The Wrong Room - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Wrong Room - Chapter 2

... roll over so I could see her face and have a full view of the front side of her gorgeous back. If she wasn't ready, I wanted so badly to hear more of her moans. Her fingers quickened. She raised her hips off the bed, coming to her knees. She plunged two fingers inside, then pulled them out, rubbed her clit and plunged them in again. I sensed she was getting close, as was I, but I had yet to even touch myself! Then she slowed. She wanted to prolong the bliss. Her hand merely cupped the whole of her vagina and she rolled to her back. Her head rested on the pillow and her eyes were closed. Her right hand covered her pussy, almost imperceptibly rubbing left to right. Her left hand wiped the sweat from her brow caused by the heat of the room and her frenzy of activity. Maybe she did cum? I finally saw her face. Oval shaped, dark eyebrows and a small mouth. Perfectly straight white teeth visible while she caught her breath through a slightly open mouth. Her breasts were smallish, and like her ass, perfectly round and perfectly white having never seen a ray of sun. Nipples so lightly pink it was hard to tell where aereola began and flesh ended. She appeared to be thirtyish, but never being a good judge of age, she could have been anywhere between twenty-five and fifty-five. My own breathing had hastened while watching her, but now too had returned to normal. Her hand moved from between her legs, across her stomach and lightly brushed each nipple. They responded to her touch and ...

... rose slightly. She teased herself with each hand, appearing to dangle over each nipple with her fingers ever to lightly brushing them. It seemed almost tantric. Her head rolled from side to side and she seemed to be building her pleasure again. As she caressed herself, her legs opened and closed in unison with the rocking of her head. I could now see the whole of her pussy, still glistening slightly hidden by a neatly trimmed bush. She spread her legs wide while her head swayed faster. Her fingers still tantalizing her nipples. High pitched squeals began coming from her lips. Her hips raised up and her legs opened wider. The swaying of her head turned into thrashing. Now I knew she was getting close. She raised herself higher, and sounds turned into those of pending orgasm, coming faster and shorter. I was in a trance watching. Both hands reached between her legs, two fingers from her left hand entered her as far as they could reach and began plunging in and out, her right moved her wetness to her clit and massaged as fast as she could. She then spasmed as waves or orgasm engulfed her. "Yes" she said aloud, almost screamed it as she rolled to her side almost fetally and shuddered for several seconds. As she came, so did I having never touched myself. It was incredible, which defines understatement. As we both calmed, I had to decide what to do and how to do it. Pleasure was replaced by panic. She appeared to be sleeping, even though I knew it was simply post climax rest. I guess ...