Breathe - Sex Stories

Breathe

... his knees, his muscles spent, as he settled his breath and heart. As he stroked his cock, he heaved and shot another load up her back. His fingers and palm were coated with his viscous cum. Jenna felt his thick jism streak and drip across her flesh. It felt cool and not uncomfortable. Finally, her body drifted down to the side as she settled herself onto the floor, leaning against the mirrors, her hands still tied to the barre. Weary and spent, she gazed back toward Tyrone. He smiled and moved towards her. He raised his fingers to her face and ran them across her soft lips, smearing his cum across them. He circled his fingertips, gently prying open her mouth before slipping his fingers in. Jenna felt and tasted him in her mouth once more. His cum was bitter and pungent. As he brushed his fingers on her tongue and the inside of her cheek, she gasped and swallowed several times, his rich jism coursing down her throat. Another first for her. She skimmed her lips with her tongue, swiping away the musty film. After a moment, Tyrone undid her bindings then sat back, legs crossed. Rubbing her wrists, Jenna watched him, as he closed his eyes and breathed. He looked balanced, satisfied, and satiated -- a handsome figure of discipline in nude, dark flesh. She felt an unexpected pulse of odd ...

... satisfaction seeing him like this. Ignoring the aches she felt, Jenna set herself upon crossed legs, relaxed into a Lotus pose and closed her eyes. Her body glowed with a new found warmth as she recharged and found her center. *** “Two steps forward into the elevator. It doesn’t feel like anyone else is on it. Good. Press the button.” Jenna kept her eyes closed, grinning to herself, as the elevator went up then came to a stop. “Step off the elevator, turn right and walk ten steps. Open the door. Walk around some reception chairs and a potted plant then straight down the hallway. Make another right… ” Inside the corner office, Tyrone stood by the window staring at the darkened streets below, waiting. He had stayed late again, but not to work. He had a personal session to attend to. When he heard his door open he turned and grinned. As he undid his tie and unbuttoned his cuffs, he drew deep breaths, finding that disciplined center within. The 'Bull' learned well from his teacher. Jenna stood by the door and finally opened her sleek, grey eyes, a quiet confidence gleaming within them. As she closed the door, she showed an easy smile tinged with a subtly sharp edge. She then unzipped the back of her skirt and undid the buttons of her blouse. One… two… three… “Breathe… ” Solitude surrounded them.