Hands On My Body - Sex Stories

Hands On My Body

... to my cock as well.

I let my fingers and hand do the talking now. I was at mid-thigh and I reached down so the tips of my fingers were almost under her thigh and I squeezed without ever breaking eye contact. Her skin was so warm and her flesh so incredibly supple. She bit her lip and I could hear the subtlest whimper cross her gorgeous lips. She leaned in a bit closer and continued.

"And I love it really hard, Jack. I may not look it, but I love it rough...really rough. I think that's why I love older men so much -- especially married ones. They really know how to...thrust. They know what they want and they take it," she said in a seething whisper. I could tell she was on a roll now and I encouraged her with my hand -- which continued to knead her smooth inner thigh.

"And I shouldn't say this," she said, leaning in conspiratorially, "but...I love it in my bottom too."

I realized my erection was now going to be a problem if we got up from the table, but I also couldn't resist continuing with this line of questioning. Her saying the words "thrust" and "rough" and "bottom" seemed to be license for me to slide my hand just a little further up her now open thighs. I could see from her lowered lids that my hand, as well as this conversation, were having the desired effect on her.

"Anything else?" I whispered, as I kneaded flawless coed flesh. I could almost feel the heat of her pussy on the outer edge of my hand -- her center only inches away.

"Well, one thing I ...

... really love," she said, pausing for erotic emphasis, "is being fingered." She looked me directly in the eye as she said this. I took this as a clear sign to complete my journey and, to no surprise, I heard a soft whimper as my pinky slid up against a soaking wet pair of silky panties.

We had slowly established how this evening was going to end, but I quickly felt the need to do two things. I looked Gracie in the eye and took control of a spiraling situation. I rubbed my pinky against her smooth wet panties -- a thong, I had no doubt -- and kept doing it as I leaned in close to whisper to her.

"Listen, Gracie. I think you know how much I want this, but you have to promise me -- we will be discrete, we will be careful, we will keep this between us. And," I paused for emphasis, "tonight will just be the beginning of what I think is in store for us." I pressed my pinky against her wet panty-covered slit and felt her grind back against my finger, ever so subtly.

"Yes, Jack....yes. I promise. I need this -- I need you." I could tell she was sincere, but also impossibly turned on. I could feel her tight young groove just oozing juices.

"Now, I have an erection far too serious to just walk out of here with any decorum. So, I want you to go to the rest room, I will subside, and you will return with your wet thong in your hand. Do you understand?"

She groaned in response, grabbed her bag and left the table. Watching her walk away and knowing I was going to be balls deep ...