The Delight Of Riding Together - Sex Stories

The Delight Of Riding Together

... find, but this hit all. Tilting her pelvis and putting a hand on her hip, she said with a sexy smile on her handsome face, “Hi! So nice you could make it. It seems that you like what you see.” “That… is an understatement!” I managed to bring out. Contrary to the first time I had met her, when she wore her dark brown hair in a bun, it was now hanging over her shoulders. Her denim jacket was only fastened with a knot, slightly above her bellybutton. It offered a delicious view on a good part of her bare breasts, which seemed to be somewhat larger than those of Helen and Caroline. But the most striking piece of clothing were her tiny pants. It was a tight denim hipster, very high cut, which had six metal rings on both sides, arranged in three pairs. Through the rings went a white string in a cross pattern, ending in a little bow. The result was the exposure of almost four inches of bare skin. The button at the front was defiantly open. Later she told me that she had let the thing made according to her specifications. Her beautifully shaped body was evenly tanned. All in all she looked absolutely ravishing and immensely seductive. And she made an unmistakable statement as to what she had in mind. In addition to that she also made it clear that she did not intend to let grass grow under her feet, which were shod in small black boots. “I thought it would be a waste of time,“ she said, “to get acquainted with you in a decent environment, chatting over lunch for instance. Besides, ...

... I already do know a lot about you and your lovely dirty minded naughtiness.” “I know a little bit about your lovely naughtiness, but I’m sure I’m going to get acquainted with it better, as from today.” “You bet!” Having said that, she took my head between her hands and let her tongue flash into my mouth. During that delightful kiss, she moved her left hand to my occiput and let the other travel down, eventually cupping my scrotum, followed by grabbing the bulge and squeezing it through the fabric of the riding pants, that hadn’t been designed to accommodate a full size erection. I had followed her example of weeks ago; there was nothing under them. I knew that I was staining the pants and that it would be visible soon. “The moment I had set eyes on you,” she said after breaking the kiss, “I was determined to have you, and to let you have me. And the chemistry of the kiss supports my determination.” “Nicely said. I was very impressed as well on that Sunday morning.” “I know. Also that you are a sharp observer.” “As far as beautiful and sexy women are concerned, I always am.” “That looks so incredibly hot,” she said, brushing over the wet spot with her index finger. “The perfect demonstration of wanton desire.” Before ending the sentence she squatted and started to pull the zipper down. “I have been longing for this moment so much,” she went on, taking the leaking rod out. Licking the slimy substance from the head, she was drawing threads between the toy and her lips. Then she ...