Happy New Year - Sex Stories

Happy New Year

... our past in some way. I broke it saying that we couldn’t stay in the kitchen al evening, so maybe she would like to dance. We did so, not badly, though I am not a good dancer, but something in me wanted to show Georgie that I still could cut it. She must have been a great dancer, as she enhanced my poor skills and I think we looked pretty good together. She certainly felt good in my arms, her slim body pressing all the right bits against me, and by the time we had got to our third dance, a slow one, it was as though we had known each other for years. We just fitted, and I think she felt this as well, as she rested her head on my shoulder in the slow waltz. Then the music got louder and more frenetic, so we left the gyrating throng, and I asked her if she wanted more Scotch. She looked at me, and told me that no, she just wanted me. I looked at her, my voice just not working for a moment as I absorbed what she was saying. Then taking her hand, I pulled her towards me, and we kissed for the first time. Her lips were soft, but her tongue active as it met mine and danced in and out of my mouth and fought mine as I tasted her. Her body was pressed hard against, I could feel the fullness of her breasts against my chest, and the rise of her mount against my hardening cock. We broke for air, and said that we shouldn’t be here, and that my place is not far. She said her’s was closer. Hand in hand we left, ignoring everyone else, and she led me to her house which was at the end of ...

... the street. Inside she led me upstairs to her bedroom, and we once again kissed. Slowly we undressed each other. Her breasts were as full as they had felt when pressed against me, and her waist slim, her hips slim and her legs beautiful. The last piece of clothing I removed were her white lace panties, down over her knees, and off her feet. I took each foot in turn and kissed and sucked her toes, before slowly moving up her legs to her knees, bending them and kissing behind them, and then working my lips and tongue up to the soft skin of the inside of her thighs. She smelled wonderful, and I almost lost where I was but collected myself and worked up he rbody, kissing the curve of her stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button, and then finally cupping her breasts and sucking and licking each in turn. By now she was moaning and twisting, her hands working on my body, finally slipping my boxers of my hips and taking my hardness between her two hands, gently rolling it between them. Twisting round I left her breasts and parting her thighs with my hands dipped down to lick and suck her juices, which were flowing well by now. She tasted as great as she had smelled, and to my delight she had a large clit that I could just take between my lips and lick. Just after I had done that, her lips encircled my cock head, and her tongue worked its wonders across my glans. Then slowly she worked my length deeper into her mouth. It was heaven, and she had mastered her gag reflex well, as ...