The first and only time we met - Sex Stories

The first and only time we met

... you, I mean.” I said playfully and faked a look of concern. “Hey! Don’t insult my acting!” We laughed happily, in some sort of bliss from finally meeting. “So, if you can’t stay the night… can you come back tomorrow?” he asked after us joking around a bit more, slowly swinging back and forth looking out over the setting sun as the sky became more and more orange-pinkish. A vale of sorrow suddenly fell down on me, and I sighed. “I’m not sure, actually. I’d love to, I really would, but apparently we’re going to some sort of white sand beach tomorrow too snorkel, pfft, like its going to be much different from any other beach here.” I said with an annoyed tone in my voice. “Oh, well, let’s just use the time we know we have then. You want to head back to my place?” he said, stood up from the swing, and went and picked up my sneakers. I followed his lead and walked over to him, taking my shoes from his hand and kissing his cheek in the same movement. We walked back to his place hand in hand as the darkness set around us. Even as it was pitch black outside it felt like we had our own little circle or bright light around us, purely generated from our beaming happiness. As we got back to his place, I took out my phone to call my mother, when I saw I’d received a text from her. As i read it my smile grew wider and wider, and Mark looked at me surprised. “What is it?” he asked, as I laughed out of relief. “Listen to this, uh okay I need to translate this in my mind, it basically ...

... says; Hun, if you can stay where you are tonight, that would be great. We don’t want you to take the bus this late and both me and your dad has had too much to drink to pick you up. If you don’t want to we can order you a cab, hope you’re having lots of fun and say hi to Mark for me. Love, Mom.” “Are you serious right now? You can stay?? And you don’t even have to..? Wow. Wow.” he said, dazed by the luck we’d had. “I didn’t bring anything to sleep in. Or a toothbrush.” I said, self conscious for just a second. “You’ll be fine in whatever you have under this, I think.” Mark said and he came closer, pulling my shirt up over my head. Underneath the t-shirt I had on a black lace bra, which made my breasts look amazing. In my bellybutton sat a silver piercing, just healed, with a small heartshaped crystal in it, shimmering in the weak lighting of his bedroom. “I didn’t know you had this.” he said and touched it playfully. “It’s pretty new, actually.” I said, smiling at him, as i unbuttoned the first two buttons on his flannel shirt. He threw my t--shirt on to the floor and started kissing me, his hands moving up and down my flat stomach and on to my luscious tits, as I moaned quietly into his mouth. He undid the button on my shorts and pulled them down, then took a step back to look at me. My panties where skimpy little thongs, black and lace just like he bra. The way he looked at me was so arousing, like he wanted to eat me up. “You are so stunningly beautiful. So gorgeous.” he ...