Community Involvement Ch. 13 - Sex Stories

Community Involvement Ch. 13

... evening light. To make up for the missed day, Michelle strenuously insisted that she would cook a sumptuous meal. I provided the wine and set the table but generally kept out of her way. “I don’t want you soiling my efforts.” She joked as she fussed and chopped. The meal was superb. A french dish with all the trimmings and a delectable sauce which we washed down with two bottles of Margaret River Shiraz. We turned in early but the effects of the wine on the both of us meant we simply curled up in each others arms and drifted off in blissful sleep. It was well past my usual rising time when my eyes finally focused on the bed side clock. I rolled over and propped my head on my arm as I watched my sleeping companion. The bed clothes were bunched about her waist and I gleefully watched the swell of her breast as it gently rose and fell with her breathing. It was slow and measured indicating she was still in dreamland but it was all I could do to refrain from reaching over and tracing the faint hump of her nipple showing through the thin fabric of her night dress. ‘Bugger,” I swore to myself, “I need to pee.” I slowly rose from the bed and padded across the carpeted floor to the bathroom and quietly closed the door. Once refreshed and comfortable, I quietly opened the door. Michelle was still sound asleep so I went downstairs to make us both a cup of tea. As I reentered her room she stirred. “Come over here you,” she said in a somewhat groggy morning voice. “I have brought the ...

... lady of the house a morning cup of tea.” I responded. “Thank you but I think need to get over here and give me a kiss.” I walked over and placed the cup on her bedside table and bent down, placing a soft kiss on my lovers lips. Michelle pulled me down and rolled over on top of me, pulling the sheet away as her body lay on top of mine. She kissed me deeply and snaked her hand down to find my penis. “You better not start something we can’t finish,” I warned. “Who says we can’t finish?” she laughed. “We don’t have anyone to rush about for today. It is just you and me.” “Good point.” I answered. “Ray?” She asked with a shy little girl sort of voice, although the way her hand had made my cock rock hard, she was nothing like a little girl. “Yes.” I answered warily. ‘Do you remember my text message?” ‘Which one? You have sent so many.” We both laughed. In fact we were both guilty of sending numerous suggestive messages to each other. “The one from the airport. The one in which I asked you to buy a certain, um. apparatus?” “Oh! That message.” I feigned nonchalance. She playfully slapped me. “You know very well what I mean.” “Yes, of course I remember.” Bracing myself for the next onslaught which never came. She laughed at my reaction. “Well? Did you do it?” “Yes. I bought it.” I was not going to give her information too easily. “Well where is it?” She sat up excitedly, relinquishing her grip on my pole. “It’s in my back pack down stairs. Shall I go get it?” “Is the pope catholic?” She ...