Ethan and Chanel 29 - Sex Stories

Ethan and Chanel 29

... looking down at her, holding her little body against me. Chanel's big blue eyes blink up at me, a smile beginning to form on her perfect, full lips. "You're very sweet." "Just being honest," I shrug. "I like when you're honest," she says, her sincere, flawless face beaming at me. I'm not sure if it's her words or the way she's looking at me, or just the overall topic of conversation, but I'm suddenly compelled to tell her something I've been pondering for a while now. "Really?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. Chanel nods, keeping her eyes locked on mine. I stare back for a moment, contemplating of I should even bring this up. She did just admit that she likes when I'm honest. That must mean, to some extent, that she isn't bothered by the thoughts I have, and part of me knows she could be up for it. If she's up for what I have in mind...let's just say I'll be able to die a happy man. "Then there's something I want to ask you," I say, and can see curiosity light her eyes. "But not here," I add, looking around at some people on the street. We need privacy for this conversation. I grab her hand and we walk until we flag a cab, then head back to the hotel. We get to our room and I remove my shoes as Chanel takes a seat on the couch. I walk around and sit next to her, her face expectant. Before I speak though, I take a long look at this stunning woman whom I've become closer to than I ever thought I would. I'm also more happy about that than I ever thought I could be. I look down and ...

... reach for her ankle, putting her foot in my lap. "I sort of...have this idea," I say, removing her black stiletto. She doesn't speak, waiting for more. "And I think you'd enjoy it a lot," I add on, unable to not smile, because I know she would more than enjoy it. I grab her other ankle, taking off her second heel. "Ok," she says, rubbing her naked feet into my lap. "But it would require a lot of trust," I warn her and lean into the couch, draping my arm on the back. "An amount of trust I like to believe you and I share." My eyes burn into hers, trying to convey how serious I am. "What are you getting at Ethan?" Chanel asks me, sounding suspicious, and I smile at her. "I want to make you cum," I say, and wait for her reaction, which is, of course, confused. "Um..Ethan..you already do that," she points out, smiling, and I laugh. "Oh I know, but I want to make you cum...differently." "Different how?" "Chanel...I'd really love to make you squirt," I spill the beans and brace myself. Her face lights up a tender red and I smile wider. "Squirt," she repeats the word through grinning lips. I nod my head. "I don't think I'm capable of doing that," she says uncertainly. "Have you ever tried?" I ask, interested. "Well no..." "Would you want to try with me?" I ask, still very interested. "I never have before...is that even possible?" she asks, her cheeks still flushed. "Technically every girl is physically capable. Whether or not she can get comfortable enough to actually ejaculate is a ...