Sixth time's the charm - Sex Stories

Sixth time's the charm

... said, “If you want me to, I’ll leave.” “You don’t have to.” “Do you want me to stay?” She blinked in surprise and said, “If you want to, you can.” “I do.” “Then please stay,” she said and smiled as I lifted her up and led her to the bed. We curled up next to each other under the covers and looked shyly at each other. “I hope that...you’re not...” I said. “Embarrassed? A little. You?” “A lot.” “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s what I wanted.” “Do you like talking like that a lot?” “Sometimes. When I’m...away from home, out of my usual circles, I get in that mood. I usually find a man who’ll go along.” “A man...any man?” She laughed, “Of course not. I find a nice respectful white man like you in the hotel bar and work my magic on him.” “A lot?” “You’re number six.” “Do the men go along with that?” “After a little time, yeah. When they know it’s what I want. It’s not easy for them though. I like that too. I make them act out the same feelings I’m having and the sex is really hot. And then they’re ashamed of themselves and leave immediately, which is usually fine with me.” “Well yeah, it’s not what you’re supposed to say.” “Which is why it makes it so damn hot,” she grinned. “In fact, you’re the first one who stayed.” She looked at me quizzically and I blushed. “You’re very beautiful,” I said, “and I like talking to you.” She smiled and we talked quietly about various things like two people on a first date. Although the color of her skin no longer put me in the mood to devour her, her ...

... face and figure remained intoxicating, and after half an hour I was hard again. She began kissing me and we made love slowly, then fast, and came against each other passionately. We held each other as we fell asleep. When I awoke, I was on my back fully hard and Gloria was crouched above me. “You’re awake!” she said and settled herself onto me. She rode me to three strong orgasms and fell onto the bed. I spread her thighs and stared into her as I spread her lips with my fingers; the sight of her pink flesh deep inside the purple lips called to me and I mounted her and soon filled her with a last small ejaculation. We showered together and I took her to breakfast, not the hotel restaurant but a quiet diner nearby. After we talked easily and happily of nothing too important, she said she would be leaving soon. I pulled out a card and wrote my information on it and slid it across the table to her. “If you’re in town again, please call me. I really enjoyed last night.” She took the card and looked at both sides, business and personal, and put it in her purse. “I might. I’m glad you didn’t ask for mine.” “It’s all up to you,” I said. “Thank you.” We soon finished and we kissed good bye. I walked her back to the hotel and then went home, and only for the first time felt a loss after leaving a woman from the hotel bar. To my great surprise, I received an email from her the following Tuesday. It was a simple note that she had gotten home safely and was at work remembering our night ...