Seduction & Desire (Alone?) - Sex Stories

Seduction & Desire (Alone?)

... opening your legs, pressing his hard cock between you, the tip easing into you from behind;‘oh to be fucked like that right now’, and a small tremor descends through you and you wish you had a small toy to push inside yourself immediately; the image of him making you kneel before him in the shower, fucking yourself with a toy as he wanks over you sends you into a momentary state of bliss, immodest with your thoughts, they are so necessary and wanted. Your orgasm arrives suddenly, without warning, and you almost collapse in the shower as your legs weaken, your last thought is of him holding you firm, pinned to the wall as he empties himself deep inside you, cumming hard together as he takes the weight of you against his cock, allowing you to give in to the moment completely, he leaks from you effortlessly...The thought of him dripping from you makes your decision– you will return to the bar and try to find him. Covered with a soft fluffy towel, sitting on the edge of the bed, you rummage through your suitcase. You hadn’t planned on any of this and the clothes you have seem to be somewhat inappropriate for flirting with strangers; actually maybe they are perfect appropriate and you can be incredibly provocative in a business suit, besides, you don’t want to give too much away; then again maybe you do! The business suit compliments your figure so well and searching deeper, you find a pair of black sheer mesh lace knickers still wrapped in fragile tissue; a purchase some time ...

... ago, when shopping in duty free, but never worn. They are very soft with delicate straps, the design divulging at the rear, with a satin bow that adds flourish to the design, a cross between a thin G-string and a pair of shorts and you smile at the memory of seeing them on display in the shop, imagining what your arse would look like when adorned by them. What else did you purchase that day? Your hands search the small compartment and you find two more items: A pair of black soft-touch, over-the-knee socks that look demure and plain from the front but with a lace closure at the back made from satin ribbon, small golden accents add to their elegance and you remember thinking that they would match the shorts so well. The last item, one that makes you blush slightly at the recollection of purchasing, is the small jewelled rosebud; you stare at it, the sight of it makes you hold your breath with anticipation, remembering the one time that you inserted it into your arse, playing with yourself, the feeling of it inside you as your fingers pushed between your lips, hoping that one day you would have to expose yourself, to display your desires to a suitor; your skin reddens as you imagine the reaction it would cause when seen; you want to play, to try and remove some of this pent up energy before you descend back into the bar, your lips still wet from the shower; the thoughts of his cum leaking from you make you untamed with desire. Lying on your front, you roll the small metal toy ...