Friendship and infidelity, Part 2 - Sex Stories

Friendship and infidelity, Part 2

... looked up at me and smiled. “You’re so beautiful,” I said. “Come for me,” she replied, “Let me watch you.” I pulled most of the way out of her and moved fast in small movements just inside her lips. The head of my cock was at the right depth to drive me crazy, and I saw her watching my face greedily as I gave myself over to her. When I came, my moans filled the clearing; I looked down at the beautiful woman who had given herself to me and thrust in as far as I could in a desire to possess her as fully as I could. My cum spurted into her with great force and I collapsed. We leaned against the table and against each other, sweat dripping down our faces. “You’re really mine now,” she said with a touch of surprise and relief. “I’m yours.” She laughed and sang, “Yes, you is my own man now.” Oh Lord,” I said, “that’s awful .” Se giggled and said, “I’m sure there’s time for one more before we go. Is there the will?” “Yes.” I reached under her skirt and caressed her lips for the first time. Her hair was thick, her lips engorged, and she gasped as I started pushing two fingers inside her, palm against her clit. I asked, “Why can’t I undress you?” “I just...don’t like being nude in public, for one thing. And it’s so sexy, for another. Like what I wanted to do with you at dinner so many times, mount you and fuck you while we talked like two normal adults above the waist. Now when you finally undress me, you’ll know what’s coming. You can pay more attention to the journey. My breasts ...

... won’t just be a stop on the way.” This made sense, or at least as much sense as anything could when she was stroking me back to full hardness. When she had succeeded, she bade me lie down on the table and mounted me. “Come for me, baby,” I said, “let me watch you now.” She rode me fast. I tilted my hips upwards and pushed back lightly as she pounded onto me, and I watched all the little details of the movements of her body above me, the swings of her breasts restrained by her bra, the tensing and movement of the muscles under her skin and of her skin under her dress, and the changes in the color of her skin as it flushed. She cried out in a long orgasm and collapsed on me as I stared at the face twisted so beautifully by our pleasure. I held her hips as I pushed into her and took one last sharp, tiring orgasm inside her as she lay exhausted on me. A few minutes later we were rested enough to move. I had brought a small bag and pulled from it a damp towel that I used to clean myself off, then handed it to her. After she wiped up we did what little dressing needed to be done and walked hand in hand in the gathering twilight to the parking lot. Halfway there she asked, “Do you love me? Really love me?” “Yes, I guess as well as anyone can so soon.” “Good. I was afraid, just a little afraid you would just use me.” “No, never.” She smiled happily and kissed my cheek. “I’ll find us a place we can make love indoors. We can’t do it at our apartment or yours. Nosy neighbors. Prying eyes. ...