Persuasive Approval - Sex Stories

Persuasive Approval

... lingering kisses across her chest, an inquisitive hand moving with meaningful pursuit over her stomach, pushing her hot tits up to his waiting mouth, tasting the sweetness and the warmth of her skin, sweeping and wriggling his tongue in an intoxicating dance, sucking one nipple and then the other, gripping one in gentle capture between his teeth, her fingers pulling recklessly at his hair, her voice fading into pleading whispers of urgency, her invitation to suck them hard hissed through clenched teeth. The unexpected ringing of the telephone interrupted their moment of passion. A blanket of silence suddenly descended on the room. “I have to get that,” she sighed, lifting her shoulders and frowning in resignation, the bedspring squeaking in quiet protest as she lifted from the bed, a familiar wetness pooling between her legs forcing another sigh and a hesitant pause before picking up the phone. “Hello,” she whispered into the mouthpiece...”Oh hi,” she answered, pointing a finger at the phone, pursing her lips and silently mouthing ‘Charles.’ “Are you having a good time? What’s the weather like in Spain?” She asked, her words full of pretence, a playful smile pulling at her lips, flashing her eyes with hungry pursuit, her demeanour embarking on a precarious undertaking, walking slowly towards the bed, the telephone cord coiling in her wake, a warm hand reaching down and gripping his meaty length, working his cock up and down with shameless amusement. ”No… I’m just about to ...

... go to bed,” she said truthfully...”Yes we had dinner at the Bella Roma. Bruno sends his best wishes,” she added...“No. I’m alone in my bedroom,” she lied...”No, he didn’t... No, we haven’t... He has a meeting first thing in the morning so he decided to have an early night,” she lied again...”Okay, enjoy the golf. I’ll see you in a few days,” she said, dropping the telephone into the cradle, a deep sigh of relief bringing a wide smile to her mouth and a renewed vigour in her step, falling on the bed in a playful giggle, her dignity lost in the increasing pulse between her thighs, parting her legs and opening her body, giving him an inviting view of the precious delights awaiting him. Ignoring the brief interruption his warm tongue embarking on a journey of irresistible need, marking a warm wet path over the smooth soft skin of her stomach, caressing the toned sculptured curves of her waist, pausing to slide the tip of his tongue into her naval, bathing the curves and textures of smooth skin, sweeping a moist trail along the edge of pubic hair, peppering soft kisses between her inner thighs, dancing in slow figure of eight circles over soft receptive erogenous zones, blowing and licking, nibbling the sensitive frills, teasing the moist flaps of her burning vulva. "Oh yes...Oh, fucking yes,” she cursed. “Oh, please don't stop," she begged, sweeping her fingers through his hair, keeping his head pressed against her warm wet entrance, his nimble fingers gliding in a sensuous and ...