By Chance - Sex Stories

By Chance

... thought. He was a lot like me, well-spoken, well educated, and not all prim and proper on the inside as I discovered when he began flirting with me. He wasn’t overly aggressive, but if he knew all of what was going on in my mind, he probably would have been much bolder in his advances. We left the lounge together after having several drinks and since we were both staying on the upper floors we shared the same elevator. There was no mention of taking things further. We were just going to our separate rooms for the night. After we entered the unoccupied elevator, there was an awkward silence hanging over us, but that changed on the ride up when he shyly leaned in to kiss me. That kiss seemed so surreal, and adding to my uncanny sexual thoughts about him. I kissed him back hard as though I had been waiting for this moment all night. I wanted him to know how excited he had made me, and guided his hand to my heated crotch. He was surprised by my sudden boldness and let one finger explore my warmth of my sex though the fabric of my dress. I wanted to feel him press himself against me. I wanted to know if he was as excited as I was. It would seem he was. The elevator came to a stop at my floor. When the doors opened we looked at each other for a brief moment before I reached for his hand and gestured for him to come with me. He didn’t object. Once inside my room, he kissed me again and began to explore my body with his hands. I stopped, pulled away, and asked him to slowly undress ...

... me, look at me, make me desperate, but not touch me yet. He shrugged and smiled over my unusual request, and carefully took my dress by the hem and pulled it up over my head. I stepped out of my sandals, and going without a bra that night, stood in front of him, wearing nothing but my panties while enjoying his lustful stares. “Would you please undress for me?” I asked. “I want to look at you, desire you, and take a little time before letting myself go completely.” He was desperate to see my pussy. The little tease of feeling it through my dress in the elevator had made him so hard he couldn’t see straight. But he was willing to play along. He was happy to show me how hard he was, but all in due time. He kept his eyes on me, especially on my breasts, noticing that my nipples were hard and inviting as he unlaced his shoes, took off his socks, and unbuttoned his shirt. He noticed the color of my toenails gleaming with red polish that matched my fingernails and he noticed the damp stain on my panties as he undid his belt and lowered his trousers. He finished undressing, leaving himself like me with my panties, wearing nothing but his white cotton briefs which could barely contain his straining cock. My eyes were like saucers as I watched him pull the elastic band of his briefs down a few inches, so that his cock sprang free. He didn’t know whether I wanted him to stroke it, but he couldn’t really help himself. He trembled with excitement and kept stroking himself, very slowly ...