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

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

... that I'd regret that. I'd be happy to join you, Brandon." That brightened my mood considerably. We sat at a small booth in a corner and ordered wine, Chardonnay for her and a nice Bordeaux for me. As we sat there, so close to each other, the tension in the air was thick. I decided to take her hand in mine. As I touched her hand I noticed that my hands were shaking. "Brandon, what's wrong?" Sasha asked. "You're shaking like a leaf. Are you okay?" She reached out and took my hands in hers. "Sasha, there's nothing wrong, actually. I guess I'm a little intimidated by you, that's all." "Oh, come on now!" she shot back. "All those afternoons together and never a sign of this. Why all of a sudden do I scare you?" "You don't scare me, Sasha. It's just that I'm staring to feel closer to you. I'm afraid that you won't like me in the same way, that's all." Sasha began to laugh. "Oh, thank God. I was feeling the same way about you!" Suddenly my shaking stopped. This time I took her hands in mine and leaned across the small table to kiss her. It was just a light peck on her lips but it meant so much, promised so much. And she kissed me back. When we broke the kiss Sasha was still there, which reassured me that I wasn't dreaming all of this. "Sasha," I began softly, finally finding my voice. "I'm not going to lie to you, but I've thought about that kiss since the moment I first saw you. You are so beautiful I never dreamed that it could happen, that someone as gorgeous as you would give ...

... me a second thought. Am I making any sense?" Sasha's smile turned into a light chuckle. "No, for once in all this time we've been seeing each other you aren't making any sense. You are a very handsome and intelligent man, Brandon. I'm the one who should feel fortunate that you are here with me tonight. I've been waiting for that kiss a long time myself." I never thought that she might be interested in me romantically. I thought that she saw me as just a friend who she enjoyed talking with. This was good news indeed. The server arrived with the check. I took care of it and we left the lounge. On our way through the lobby I remembered that the hotel had those horse-drawn carriage rides available. "Sasha, I'm not ready to call it a night just yet. Would you please humor me one last indulgence tonight?" Sasha looked puzzled, but she nodded her head at my last request. We walked to the front of the hotel and I went to the doorman and spoke with him. A few minutes later a carriage came up to the taxi stand. I took Sasha's hand and led her to it. "Your ride awaits, Mademoiselle," I said in my best French accent. Sasha giggled and stepped up into the carriage. We sat close to each other under a plush blanket as the carriage pulled away. It was a lovely cool summer evening in Paris and the sights along the way made for a very romantic ending to our date. Sasha put her head on my shoulder and leaned against me as I wrapped my arm around her shoulder to hold her close. "Brandon," she ...