Renaissance of the Heart - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Renaissance of the Heart - Part 2

... unwound in the steamy confines of the shower. I emerged, fluffy and fragrant. I put on my best scarlet underwear, complete with black stockings and suspenders. I was ready to entertain my sexy guest. They say blondes have more fun. I was determined to make sure that my delectable, brunette friend was going to get her share. Elizabeth arrived as the night was falling on the streets, and a blanket of fog was hanging over the rooftops. The cold air had adhered to her coat, but was instantly replaced by the heat of her body as I slipped it off her shoulders. I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her, as her coat slipped to her feet. She had put on a black basque with equally alluring lace panties with a red trim. Our bodies squashed together in a mutual exchange of warmth and passion. Our lips met and our tongues united in sheer wantonness. “You’re like my lasagne,” I whispered. “How so?” “Soft layers of pure goodness, with tasty naughtiness in between.” Elizabeth giggled. “You’re funny.” “I was ages making that up,” I said, smirking, “Upstairs?” I added. “Hmmm… lead the way,” she said, her eyes sparkling. Elizabeth sighed as she followed me up to my bedroom. She said I had the best bum she had ever seen. My lingerie was specially picked for the purpose. I flicked on the light and led Elizabeth to my bed. Running my hands through her hair, I could feel the residual dampness from her shower at the roots. I kissed the top of her head, the scent of her scalp and shampoo ...

... infusing to form a sexy combination, which heightened my lustful feelings. Elizabeth looked up at me and I traced a finger over her chest, down between her cleavage. Her breasts were warm, almost pinching my finger, owing to the closeness of her basque. Her boobage was spilling over the stiff ridge of her top. I leaned towards her and we kissed slowly as I gently unlaced the garment with my free hand. I leaned over her, undoing the basque with both hands, my own cleavage squished around her nose, so that her warm breath teased my decollage. “I have a special treat for you,” I said as I pulled her top down, revealing her beautifully ripe breasts. Her nipples were plump and the areolae goose-bumped. I made her stand up, so that I could finish the unrobing of her beautiful body. I could feel her heart beating against my palm, before I scooped her boobs in my hands and sucked her nipples one at a time. “Is this the treat?” she asked. “This is just the entrée,” I answered, as I dropped to my knees and grabbed the top of her panties between my teeth. “I’m a lucky girl,” she said. “Elizabeth, darling, I’m going to take you to the moon and back.” “Ooh Cindy!” I inched down her panties, revealing the neatly trimmed mat of black pubic hair that fringed her delicious, swollen labia. I knew what she expected and desired, but I was going to make her wait. “I want you to lie on the bed and rest against the headboard.” “Okay. Like this?” “Yes, exactly like that.” “Now, relax and enjoy.” ...