Beth and Reid - Chapter Four - Sex Stories

Beth and Reid - Chapter Four

... pulled into the entrance to their resort. As they moved up the drive, cueing before the valet parking, Beth began to squirm. ‘Sir, can I close my legs, Sir?’ she asked, another car moving ahead before them. ‘No.’ Another car. ‘Sir?’ Beth pushed. She knew that within just a minute or two the valet would be able to peer into the car and see her hand on Reid’s cock and her cunt on full display. Reid moved his hand between her legs and began rubbing at her slick pulsing mound. Another car moved off ahead of them. ‘Sir?’ Beth’s voice increased in pitch, anxiousness creeping in and resisting the urge to slam her legs together, but as Reid’s fingers began to rub vigorously, she found herself nearing her denied orgasm. ‘Sir!’ she cried. The last car in front of them began to move away. Reid pulled his fingers from between her legs, quickly shoving two of them into Beth’s mouth for her to dutifully lick clean, before returning his hands to the wheel and moving forward to the waiting valet. ‘You may close your legs now, whore.’ Beth complied quickly, withdrawing her hand from Reid’s pulsing bulge and pulling her skirt back down to her knees just as the valet came to open Reid’s door. They stepped out of the car, Beth glancing down to see that the almost black upholstery of the car hid what she was sure would be a rather large wet patch. She glanced at Reid, who cool as a cucumber, was getting their bags out of the trunk. She was jealous of his composure as Beth was still breathing ...

... heavily and was sure her face must be flushed. They checked in to their suite and made their way to their room. All the while, Beth was extremely aware of only a thin layer of fabric protecting her decency from the myriad of hotel guests that shuffled around her. They swiped the card and entered the empty suite, the smell of freshly laundered hotel sheets permeating the room. It was beautifully appointed, modern furniture and decor with abstract oil paintings adorning the walls; the kind that seemed to have been painted with heavy palette knives and thick splashes of colour. The wide open floorplan held the kitchen, living area and bed all in the one space. Beth didn’t get long to admire the room however as Reid quickly dumped their suitcase in a corner and turned to Beth. ‘Take off your clothes and get on the bed,’ he commanded. Beth suppressed a triumphant smile and pulled her dress over her head in one swift motion, unhooked her bra and quickly lay on the king size bed, not bothering to turn down the sheets. Reid kept his clothes on but came over and lay on the bed next to Beth, his head propped up on his elbow, admiring her naked body sprawled before him. ‘Did you enjoy our car trip Beth?’ he smiled, some of the husband showing through. She nodded. His smiled dropped and she added, ‘Yes, Sir.’ His hand came up her legs, not even making it to her cunt before he encountered the dampness that had run between her lower thighs. ‘My God, you are so fucking wet,’ he breathed, ...