One Kiss Too Many (Chapter Eight) - Sex Stories

One Kiss Too Many (Chapter Eight)

Donna’s cougar-like activity was such a recent experience, she wondered if she should jeopardize her relationship with Tom by going out this night with Steve. After all, being fucked by a guy fifteen years her junior was wonderful for her self-image. And experiencing wave after wave of unbridled orgasms, lasting for hours, was not something she wanted to miss out on. But she had caught Tom a couple of times with two waitresses in his tent. He had proven his point. He could drive an older woman into mindless bliss. Donna was no longer a challenge. She had been conquered. But neither was Steven a compromise. He was gorgeous. And going out with Steve might result in that long-term love relationship she had been seeking since she was a young girl. "There must be a man out there for me, a good one I can love, and trust," she mused. Maybe it was Steve. As she sorted through her clothes, trying to decide what to wear, her mind wandered back to a short fling with a guy named Randy. Donna met him at the Longhouse, Donna’s favourite dance hall, with live bands. He was with three male friends. What drew him to her was, well, what drew all eyes to her, it was her dancing. It wasn’t just that though, it was how she dressed. This particular evening, Donna had chosen a pair of soft grey suede, thigh-high platform boots, to match her white angora, skin-tight dress. It was accented by a three-inch-wide, brown leather belt, with a huge pewter buckle. She never wore a bra. She didn’t need one. ...

... Her tits pointed straight out, in perfect formation. And her large nipples were easy to read through that paper-thin dress. She painted her eye lids with rainbows, quite a stunning sight to see. What appealed the most to Randy about her outfit was the part it didn’t cover, her fleshly, milky white thighs above her boots. The hem of the dress covered only enough leg to hide where they met at the top. The creamy skin of her legs looked so delicious. And her thighs were muscular, those of a gymnast. She could crush walnuts with them. And all Randy could think about was kissing those soft, sexy inner thighs, working his way up to her deliciously scented love nest. He wondered if she was juicy at this very moment. Randy walked over to the bar, where Donna was enjoying a glass of crushed ice to cool her heated body. She was all steamy from her exotic dancing. "Wow! That was great dancing." "Thank you," she replied. "Do you always dance alone?" he asked. "No one can keep up with me. Guys suck at dancing." "Ya. You’re right. We’d rather watch, especially someone as talented as you. Did you take lessons?" "I did," Donna replied. "Ballet and jazz. But I prefer free-style. Just go with the music. You gotta’ feel it." "Well, I’m Randy, by the way. Would you care to join us at my table? My three friends over there are dying to meet you. They thought you were hot," Randy said. Donna accepted. She was a little prick teaser, and she loved to flash her luscious legs at the boys. So at their ...