Sarah Redux - Part Five - Sex Stories

Sarah Redux - Part Five

... just running over her upper lip, the flushed cheeks, and those soft, but inviting eyes. It was Sarah’s cum-fuck-me I need some attention look. That stare always has and still does send shivers up my spine. Despite having spewed gobs of cum out on the jetty, I had recovered and was displaying a prominent erection under the towel that was wrapped around my waist. I dropped the towel as I walked toward the bed, my shaft waggling back and forth; Sarah pulled the covers back, inviting me to join her. The delicate aroma of Sarah’s lavender soap rose up and enveloped me, adding to my need for her, body and soul. The room was cool with a hint of the dampness brought in by the thick fog, and only partly lit by a small table lamp and the light from the bathroom. Being under the sheets and quilt on a canopied bed, next to Sarah’s warm, soft, silky skin, was like being in a nest; cozy, warm and comforting. Sarah rolled over so she was partially on top of me, and buried her tongue down my throat. My stiff rod slipped between her legs and met the wetness of her pussy. I fondled her breast with my fingers, paying close attention to her hard nipple. Sarah, knowledgeable about such things, knew that my having cum first would calm me, at least to the point where I would last longer before a second orgasm, allowing me more time to pleasure her. But her efforts at the end of the jetty had also taken their toll on an already weary lady. While I contemplated whether to be rough and hard, which ...

... she liked, or to be slow and teasing, which she also liked, Sarah had already made her choice. “Go slow. I’ll cum too quick if you do too much,” she whispered. The bed covers were thrown back, exposing our bodies to the cool air. Neither of us would notice the chill, however, as the heat of our bodies grew quickly with our rising passion. Sarah had beautiful, tear drop shaped tits which were just the right size for her body. Each breast had perfectly round, brown areola, covered on this night with a few goose bumps, and a hard, extended nipple. I rolled her nipples around between my fingers and thumb, pinching tightly, as our tongues skirmished in combat. Her soft moans were deep and already guttural. “Suck on them.” I did what she asked, sucking on and biting her nipples as she held my head in a vice-like grip with both her arms. We were soon in a wonderful zone of mutual pleasure. Our bodies were intertwined; I played with breasts and nipples, and she held my hard shaft, which she slowly stroked. The sloppy, wet tongue battle had become more passionate; wet and messy. I could feel Sarah’s pleasure slowly build and my shaft ooze pre-cum onto her talented hand. “Fuck me.” “Not yet.” I was in no hurry. I did not have the immediate need for orgasmic relief that Sarah was seeking. And there were so many other things I wanted to do; so many places to explore; so many sounds and noises still to be heard. What I had not yet perceived was how tired she was. It was at the end of a long ...