Sixth time's the charm - Sex Stories

Sixth time's the charm

... together. I relied immediately and we exchanged three more emails each before work ended. The next morning I found two more emails from her, warm and friendly and without a trace of hesitancy or keeping me at a distance. I replied the same way, and at lunch my phone rang. She had called during her lunch hour hoping to catch me, and we chatted for half an hour about music and books. She asked, “Can I call you tonight?” “Of course. I’ll probably be home about eight. In fact, I know I’ll be home by 7:30. That’s as sure as death and taxes.” She laughed happily and said, “Talk to you then. Watch your email.” An hour later I checked my email and found she had sent me a couple of pictures of herself in a stunning dark blue dress. “So you don’t forget me,” she had written, and I emailed back the only halfway presentable picture of myself. She simply wrote back, “Thank you, I love how well it shows your green eyes.” She called right on the dot and we talked more personally; after half an hour we ended up having phone sex. After we finished she asked a bit nervously, “Are you free this weekend?” “Yes.” “I only live an hour away, you know.” “Please come.” I could hear the smile in her voice as she asked for directions, and before she hung up she said, “Don’t go solo any more this week. Save it all up for me.” “It’ll be hard.” “Just the way I like it,” she said, and we laughed and hung up. We met at a pub near my apartment for brunch; she had made excellent time and was waiting for ...

... me when I arrived five minutes before our appointed time. She seemed relieved, as if a little afraid I would stand her up, and we ate quickly and drove to my apartment. I led her into the living room and she pushed me up against the door and kissed me hard. She was wearing a sweater that she pulled off; under it was a light summer dress of baby blue that shone against her skin. As she kissed my neck and ran her hand over my crotch, I pulled the two tiny strips off her shoulders and pushed the dress down to her hips to free her breasts. She knelt before me to undo my slacks. When they fell down I stepped out of them as she pulled me to my couch. I sat down and she knelt in front of me. “I know what you like,” she said, “I remembered everything you’ve said,” and wrapped her breasts around my cock. As I stared in awe and fascination at the pink tip of my cock pointing out of the top of her deep cleavage, I felt the fever come back. She reached over to her purse and pulled out a tube of lube that she quickly used between her breasts. She said, “Fuck my black tits with your white cock.” I continued staring as I thrust into the warm crevice between her soft breasts and managed to last two minutes before spraying all over her breasts and chest, up to her neck, into her hair, and onto her chin. She stared at me with wide eyes as my spurts continued without a decrease in vigor for what felt like an hour but probably amounted to twenty seconds. She looked down at the many streaks and ...