Zebra - Sex Stories

Zebra

... things at home, I enjoy it fully.” “I can understand that for sure, and you are lucky to have such an understanding husband.” “As long as I am discreet and keep it to women only, that’s our deal. Also, I am very careful, I really make sure of that. He’s never met a lover of mine and he is crystal clear about not wanting to.” “That makes sense.” What doesn't make sense however, is why my nipples are hard. Why do I feel so damn aroused and tingly? Why do I want her to touch me, or better yet, let me touch her? As I dressed for this banquet, I was sure to select lacy panties. Date panties. Sex panties. I want her to see them. To touch them. To slide them off of me. As much as I'd like to blame my desires on an inebriated state of mind right now, I was sober when I got dressed. Damn, she looks so soft and good enough to eat. More tension. “Trin…?” “…Yes?” “Are you ok?” “Yes, fine…why do you ask?” “Well, you spaced out on me for a minute and I asked if you wanted to stay over in the guest bedroom instead of driving home tonight, the kids won't be home until tomorrow afternoon.” “Aw thanks for offering, but I’m fine to get home.” “We have been drinking, and I hope that you will help me finish this bottle too, so I insist that you stay over.” “I really don't want to impose Mel, honestly…” “Are you serious? My husband would insist as well if he weren't already snoring. It’s settled now and I'll get you something to sleep in after this next drink. Let's toast to our friendship.” "To ...

... friendship." The thought of having her personal clothing against my body makes me throb and the tingles intensify between my legs. “When was the last time you saw your friend…?” “Which friend?” “Your um…lover?” “Three weeks ago, why do you ask?” Silence. Why am I asking her this? Why do I even care? I haven't thought about a woman sexually in years, yet…my nipples get harder with each rise and fall of my chest. “It’s been forever since I've…engaged in that.” “Well, like most things, once you have done it, you never forget how to do it, or how good it feels.” Melanie places her glass down on the coffee table and slides over to me. I struggle to even make eye contact with her as she closes the space between us. I sit up straighter on the sofa, and try to sober up while I smooth my skirt down over my legs. Even closer to me. Knee to knee with me now, she places her soft hand on my leg and gently traces circles on my thigh. The lighting in the room seems lower than it did twenty minutes ago and I feel every inhibition exit from me as I enjoy her touch. Melanie gently cups both of my breasts and rolls her thumbs over the fabric that strains to cover my hard nipples. I am embarrassed that I respond so easily to her and look down at her wine colored toes as I try to compose myself and take in what is happening. “Can I touch you like this?” “…yes.” “Do you like it?” “….yes.” “Show me you like it…” There is no doubt that I want to devour every inch of her and I shakily extend my right ...