Persuasive Approval - Sex Stories

Persuasive Approval

... mention of the telephone call with Charles filling her head with confusion and uncertainty. “The lies... The deceit... He said I could sleep with you...Why didn’t I just tell him what we were up to,” she uttered, her eyes searching his for assurance, his nodding head and occasional grunt offering little comfort. “Why didn’t I just tell Charles we were in bed?” she repeated, blowing a stream of smoke through a frustrated sigh, knowing that a confession was inevitable. A long painted finger nail sweeping over his stomach and an invitation laden with flirtatious suggestion interrupted his nodding head. "I want you in the shower." she said, more of a command than an invitation, rolling of the bed, grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet, flashing her eyes with lustful intent, skipping with eager enthusiasm across the bedroom floor, heading to the en-suite bathroom, any thoughts of a confrontation with Charles brushed from her mind. The warm stream of water poured from the shower head, splashing her face and soaking her hair, spilling over feminine curves and disappearing between the bubble shaped cheeks of her bottom, slippery hands and curious fingers roaming over smooth skin, probing and exploring, groping and searching, infusing the delicate curves of her neck with warm kisses of affection, blowing in her ear and sweeping his tongue from the base of her neck, marking a sensuous trail over her shoulders, lifting her chin and peppering kisses over her nose and eyes, lips ...

... meeting and mouths opening, tongues courting affection, twirling and probing in an intimate dance, the persuasion of touch, the interaction of genitalia responding to impulse, the intimacy momentarily broken by an overwhelming need and a desperate urgency for penetration. “Fuck me from the back,” she said, brushing water from her face and turning on her heels, her arms outstretched against the wall and her hands flat against the tiles, arching her back and opening her legs, feeling the pulse of his throbbing muscle pressing against her bottom, feeling his masterful hands gliding over her waist and his playful fingers brushing through the thick bush of pubic hair, applying a little pressure over the pubic bone, parting the outer lips and teasing the delicate folds of her inner labia, sliding inside and slipping out, stimulating her clitoris, the arousal of touch heightening expectation, soft whimpering moans of encouragement overflowing with desire, a pleading voice craving for cock. Sliding his hands between the slippery globes, pulling the soft cheeks apart and sliding a finger into the soapy groove, teasing the dark secret entrance and probing the sphincter, slipping a finger slowly and gently into her private place of intimacy, the unexpected invasion captured in the hesitancy of a whimpered cry and a whispered gasp. There was nothing to compare to that invigorating feeling you get when you fuck a woman covered from head to toe in soapy water. He wasn’t sure if it was the ...