Meeting James - Chapter Two - Sex Stories

Meeting James - Chapter Two

... water continued to flow over us and caused a slapping sound when his body made contact with mine on each hard thrust. He was aggressively pounding me now, which felt incredible. My knees were going weak from his hard thrusts and I found it difficult to remain in that standing position against the wall with my hands above my head. The slapping sounds grew louder and I could hear his breathing start to change and become shallower. I knew he was close to coming as I felt myself start to climb again and those shock waves started to go through my body. His hands were on my hips and he used my body to give him leverage to thrust into me even harder and deeper. I felt my body start to shake in orgasm as his hard thrusting slowed and he grunted loudly as he came inside of me. As he reached orgasm, he fell forward into my back, which in turn, pressed me forward into the shower wall. For several minutes we remained motionless as the water continued to wash over us, his body pressed into mine as our orgasms subsided. I felt his cock shrink and slip out of me as our breathing returned to normal. He kissed my neck as he whispered into my ear, “I think I need another shower.” I felt like a million dollars as we walked through the casino side by side, with James’ arm around me. I loved wearing black as it was a great contrast to my blonde hair and the short dress really showed off my long, tanned legs. I was in such a great mood from the amazing sex, that I barely noticed the nasty looks ...

... that we got from some of the people in the casino. Before I knew it, we were on the freeway heading west to Summerlin. Being from Southern California, I always thought that Summerlin is to Las Vegas what Beverly Hills is to Los Angeles. It’s a small, affluent community with nice homes and restaurants and apparently one of those restaurants was owned by James. If he wasn’t making money in Summerlin, there was definitely a problem that he needed to fix. I had pinned my hair up because I didn’t want the wind tussling it and I knew James would have the top down again in the Mustang. It was a beautiful spring Saturday night and I loved the romantic vibe I felt being with him. James had his hand on my thigh as we drove which sent chills down my spine. I loved how he liked to have his hands on me. It was nothing overt or necessarily sexual, just a constant reminder from him that “I’m here.” Maybe it was something more, but I couldn’t put my finger on it, I just knew I liked it. I was really hungry and I thought about teasing James that the food at his restaurant had better be good. However, I reconsidered my jest. If his restaurant wasn’t making money, teasing him about the quality of the food might not be wise. Outwardly, he was in a good mood, smiling and talking to me like everything was fine. Inwardly, I knew him well enough to feel the underlying tension. This wasn’t a fun night out for him. This restaurant was costing him money and I could tell he was serious about getting to ...