The dinner party. - Sex Stories

The dinner party.

... dresser table situated beneath the huge wall mirror, I finally let my body surrender to the swell of sexual lust that had been plaguing me all afternoon. "You're cutting it a bit fine." The deep gruff voice sounded a bit peeved. "I sorry darling," I apologized teasingly, "But I couldn’t get away from the office as early as I wanted to.” I started kissing the fingers on his hand running my tongue around his wedding ring as I told my lie. In truth, I was so busy making myself cum, I'd forgotten all about the time. A disbelieving “Hmmm.” sounded behind me. “Do you forgive me?” I asked coyly as his strong hands began roaming over my hole body. He tried grabbing my breasts through my suit and despite my jacket denying him easy access I could still feel my girlies rising to the occasion. Frustrated by my clothing, his hands moved downwards and began writhing up and down my legs before grabbing my behind and squeezing it firmly. I felt the top of my thighs getting sticky again and involuntarily emitted a heartfelt groan. Although in all walks of life, I'm a well educated, sophisticated, and independent business woman, but being roughly handled gets me all wet and excited, probably some primeval urge usurping my modern day feminism, and even though I knew better, I just couldn’t help getting turned on. Hearing my desire only encouraged my handsome caveman some more and he pulled me brusquely against his hard body, continuing to feel me up. I felt his stiffness, nestled between my ...

... buttocks pressing deliciously against my back door and almost purred. In contrast to the rough handling my trembling body was receiving, soft lips kissed the nape of my neck. My lover knew exactly what he was doing. If there was one thing guaranteed to get me to spread my legs, then it was this and had I been wearing my knickers, they would have been soaking wet by now. Suddenly impatient fingers deft began unbuttoning my jacket and I could feel my nipples almost bursting through my blouse in anticipation. As my beloved discovered the nakedness beneath my blouse, I heard him gasp in surprise. "You horny fucking bitch! You really did it, didn’t you?” he said in amazement. A statement not a question. His thick rasping voice sounded excited in my ear and through the fine silk fabric, my naked tits reacted to being twisted and pinched just the way I like it. A girlish giggle escaped from my lips. "I did tell you darling," I murmured between erotic sounding moans, "When I said, I was taking off my bra, I wasn’t lying." My comment procured a low growl of anticipation in my lover’s throat as he remembered what else I'd texted him this afternoon. "So you're not wearing any panties either?" Although this was also a statement, the way he said it made it sound like a question. I shook my head. A roguish chuckle sounding behind me, had the effect of awakening me out of my sexual intoxication and not wanting to be so passive, my hands went on the prowl. Reaching behind me, I felt hard ...