Hypnotryst - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Hypnotryst - Part 2

... wrong? What if I can’t get him hard? What if he can’t get it in? Stupid things that suddenly don’t seem so stupid. TW: So what happens next? SR: He finally asks. He leans down to put his lips next to my ear and then just loud enough for me to hear over the music, he says, “Let’s go upstairs.” TW: For sex? SR: I sure hope so. So we stop dancing and he lets go of me except for one hand; and without him to hold me up I suddenly realize how drunk I am. I sway on my heels and my vision does a lazy loop. Ryan sees what’s happening and he puts an arm around my waist to help me. I say something cute like “Oops-a-daisy” and smile at him; he just smiles back and kisses me again, then we walk together for the stairs while the Stones sing “Woo who” to our backs. By the time we get to the top, he’s almost completely holding me up; I probably would have tumbled back down if he let go. Now we’re kissing again. Not slow, lazy smooches like on the dance floor; these are hungry … fierce. Ryan lifts the hem of my little black dress and holds my bottom; I’m wearing these tiny little gauzy panties and I can feel his warm hands just like they’re on my skin. I’m so excited and his cock is pressing into me, so I slip a hand between our bodies and hold it through his trousers. Oh God, it’s wonderful. Thick and hard, and the knowledge that it was me who made it that way is making me dizzy with excitement. We back into a bedroom, still kissing franticly; Ryan has one hand down the back of my panties ...

... and the other on my breast, feeling me through the layers of my dress and bra. It’s frustrating and I want to feel him on my skin. I reach back and fumble with my zip, but he sees what I’m trying to do and helps, pulling down the zip. The straps slip off my shoulders and the bodice falls to my waist; I have to shimmy it over my hips and then it drops to the floor. Ryan’s hands are both down the back of my little panties again, each one perfectly cupping a cheek. He squeezes me gently and lifts me onto my toes, and now I can feel the hardness of his cock pressing into my pussy and it’s hard to get my breath. I want to rub against him, but I also want us naked; I want nothing to be between us, so I unhook my bra and start to pull up his shirt. Everything starts moving too fast. All of a sudden we’re both naked and I can feel Ryan’s cock, hot and hard, pressing against my bare stomach. I still haven’t seen it and I want time to get used to it, to hold it and imagine what it will be like going into me. But he backs me up to the bed, I fall backwards and … OW!!! TW: What happened? SR: My head hit something. I look behind me and it’s … a leg? There’s someone already on the bed. A woman. I don’t recognise her, though. (EDIT: At this point in Susan’s narrative, she slides down lower in her chair and lifts her skirt. When she opens her legs I can see a moist spot on her panties. She slips her fingers beneath the waistband and begins to masturbate; slowly at first, but with increasing ...