Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... falling on my ass and told her I’d just watch her from the sidelines. That’s when I realized just how good she was. Maybe it was her dance training, or maybe she had a lot of natural talent. Either way, watching her out there, without me to bog her down, she was swift and graceful. If there weren’t a load of other people in the way, I have little doubt she’d be capable of spectacular jumps, and twirls but even as it was, she was like a swan in a herd of waddling ducks. I watched her, admiringly, and for one of the few times thought about what I might be doing to her if I got her pregnant and felt guilty. I wanted it too much to dwell on it very long, though, and told myself that, as secretly submissive as she was, without me some other guy would take advantage of it and get her into a lot more trouble. I mean, what if she fell for some abusive controlling prick, or a d**g dealer or something, and submitted to his every whim? She’d be much worse off than she would be if I got her pregnant. She took a break and I bought her lunch, and then she went back to it. I tried again, but not for long, though I did get to use Faith’s tight little ass as an emergency safeguard against falling once more, causing her to blush. Finally, as the temperature had started to dip she said she was ready to go home but wanted something warm to drink first, so we stopped by a coffee shop near where I parked the car. There was a line when we came in, and while we were waiting a whole throng of people ...

... showed up at once, talking animatedly in some other language. I don’t know what it was, and I don’t really care. Maybe it was a tour group or an Armenian Alcoholics Anonymous meeting just let out. Because it was cold out, instead of forming an orderly line outside, everybody wanted to cram inside. At first I was annoyed as Faith and I were jammed up against the wall near the bathroom as the line folded in on itself in an attempt to let everybody fit. After about ten seconds though, I realized that my hand was on Faith’s ass. I took a quick look around to assess the situation, and then gave her a grope. She didn’t react, so I slid my hand lower, beneath her skirt, although I had to bend my knees a little to do it. We were right in the middle of a crowd, but I still felt safe enough to do it. Even if somebody saw us and knew what we were doing, and I didn’t think they would, nobody knew us. For all they knew, Faith was my girlfriend, not my s****r, and if I was being a little dirty with her, so what? My main problem was that I couldn’t do as much as I wanted to. Without squatting down entirely and becoming blatant about it, all I could do was tease the bottom of her pussy, through her clothes, with my fingers. When I first touched her there, Faith turned back to suddenly look at me, but aside from the widening of her eyes, she didn’t say anything. “Check the menu,” I said. “Decide what you want now.” She faced the menu and tried to look innocent as my fingers danced the bottom ...