Biding Her Time - Sex Stories

Biding Her Time

... smiled, obviously pleased. "Will your husband wonder where you are?"

"I left a note telling him not to expect me back till late. I don't owe him any other explanation."

Once Dorian and I were inside his apartment, I looked around in surprise at how few belongings he had. The place was almost austere. "This is really nice," I said politely. On the one hand, I didn't know how he lived from day to day. On the other hand, I admired the spaciousness and complete absence of clutter.

Dorian smiled at my expression, and I had the feeling he'd witnessed a reaction like mine plenty of times before. "I've found I enjoy a minimalistic lifestyle," he explained. "Except when it comes to booze. I have plenty of that. Would you like a drink, Bronwyn?"

"I'm good, thanks." I stepped out of my heels, and he took off his shoes as well. Our movements were deceptively casual; someone observing us never would have thought we were about to start an affair. But I knew that was exactly what we were doing.

Once Dorian and I were in his bedroom, I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I kissed him hard, eager to feel the caress of his tongue against mine. With nimble fingers, I unbuttoned his shirt. Imagine my astonishment when he pulled off his undershirt, revealing numerous tattoos on his upper body. Each was intricate, a work of art etched into his skin.

"I was a bit wild in my younger years," Dorian told me while I grazed my fingertips over a tattoo on his chest.

"You continue ...

... to surprise me. And these are beautiful." Looking up at him, I smiled. "I always wanted to get one, but I never had the nerve."

"You can now," he pointed out. "Because you're doing Whatever. The. Fuck. You. Want." He and I both cracked up laughing at his words. My smile faded, however, when I noticed my wedding ring glinting in the lamplight.

Holding up my hand, I said, "Do you want me to take my ring off? I've, uh, never done anything like this before, so I don't know the protocol."

Dorian studied my ring for a moment, then flashed a sly grin. "Leave it on."

I nodded, swallowing hard. When Dorian began unbuttoning his pants, I moved to take off my dress. He divided his attention between stripping and watching me reveal more skin. His stare grew hotter once I stood before him in my black bra and panties. I could almost feel it moving over my body. "My God, you are stunning," he whispered. Again, he made me blush, but I basked in his praise.

As soon as Dorian lowered his pants and underwear, and his cock sprang forth, my eyes widened. Size had never been important to me, and I was usually satisfied, at least physically, when Rick and I made love. But Dorian was at least two inches bigger. Maybe closer to three. "Wow," I said before I could stop myself.

Dorian laughed low and soft; he was clearly used to this reaction as well. Reaching for my hand, he guided it to his dick. "I'm glad you like it."

As soon as I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, I ...