Halloween, Trick Or Treat – Mike’s Story - Sex Stories

Halloween, Trick Or Treat – Mike’s Story

... the rest of my life. Most of all, I wanted to make love to her. I’m not a confident person and perhaps it was my way of delaying the inevitable, but I made the conscious decision not to rush things, definitely no sexual advances. If I played my hand too early, I could frighten her off forever and that would be unbearable. I wasn’t sure if it was my lack of confidence or respect for her, it didn’t matter as I wasn’t prepared to take the risk. I had demonstrated enormous self-control up to the middle of March. Up to then we had been happy with just kissing and some light petting. Jo seemed very comfortable with that side of things; it was me who worried about coming on too strong and frightening her away. I couldn’t help thinking, if I don’t make a move soon she might think I don’t love her or get bored with me. That would be equally as disastrous. I had fallen in love with Jo and I desperately wanted to take things to the next level. I felt the time was right. I had to do something, so I hatched a plan. “I have the use of a friend’s cottage on the east coast. Why don’t we go away for the weekend, we could go on Friday and come home on Sunday?” I suggested. Not too original, but thankfully Jo agreed. We both booked the Friday off work and about lunchtime we packed the car and set off. We both knew that this weekend would result in us making love together for the first time. In itself a very attractive prospect, we were both conscious of the fact and both felt a little ...

... awkward. It was to be a weekend we would never forget. We arrived at the cottage mid afternoon and unpacked the car. We made some coffee and ate nearly a whole box of jam tarts, as we sat and discussed what to do on our first evening together. “Why don’t we stay in tonight? Have a meal, a few drinks and relax together,” Jo suggested. “Sounds ideal. We can get some wine and a takeaway,” I replied, trying not to sound too eager. Jo went into the bedroom and changed into her evening clothes. She put on a short skirt with a black and white striped top; she looked wonderful, as usual. Early evening we popped out to get some wine, calling into the Chinese takeaway for some food on the way back to the cottage. We chatted as we ate our meal. I made a point of only taking small sips of wine as I wanted to keep a clear head and savour what I hoped was about to happen. We finished eating so we took our drinks and moved onto the sofa. Cursed with shyness, neither of us wanted to make the first move as we sat together. Fate had led us to this point in time. Two young people sitting on a sofa having a romantic evening. We were about to embark on the most beautiful love affair of our lives. I summoned up the courage to raise the subject of sleeping arrangements. I took a deep breath and said. “Jo, I need to ask you something.” “Sounds serious,” she said. “What do you want to do about sleeping? I mean there are two bedrooms and two beds. I was wondering…” I blurted. “Yes,” she interrupted me mid ...