Sex With My Mom's Friends--Brandon and Sasha - Sex Stories

Sex With My Mom's Friends--Brandon and Sasha

... amazing things when it was time for the show, so they spared no expense to make everyone happy. That included staying at the same hotel used by the band, so when we arrived in Paris it was no shock to find that we were staying in one of the city's finest hotels. I've seen the flip side to that and, believe me, putting the crew in a low budget place while the band is living the life of luxury breeds resentment. These guys were smart, and kept everyone happy. I had told Sasha all about our dinner date and also told her to dress appropriately, as it was a pretty fancy establishment. I wore a jacket and tie and, when I knocked on her door I still wasn't prepared for what I saw. Sasha's roommate answered the door and was impressed by my attire, but she couldn't have prepared me for what I was about to see. Sasha was wearing a simple "little black dress", but on her there was nothing simple about it. It hugged her curves in all the right places and accentuated her sexuality. I was nearly speechless. "Sasha, you look wonderful tonight in that outfit. All the men at the restaurant are going to be very envious of me when they see you walk by. It looks like that designer had you in mind when he made it." The four-inch stiletto heels didn't hurt her appearance either. "Why Brandon," she said. "You look pretty delicious yourself. I'm so used to seeing you running around in sneakers and blue jeans that I wasn't prepared for this." "Well, I try to do the right thing once in a while. I've ...

... got a taxi ready for us if you're ready to go." I heartily recommend a taxi ride at night through Paris. It really is one of the most romantic cities in the world, along with the history associated with it. Sasha sat close to me as we rode to the restaurant and my head was in the clouds. She looked great, she smelled great and I considered myself so lucky to be with her tonight. I had developed strong feelings for Sasha during our little tea breaks. I told her nearly everything about myself and I was hoping that she felt the same way about me. Our dinner was classic French, subtle yet sophisticated. I never had many opportunities to try authentic French cuisine, but I knew almost immediately that I loved this. Of course, having Sasha right across from me definitely enhanced everything, including the conversation. When dessert arrived I found myself sad that our evening together was drawing to a close. The ride back to our hotel was quiet. I loved everything about our date, but a deep feeling of melancholy came over me. I wanted so badly to kiss Sasha, but I couldn't seem to summon the courage to do it. I've never been shy around women, but I was like a junior high schoolboy at his first dance, wanting to dance with a girl but afraid of rejection. There was something special about Sasha and it had quite an effect on me. When we arrived at the hotel I asked Sasha if she would join me in the lounge for a nightcap. "I probably shouldn't," she said, "but something is telling me ...