He's Never Made Me Come - Sex Stories

He's Never Made Me Come

... Her relatively strong reactions to such little stimulus made me wonder just how long it had been since her husband had touched her at all, let alone properly. I felt a renewed desire to make sure I gave her what she deserved. Without ever breaking contact with her body, I slowly brought my hands back down her body, letting my fingertips drag slightly, bringing them to rest halfway down her thighs. I looked back up to her chest, pleased to see that she was now starting to slowly massage and knead her breasts, albeit somewhat gingerly. “Good,” I encouraged, and the hint of a smile played across her face. “You’d forgotten how sensitive your breasts were...” I started, taking her back into the fantasy. “It’s been so long since anybody paid them this much attention. You pull gently on your nipples and roll them between your fingers...and become aware of the warm, wet feeling between your legs.” Now she was sighing between most breaths and gently biting her bottom lip as she pinched her nipples through her bra. She was amazing to watch. Her husband was a fool. “You’re sighing and moaning softly now, writhing slightly. Your hips seem to be moving of their own accord, trying to release some of the tension that’s building between your legs. But you want to tease your husband some more. And more importantly, you want to tease yourself some more. You love being watched. You don’t want this to end. You let your moans grow louder as you tug harder on your nipples. Your hips are trying to ...

... grind now, but there’s nothing there. You realise how sexy you must look, writhing and moaning as you play with your breasts. You realise how turned on you are, and how incredible it is that you’ve done this to yourself. You’re in control of your loss of control. You feel powerful.” By now she was touching her breasts with confidence, squeezing firmly through the thin materials of her shirt and bra, as her lips opened and closed around vowels that were not quite audible. Yet. Her eyes flickered open and she appeared surprised to find me watching her so intently. She looked me in the eye as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. As pleased as I was that she was gaining confidence, I didn’t want this to be about me. She traced her fingers delicately over her stomach and ribs back towards her lace-clad breasts and, thankfully, closed her eyes again as I continued speaking. “You roll your nipples between your fingertips one last time, and are shocked by the guttural groan you let out. You had no idea you could make that sound, but in that moment it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard.” She had one hand cupping and gently squeezing her breast through her thin bra, but had managed to slip the other inside to play with her nipple just as I’d described. Her breathy whimpers, though far from the guttural groans I’d imagined, were coming thick and fast, and were just as sexy. I decide it’s time to bring her husband into action. “You can’t take the torture any more. Your hips are grinding ...