Monica - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Monica - Part 3

When we got to the room I opened the door and let her walk in first. Stepping past her, I went to the desk and placed my wallet on top of some papers as a reminder not to leave them behind. I then turned around to see her leaning seductively against the door. That familiar grin spread across her lips as one hand reached for the hemline of her skirt. She very slowly raised it, exposing her legs, and as it crept higher she beckoned me with her other hand. “Hungry?” She smiled. Famished better described my current state of mind. She continued her seductive reveal until the hemline reached an altitude that confirmed that she had left her panties at home. That's where her hand stopped; her eyes locked on mine assessing my reaction. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, knowing damned well I should move and at the same time unable to. As I stared, I could see her eyes were smoldering. Her hips rocked ever so slightly and my mind suddenly slammed the door on everything that wasn't Monica. She had totally consumed me and before I realized what I was doing, I had her pinned to the door. Our lips pressed together as if one of us was water and and the other dying of thirst. Our tongues meeting and embarking on their first dance, gliding and tangling gracefully as if they had been lifelong partners and knew the routine by heart. My hand reached up and cupped her breast as we kissed. I felt the nipple respond and harden beneath the thin material of her blouse and ...

... the bra that contained her. I kneaded the soft flesh and broke the kiss to press my lips to her, nipping at the nipple hidden just below the surface of the silk blouse. With both hands I started to fumble with the buttons and in a moment of impatience, I pulled at the material, tugging it apart. The blouse immediately flew open, the buttons sent flying like bullets, ricocheting off the walls and mirror before falling to the floor. “You rogue! You'll pay dearly for that blouse!” she teased, struggling playfully as I pushed the blouse open to reveal her shear lace bra and the nipples that presented themselves as if to say, “Hi! We're delicious! Come see for yourself!” How could I resist such a greeting? I bowed my head once more to take each one, bra cup and all into my mouth. My hand reaching down, sliding over her hip and thigh which she graciously raised to wrap around my leg. I held her leg in place and returned my attention to her sweet lips, kissing her deeply. She let out a slight moan as we kissed, which woke me from my reverie. My senses surrounded by the way she felt, the taste of her mouth and the smell of her. I slipped my other hand around her and picked her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around me, never breaking the kiss while I carried her awkwardly toward the bed. It always looks so damned easy in the movies! She's either heavier than she looks or I've grown weaker over the years. Better stick with the latter. I bent to place her on the bed. Misjudging ...