After The Wedding Pleasure - Sex Stories

After The Wedding Pleasure

... full, and his smile so captivating that she noticed more than a couple of women at the reception casting envious glances their way. The lingering aroma of a musky body scent, or after-shave, arouses her interest in him still further. There’s just a hint of it and can be breathed in as he again leans in to kiss her cheek, a hand drifting down to caress the warm skin of her slender thighs as the hem of her dress is eased up, just enough for him to do that.

“It’s not so far now,” she says, glancing his way and meeting Oscar’s soft grin. “Wait a while longer, can you?”

“No, I don’t think I can.”

He had loved the look of her all day, how her floaty, sleeveless, white dress with its large blue flowers flatters her figure and shows off her slender legs to perfection. Now, he places a hand on Ali’s knee and feels her warmth, the silken smoothness of her thighs. She moves back in her seat and parts her legs a little more.

“Oscar…no…Oscar, don’t!” she groans and shifts on her seat as his fingers trace a path slowly over her skin, moving up her thigh. His slow touches arouse shivers of longing but he stops in his caresses and simply leaves his hand resting on her warm skin.

Its presence has the desired effect. She feels the glow of warmth in her belly, the gnaw of longing for him grip her and there follows little jolts, as if an electric current is applied then taken away, only to return.

“Somehow I’ve got to concentrate,” she laughs softly, “or I’ll drive us off ...

... the road and end up on the verge.”

“I sure know what I’d do if you did that,” he teases back.

On a hungering look her way, that Ali meets, his hand resumes its slow caress. His featherlight touch brushes her panties before Oscar’s fingers tease along her slit, press into her, and she feels the rush of moisture as his caresses arouse her.

“Don’t!” she gasps, “I’ll lose control of the car!”

He’s not so easily dissuaded, not even by the slap to his arm that Ali now delivers as his caresses to her slit grow more insistent, press into her. She’s breathing hard now and the car has slowed down noticeably as she pushes her hips forward on the driver’s seat to meet his fingering of her.

“Jeez!” he calls out as the car swerves and his hand is quickly pulled away. “I’ll have to wait, it’s only half an hour or so before we get to our hotel. I’ll try to resist you.”

“Just touch my skin,” she smiles, even as she realises that his touches have brought her on so far that she can’t quell the cramping ache of longing for him and wonders if she too can no longer wait for half an hour before they get off with each other.

Ali goes further than what she’s asked of him. As Oscar caresses her thigh she rests one hand on his crotch and feels the hard swell in his trousers. She works him whenever the bends in the road allow her to do that. With her eyes still on the road she brushes Oscar’s hand as he unzips his trousers, and loosens his belt so that she can reach in.

“You are ...