Never In A Million Years (Revised) - ALL TRUE - Sex Stories

Never In A Million Years (Revised) - ALL TRUE

... because I read a lot. But I love that he used words like "egregious" and "bucolic." I thought it was very sexy.

"We had a most pleasant conversation. We talked about traveling. I talked about my school and work, and he told me about his work. The tension between us was palpable. I loved it. I caught him looking at my breasts twice, and it made my heart beat a little faster. But he did not look at them in a crass way but rather in an admiring way. I wondered what he was thinking when he looked. Was he wondering how soft but firm they would feel under his touch? Was he wanting to kiss them softly? Was he wondering what my nipples looked like?

"The ambiance of the restaurant was perfect. I have only been able to drink legally for a little over a year, so I still feel the novelty of meeting someone for a glass of wine. It was pleasantly dim inside and the music was perfect. Norah Jones and Frank Sinatra were playing as well as other such artists. I just love the tension between man and woman. I knew that both of us were full of desire but I love the tension before the desire is played out. I knew that he was pursuing me, and I loved it. I loved how romantic he was. He had a fantastic smile too; it was very contagious. Oh and his hands. His hands were incredibly sexy. I don't know why, but I could not stop looking at them. They were so sexy. They looked so strong. I kept trying to keep myself from imagining them massaging my breasts and kneading my thighs. Them sliding up ...

... my inner thighs and spreading my legs apart. Imagining his finger sliding into the dark wetness of my flower...His hands were intoxicating. It didn't help when he got up to use the restroom and as he walked behind me he put his right hand on my upper right arm. My heart fluttered, and I reveled in the sweet feeling of desire and arousal that was blossoming inside me. I knew he was trying me to see what would happen, and I soaked up every second of it. I kept thinking about that simple touch. When he came back, he pulled his chair closer to mine, and I felt the effect of that between my legs. Our faces got quite close at times. I can't say that I didn't imagine his lips on the lips of my flower and his mouth enclosing my nipples inside it.

"He said, "How does it feel to have someone sitting so close to you who wants to make love to you?" I said something to the effect that it happens not infrequently. He said he was not surprised. He stopped a little a one point and said something quietly. I asked him to repeat himself, and he said, "You're just so pretty." I felt a little bashful at such open admiration, but I also felt so attractive under his gaze. Another time, after I caught him casting a furtive glance at my breasts, he said it again. "You're just so pretty." I loved that whole dinner. It felt so sensual and romantic. He kept looking at me with such depth in his eyes. He would gaze at me for quite a long time, and I would feel a little shy.

"But my thoughts were not ...