Stranded with Samantha Pt.1 - Sex Stories

Stranded with Samantha Pt.1

... love her little tight body, but you're fantastic too. You've got bigger boobs." "Trace!" she laughed. "Why have you been looking at my boobs?" "I'm a man. I like beautiful things. I especially like beautiful girls with big boobs." She slapped my arm and her face was lit up in a big smile. She looked dazzling. "This is not what I'm going to talk to you about." "Tell me a story then," I told her. "Tell me something about Sam when she was a little girl." "I was a sad little girl for a long time after Dad died," she told me. "After a while I didn't think about it so much. Mom took us to the lake one summer when I was about twelve and Ann was fifteen. We rented a cabin and swam every day. There was a family in the cabin beside ours. They had a boy about our age and we got to know him. He went swimming with us and we hiked around. That's the first time I ever saw a boy kiss a girl. He really liked Ann. He kissed her one day down by the lake. I was very jealous. I sulked around the rest of the afternoon. When she asked me what was wrong, I told her I didn't like her kissing him. That's when she... she..., well she didn't kiss him anymore." "Oh, no," I laughed. "You don't get to do that. I know her; what did she do?" She wouldn't look at me. "It's embarrassing," she whispered. "I don't want to say." "I'll tickle you if you don't tell me," I threatened her. She shook her head and I attacked her. She squealed and thrashed around until we fell off the couch. I landed on top of her and ...

... tickled her mercilessly. "Ok, ok," she laughed helplessly. "I'll tell you. Stop, Trace; you're going to make me pee my pants." I stopped and lay on top of her, our noses almost touching. "She kissed me," she whispered. "She kissed me like she kissed that boy." "Like this?" I leaned down and tasted those full, luscious lips. They moved against mine and the kiss lingered and deepened. I felt her tongue touch my lips and I opened them, letting her inside. It felt just like her sister. Our tongues dueled and she put her arms around my neck, pulling me down. I could feel those full breasts crushed against my chest and my cock sprang to life. She felt it and ground her pussy against me, dry humping together. She broke away with a gasp. "No... I can't, Trace. Please, stop and let me up. I can't. I couldn't do that to Ann." I looked into those bottomless blue eyes. "Was it like that?" I asked her. "Yes, it was exactly like that," she whispered. "Please, Trace. Let me up. We can't do this." I got up and pulled her up, hugging her to me. I wrapped the quilts back around us and we sat back down. "You can hold me," she said. "Just don't try to get me to do anything else, ok?" "Yes, Sam. I like holding you." I told her. "I would never do anything to you that you didn't want me to." "I know," she said. "That's the problem. I do want you to, but I can't. It wouldn't be right." It was getting dark. The snow continued to fall outside and the wind howled. We talked and cuddled until supper. She ...