gillian anderson - Sex Stories

gillian anderson

... slight thrill, his cock taking it as a sign and swelling slightly in his jeans. He just hoped it wouldn't be visible to her, as it could easily be taken badly. "So what about you, why you still single? Surely there's plenty of men..." he's trailed off. She eyed him for a second before responding, giving him a moment to sweat. "Well it's never that simple is it? Relationships are always hard work, and things just don't always work out. After all, I have needs too," she said, looking him in the eye firmly, her tongue just touching her upper lip. They shared a moment, him barely breathing before she looked away, just arching her back a little bit and pushing her chest out. He couldn't stop himself from looking, taking in the full shape and perky form of her breasts, pushed up delightfully by the lacy bra. "Why are you staring at my tits?" she suddenly said in a firm tone, looking straight at him. His eyes instantly snapped up to meet hers as he panicked on the inside, his brain screaming at him how he was busted and that he should've stayed focussed as he'd promised himself. He knew he couldn't even attempt to bluff his way out of this one, and just decided to suck it up and admit it. "Because they look great, and they're distracting me," he said, not sure what to expect. She just stared at him for a moment, then broke into a sly, sexy smile. "That's funny, because you're cock's what's been distracting me," replied, glancing down to the now obvious bulge in his denim caused ...

... by his nearly hard cock. He inhaled sharply at her comment, his mind suddenly giving him a rerun of just a few of his fantasies about the redhead. "Well that's umm, I mean it's..." he said, stumbling through his words, not sure what to say to her. "Don't even try. I gave you a hardon, admit it," she said, her slender hand sliding onto his leg and rubbing his thigh slightly. He glanced down at her hand, then back up at her as she smiled at him suggestively with her cute lips, coated in a deep red lipstick. "Yeah you did," he said, unable to hold her gaze. "Good," she said with a wider smile, leaning forwards and pressing her lips against his. He wasn't quite ready for her lip lock, but didn't waste any time joining in, opening his mouth to accept her probing tongue which has pushed insistently against his lips. Their tongues mingled, sliding past one another as their lips worked one another's, her soft ruby pout an absolute delight. She broke away with a soft wet noise, pulling herself close to his ear. "I'm not wearing any knickers," she whispered, pulling back with seductive look, a playful glint in her eyes. He just stared at her, unable to keep from smiling himself. "You're so hot," he whispered, just saying it spontaneously. "Damn right, and I think that cock of yours needs some air," she said, sliding both hands to the crotch of his jeans. He couldn't have stopped her if he'd tried as she skilfully undid his belt and button, yanking his zipper down and pulling the denim ...