The Abduction of Olivia Benson - Sex Stories

The Abduction of Olivia Benson

... and whipped the bath towel around his waist as he strode to open the door. Much to his surprise, but extreme pleasure, there was Livvie, dressed in bathrobe and slippers. The expression on her face was one of powerful lust. She rushed into his arms as he closed the door behind her. No words were spoken. She quickly threw her robe off and ripped the bath towel off him. The seemingly crazed Livvie knelt and thrust the head of his semi-hard cock into her clutching mouth, sucking and slurping her lips and tongue all around his rapidly stiffening organ. In spite of this delightful surprise, David kept his cool and gently lifted Livvie to her feet and guided her to his bedroom. There he laid her out on her back and laying down beside her, he began to gently and tenderly stroke her face and throat, kissing her softly, playing his tongue over her parted lips. Her eyes were closed and he brushed his lips over them softly. Her fantastic body was spread out in all its glory before him. “Sweet, Livvie. I cannot tell you how thrilled I am to be with you, here. For some time, I have admired you from afar. Other tenants in the building, when I have inquired about you, have remarked how sweet you are, how thoughtful you are, how caring you are. I have been building up the courage to ask you out for coffee or lunch, or...well, any excuse to get to know you better. Will you stay for breakfast?” She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. “How could I say, 'No'?” and lifting her arms up over his broad shoulders she pulled his head down to her right breast, guiding his lips to her engorged nipple. David spread his lips and snaked his tongue out to flick her nipple from side to side. Her eyes closed and she moaned. What a way to “sober up” from a “sensual hangover”, he thought. He never did tell her he had seen her at the “event” the night before.