Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 2 - Sex Stories

Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 2

... better. She looked taller and her body had matured more than I thought possible. Her breasts looked to be bigger, but just as firm. She was still by far the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I stepped over the bench and took her into my arms. Looking into her eyes I whispered, “I always keep my promises.” “I never doubted, now shut up and kiss me. I’ve waited much too long for this.” Leaning down my lips found hers. There was an urgency in our kiss, betraying our need for each other. The kiss went on and on despite the hoots and howls from the crowd. Breaking the kiss Cinda whispered, “I love you.” “I never doubted you, either. I love you and I always will.” Once again my lips found hers and we kissed. This time there was only cheering, mostly from Monroe. We walked to my rental and I sat her inside. “I told you I had the solution. I’m leaving home. I have plenty from my inheritance so money won’t be a problem. I decided something else, too. I never want to be apart from you—not even for a single night.” Even as our eyes were glued to each other I took a small box from duffel bag on the floor behind her seat. Kneeling, I took Cinda’s hands in mine. Tears flowed from her eyes as she realized for the first time what was afoot. “Cinda Marie Oates, will you marry me?” I removed the ring from its box and placed it carefully on her shaking finger. She looked at it for a second then her eyes found mine again. “Dear God…yes!” She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me again—a ...

... kiss of love and devotion and commitment. She screamed with her joy once we broke the kiss. “Monroe…Monroe—come here and look at my ring. I’m engaged!” She ran onto the court stopping play. Monroe walked over to me and hugged me. He was a sweaty mess; I didn’t mind at all. Cinda left the court and the game resumed as she made her way back to me. “Let’s find someplace where we can be alone. In fact, I think I know just the place.” I drove to her lane, but turned off into an unpaved road that looked as though it hadn’t been used in years. I’d been past it many times without even realizing it was a road. The grass was at least three feet high making visibility a concern so I went very slowly. About a mile or so down it opened up into a meadow alongside a small stream. A big gator basked in the sun along the bank, but the sound of my engine scared it into the water. We were alone—at last. We walked around to the front of the car where I had realized that I could recline Cinda on the warm hood. I swear I had never undressed so quickly. We rubbed ourselves together, but not for long. I found the packet of condoms from my pocket and was into Cinda’s velvet vise a second later. “Remind me to get birth control for you.” “I will,” she exclaimed breathlessly as I raised her legs and drove into her with reckless abandon. I fucked her hard—not hard enough to hurt her. I’d never do that. We used our sex as a way to dispel all the frustration we’d experienced over the past weeks—the period ...