Sunday Morning Surprise - Sex Stories

Sunday Morning Surprise

Sunday mornings have always been my favorite time of the week. It’s my day to sleep in, to enjoy a lazy morning curled up on the sofa with a cup of tea and to read the newspaper. But, not every Sunday turns out that way. Sometimes life has taken me in a totally different and unexpected direction… Opening first one eye and then the other, the room was dim with the early morning sunlight coming just slightly through the blinds. No matter how I tried to adjust my vision, I could not focus clearly on any of my surroundings. I managed to notice an odd looking lamp on the table beside me that wasn’t familiar at all. There was something bright pink lying beside it. My attempts to see where I was were all but hopeless. Lying on my back, I looked at the ceiling, perhaps thinking that I would find something familiar there. Nothing! Slowly my mind and body were starting to wake, and I became more aware of the attention that someone or something was giving my pussy. Without even trying to lift my head, I reached with my hands to find long, silky fine hair belonging to whoever was waking me with their tongue. Closing my eyes, I gently ran my fingers through the hair, and started to enjoy the sensations. Submitting to the building intensity of my arousal, I closed my eyes and kept stroking the hair of my lover. “Funny,” I thought to myself, “Jimmy doesn’t have hair like this. Maybe he borrowed it from somewhere.” After a moment, I told myself that was ridiculous. “Wake up, Cindy!” my ...

... sub conscious was trying to tell me. “No!” I blurted out loud. The head between my legs jerked up and spoke. “Don’t you like it? You sure liked it last night!” It was a female voice. “I know that voice,” my brain was telling me, “But who does it belong to? I know it’s not my pussy talking!” Isn’t it funny the things we think when our thoughts are scattered and we are half asleep? “Cyndy?” the “head” spoke again. I opened my eyes again, raised my head and looked down to the source of the voice. Yes, my name was Cyndy. My eyes managed to focus on a face surrounded by a mass of blond hair looking up at me. “Hi, Heidi,” I replied in a daze. I let my head drop back on the pillow. Yes, it was Heidi, my sister-in-law. “Now, what was it I was trying to do?” I asked myself. “Ummmm…” my head was spinning. Oh yes, I remembered that I was at my friend’s wedding. Her dress was lovely. It was such a long flight back home. The food on the plane sucked. I hate jet lag. My head felt like it was floating over the skies, just like I had been. What was Heidi wearing at the wedding? She wasn’t wearing anything. She was naked. No, she wasn’t at the wedding. She was eating my pussy. Nothing at that moment was making sense. I felt totally drugged. “Where am I?” I groaned out loud. The voice between my legs replied.” You are at our place. Don’t you remember? We picked you up at the airport late last night.” Heidi was massaging my thighs up and down as she waited for me to respond. My brain started to ...