Stranded with Samantha Pt.1 - Sex Stories

Stranded with Samantha Pt.1

... helped me cook and we hurried back to our blankets with our food. She told me a lot about herself and she was an incredibly complex person. She was as smart as a whip and knew a lot about a lot of things. I had never heard her talk so much in her life. I asked her about Julian. "Are you in love with him?" I asked her. "No, I just like having someone to go out with and talk to," she said. "I think he's gay or something. Do you know, he's never made a pass at me? He's never kissed me like you... like you did." She blushed again. "He's a colleague and it's convenient. The kids give me a hard time about him. They think he's stuffy. I guess he is a little stiff," she giggled. "I can't imagine what he would think of me being here with you." "Are you tired?" I asked her. "Not really," she said. "Why do you ask?" "We need to think about where we're going to sleep tonight," I said. "We'll freeze to death in our beds. What do you say we pull a mattress in here in front of the fireplace?" "I think that sounds like a good idea," She said. We got out from under the covers and hurried to drag the mattress off my bed and into the living room. She put covers on it while I ran to get pillows. I poured us some bourbon and we jumped in. We lay under the covers and sipped the bourbon and talked. I got up and built up the fire as much as I could. We lay facing one another and talked while the blizzard raged outside. Her eyelids grew heavy and she began to yawn. "I'm very sleepy, Trace," she said. "I don't like sleeping in my clothes. They bind me all up. Will you promise not to molest me if we take them off?" "I won't molest you," I told her. "I'm going to molest you in my mind, but I'll keep my hands to myself." My hot kitchen fuck - http://flamefile.net/300999