help it -- I know it turns me on way more than it should. But...I really love it."

"And why is that, Gracie? Tell me."

She blushed, but still answered. "Well, I know it's wrong, but I love that they have to cheat to be with me and that they can't resist me." It was a bold statement, but I could attest to its veracity. "And, well, this is kind of embarrassing, but...I love doing things for them that their wives would never do." She smiled knowingly and took a sip of wine.

I was dumbstruck for a moment and unsure how to respond. But I had set this stage and all arrows were pointing toward a momentous climax to this day. I pressed on. I reached under the tablecloth and found bare left knee and knew the strategic slit in her dress would afford lots of smooth bare skin if I wanted to explore. I circled my fingers just inside her knee and squeezed. She looked at me with her big brown beautiful eyes and bit her lower lip expectantly.

"Tell me then, Gracie. What do you really love in the bedroom? What do you crave?"

"Gosh. Um...no one has ever asked me that question in such a way."

"Don't be embarrassed. Tell me."

She leaned in to whisper, even though no one was close by and the lights were dim. My hand on her thigh was hidden from view and only ...

... the two of us knew what we were talking about or where my hand was.

"Well, as you already know, I love older married men...so much." I squeezed just above her knee and felt her part her legs slowly under the table. I took this as a sign and slid my hand a little higher.

"And...I love things in public."

"Like my hand on your leg, Gracie?"

She nodded with a growing sultry expression crossing her gorgeous face. At the same time, I could see her own confidence emerging.

"And...well, I love cum," she whispered conspiratorially, like this was now a mutual secret. My hand slid up a few more inches, reaching mid-thigh. The way she looked at me only encouraged the northern migration of my searching fingers. And I could tell Gracie was getting into sharing. I encouraged her with my words and my touch.

"More, Gracie. Tell me more. Where do you love cum?"

The look of arousal on her face was clear now, but I knew I too had the same look of burgeoning desire. I awaited her response as my fingers gently slid along silky-smooth skin.

"Everywhere," she whispered.

"Good girl. And what else, Gracie."

We were both enjoying this now. She looked at me with wanton lust in her eyes. "I love fearless, aggressive men who know what they want...and take it. That...is such a turn-on for me," she said, in a soft venomous voice, our eyes locked in. "I love being taken. I love being used," she said in a soft sinful voice. Her words were going straight to my head -- and straight ...