Saturday Night Out - Sex Stories

Saturday Night Out

... finished, Giada?" I ask in a low purr. She immediately places her fork down, a small smile spreading across her face nodding. We left the restaurant through the back entrance, I took Giada to my penthouse. We entered the penthouse " Follow me," I said as I turned back towards the bedroom. She follows a few steps behind, as I waved her into a room off the hall. " You can change here," I said. " I'll be back in a sec to get your clothes." She glances around the bedroom. It obviously isn't the master bedroom, because the bed is small and is sparsely decorated. There is a Monet print on the wall, and a clock on the desk, and nothing else to indicate the room is used frequently. As she shrugs the dress off her shoulders she glances down at the clothes that I had laid out for her. It isn't clothes at all. A nice thin cotton robe lay on the bed. Giada wonders if it is mine. She knows that she will be naked underneath the robe, unless she wanted to wear her wet panties. So she strips off her clothes and wraps the soft cotton robe around her lush form. Tying the robe around her waist, she bends over and begins to gather the clothes that she has dropped on the floor. " Damn!" she hears me exclaim behind her. She quickly stood up and turns around, giving me a quizzical look. " Sorry," I said with a laugh. " You've just got an incredible ass." Giada blushes. I'm not being overly aggressive, she feels a tingle in her crotch as she wonders just how forceful I will be. " Thanks," she said ...

... with a smile. She brushes pass me as I stood in the doorway, sliding her near-naked backside along my crotch. She feels me throbbing as her ass cheeks graze my cock. " Oh my God," she thought to herself. " He feels so hard and thick!" She lets her ass sway back and forth a bit as she walks down the hall. " So you live alone?" she asks. " Yes," I replied. After six divorces, it's nice to have space to myself. It does get kind of lonely though, so I can use my black book to call a beautiful woman to show up on my doorstep." By now she has reached the master bedroom, and bent down to place her clothes on a chair. As she stood up and leaned over the edge of the bed, she feels my hands on her hips. " What are you doing?" she asks. " Just getting a little closer," I whisper in her ear. Giada feels my cock against her ass again, a hard steel bar in my pants. " I think you should back up, John. I'm sorry I'm having second thoughts." I spin her around, pressing her ass against the bed. I hold on to her shoulders and look down into her eyes. " Fuck that. Your chance to back out was at the restaurant. You want this as much as I do. A friend and business partner, a night of raw sex? You know you want this." " I can't," she protested, as my lips met hers. She resists, getting her hands up to my chest to push me away. I'm strong though, much stronger than she is. My hands went to the tie of her bathrobe, and before she knew it I had undone the strip of fabric, leaving her lush body open to ...