The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 2

... an extended tongue and lusciously extracted all of the white fluid from the stick, carelessly allowing a little to drip onto her chin, which she transferred in no less a manner, with her finger, back into her mouth.

It goes without saying that Gary had never experienced seduction of this quality before, and the notion that it was such, flew directly over his head. All he knew was that his hard on was burning and Mrs. Barton’s valley like cleavage was now his to admire.

Samantha now put two bread sticks into the dill pickle and they emerged with a precarious amount on them. Most didn’t make it to her mouth, and landed with an audible splat on her neckline and upper chest, with some running inside her blouse. ‘Oh, silly me,' she chortled. ‘I’m not usually such a messy eater.' She loosened another two buttons and probed into her cleavage and under her gossamer thin bra, seductively licking her fingers with each globule that she found.

Gary thought it appropriate to be playful too and helped himself to a copious quantity of pickle that dripped with the same result. Large dollops of the cream landed on his heavily exposed chest. Samantha visibly smouldered at the sight, breathing in and pushing out her chest. ‘Is that for me?' she asked.

‘Aye, lass. I can’t reach it.' he replied.

Samantha moved into a position on the kitchen counter where her breasts pushed lightly on Gary’s stomach muscles and reached to undo the buttons on his shirt. ‘We won’t be needing this,' ...

... she declared, and after unfastening the last, slipped the garment from his shoulders. It fell away on the floor. ‘The same goes for this.' She nodded down at her own partially removed blouse and Gary’s thick calloused fingers undid the remaining buttons and dropped that item to join his, on the floor.

Samantha Barton may have been in her mid-thirties but she retained a taut firmness to her body to accompany her womanly goodness. Gary feasted his eyes on her chest as she drunkenly displayed her covered boobs to him, one at a time. ‘Ya, can ‘ave a feel if ya like.' She informed him in the local accent, which made him smile. Her bra was unlike any he had seen before. It was smooth, shimmering to the touch and Samantha’s skin twitched as he gently stroked through it. ‘it’s silk’ she gasped. ‘you wouldn’t believe how much it cost.'

‘It feels lovely on me fingers.’ Gary admitted, whose touch migrated to her now proud nipples.

Samantha closed her eyes as Gary lightly touched these sensitive areas. ‘It heightens everything, silk, I love being touched.' She began moving her hands through his chest hair. He responded with a low growl that shuddered into his new lovers breasts as he began touching their undersides.

This slow attention was new to Gary. In all of his sexual encounters whether it be barmaids, shop girls, usherettes, Cypriot prostitutes and on one memorable occasion a Chinese airline stewardess, he had dominated and taken control and had done this, even with his ...