Tyler and the Dancefloor - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Tyler and the Dancefloor - Part 2

... cock in my right hand. I begin to slowly jerk them both, whilst lightly grinding my my hip. I grab the interior handle of the car with my left hand and arch my back; my head tilted all the way back and my eyes closed. I squeeze our cocks together hard as I jerk them. I can literally feel Tyler's pulse in my own cock, as he can no doubt feel mine. Before I can stop it, a moan escapes my lips. Tyler slips a hand under my shirt and runs it along my stomach. He reaches my breast and squeezes the nipple. Another moan escapes me, this one originating from somewhere deeper in my throat. The temptation to just slide him inside me is unbelievable. But I don't. We spend the entire journey with me slowly jerking us both in the back of the taxi. As we approach my house, I slide off him. Tyler zips up his pants, hiding his ragingly hard cock, and we both step out of the taxi. We walk quickly across my garden, partly because we are both obviously very eager to get down to business, but mostly because the neighbours don't take too kindly to seeing two people walking around with erections. Especially when one of those erections is quite noticeably bulging through a tight skirt. We get to the door, I fumble with the key for a few seconds, before we step inside. Tyler shuts the door behind him, and I turn around to meet him. I walk straight towards him and bury my mouth in his. I push him against the front door, and press my body against him. I slip my shoes off and begin to unbutton his ...

... shirt. “I hope you don't mind if I skip the wine and pleasantries?” I say. My breathing has become heavy, and I'm shaking slightly. My hands don't want to work, and I struggle to undo the buttons on his shirt. Tyler sees my dilemma and undoes the buttons himself. He unbuttons half of them before sliding the shirt over his head. His body is toned and almost hairless. His muscles aren't big, but they are all well defined. I take my own shirt off and walk backwards towards my stairs. He follows me, and we begin to kiss again, my breasts against his bare chest. I walk up the stairs backwards, clawing every inch of his back as I do. We enter my bedroom and I sit on my bed. Tyler stands just inside the doorway. I lie down and slide my skirt down my legs, lifting my ass up as I do. The top of my skirt catches on my cock as I pull it down, causing it spring free and thwack against my belly. I support myself on one elbow for a second, and look at Tyler. I take my cock in my hand and slowly begin to jerk it for him, lightly grinding my hips. He watches with intense fascination. I stop my little show, stand up and walk towards him. I unbutton his trousers and they drop, leaving his boxers in place. I kiss his chest, taking a nipple in my mouth and lightly biting it. “Mmmmm,” he moans. I kiss down his torso, stopping to lick his belly button, before squatting down in front of his cock. I gently kiss the bulge through the fabric of his underwear. There is a dark, wet patch on the fabric where ...