The Party Gift - Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

The Party Gift - Ch. 4

... through my hair. “Come on my love,” she whispered. “Let’s get home.” Disengaging the alarm and remotely starting the engine, Deanna opened the passenger side door and helped me into the seat and then buckled me in. She then kissed me softly on the lips and stroked my cheek before closing the door. We rode in silence and I clasped her hand tightly. Suddenly, Deanna let out a little yelp of pain. “What’s the matter love,” I asked in a near panic. “My wrist is really sore all of the sudden,” she replied. “Oh God I’m so sorry,” I replied. “It's not you baby,” Deanna answered calmly. “I think it was the heel of the hand punch to his cheek that did it. A little too much black lash on the wrist I guess.” “Wasn’t that the same punch that broke his nose,” I asked. “Yeah, so maybe I got a little carried away on that shot,” Deanna replied casually. “Oh well, I would’ve gladly shattered every bone in my hand to keep you safe baby.” “Let me look at it,” I ordered as I flipped on the map light and carefully examined Deanna’s wrist. “That’s right, you are a student nurse.” “At least I can do a little something for you.” “Oh, so making me happier in the last three days than I’ve ever been in my entire life isn’t doing something for me?” “You know what I mean,” “Yes, I do love. And thank you.” “Well, it’s a little swollen. But at least you can move it, so it’s clearly not broken. We’ll put some ice on it when we get home.” “Actually, I was thinking more of heating it rather than chilling ...

... it.” “Oh? And just how would you heat it?” “Feel like taking a nice hot bubble bath?” Less than twenty minutes later, I was gently sinking my naked body into pure liquid heaven. The water was hot, the whirlpool jets were set on medium and the bubble bath mixture had created big, thick soapy bubbles that literally looked like the clouds of heaven. Immersed completely from the neck down, my eyes suddenly felt deliriously heavy in the overwhelming rush of euphoric bliss. All I needed now was an Angel to come escort me through the pearly gates of paradise. And within just a couple of minutes, my Angel appeared. Or should I say, reappeared. Deanna came into the bathroom with that heavenly body wrapped up in yet another very short and very sexy silk robe; only this one was pure white. Rather fitting for an Angel, don't you think? With those long, shapely and oh so gorgeous bare legs on full display to me again, I couldn’t help but begin to sensually rub my tingling pussy beneath the bubbling water. Carrying two glasses and a bottle of Wild Turkey 101 in her hands, Deanna came over and seated herself on the side of the tub. Crossing those legs so sexily, she poured a double shot of whiskey in each glass, set the bottle down and then handed me one of the glasses. “I’m not much of a whiskey drinker,” I told her. Truth be told, I’d never even tasted whiskey before. “After what you went through tonight baby, I think you could use something strong,” Deanna replied. We touched glasses and ...