Rain Man - Sex Stories

Rain Man

... three or maybe four times tonight.” He looked away towards the window, sipped his wine and said, “You want to kill me on our first date.” I smiled, took a sip myself and kissed him on the cheek. As I did that, a thought occurred to me that I, well we, hadn’t really kissed properly. I stood and placed my glass on the table. I took his glass from him and he said, “I’m sorry, dear, but I don’t think I’m ready yet.” I placed his glass on the table next to mine. I looked down to his cock and it still lay between his thighs. I bent down and kissed his cock. I said, "I've got something else in mind." I straddled across him and sat down again in the same position as we were before. I grabbed his head and kissed him, I stuck my tongue down his throat and swirled it around his stiff long tongue. He began to kiss me back and we kissed, not passionately, but sensually for four or five minutes. I broke off and took a sip of wine from my glass empting it. He could not reach his so looked at me and said, “What about me!” I reached over to his glass and took a long swig, I emptied his as well. But I didn’t swallow. I went back to him and I resumed our kiss as I passed the wine to him. He too did not swallow. We played with eachother’s tongues, swishing the wine around. I had a hold of his head and he hugged me tight. We drank drops of the wine as we kissed and eventually we had finished it all. We continued to kiss with a desire for each other. The funny thing was, there was never any ...

... hunger or lust in our actions. We enjoyed each other for what we were. I a woman and he a man with a well hung fucking bastard of a cock. Yeah, okay, that may sound like lust on my part, but it really wasn’t, it was a yearning deep in me to have that cock as part of my body again. It truly did belong in me, I married the wrong man. We kissed for ages and after a while I felt his cock on my arse, he was getting hard again. I broke off and stepped off him. His cock sprang up. He said, “Shall we go through?” I said, “Not yet, in a few minutes.” I went back upto him and straddled across, then I sat right down on his cucumber of a cock in my cunt, and I said, “Oh god, that feels so right.” I hugged him and he hugged me back. We didn’t fuck; I wanted that cock in me as we kissed again. With that thing in me I was going crazy; the sensations from that cock were amazing. I wondered if he had the energy at his age to give me a good fucking. I was so in the mood for a good fucking. I was still amazed at the control he had. I remembered his son and me, when we first met and made love - okay, it wasn’t love it was sex. But the thing was, he ripped his clothes off and could not wait to get his cock in me. It was all so frantic, and even to this day he goes hell for leather and fucks hard and cums quick. He broke off the kiss that time and said, “You never answered my question, I’m serious, what happens now between all of us?” I jiggled up and down on him and said, “Okay, seriously, what do you ...