Sweaty - Sex Stories

Sweaty

... presence, my hard-on twitched once again. Getting up, I padded barefooted to the fridge to retrieve a bottle of water from its cool interior. Her eyes followed me, a naughty smile hesitating around the corners of her full lips. On the way to the fridge, I pulled my sweaty shirt over my shoulders, allowing it to fly unceremoniously somewhere into a corner. Her eyes met my glimmering upper torso and I notice her swallowing a lump. Her breathing became a tad more laboured as she followed my every move. Shutting the fridge gently, I stepped up to where she stood, drinking deeply from my water bottle while maintaining eye contact. Our hearts were still beating rapidly, but perhaps the reason there fore was suddenly different. Heat was radiating from her depths, visible in her smouldering eyes. This was one of those moments. “Fuck!” she whispered. Grabbing my shorts by the waistband, she pulled me closer, her eyes not leaving mine. Then she looked down and as my chest almost touched her protruding, heaving breasts, she licked up the rivulets rolling down my chest. Following through, she let go of my shorts, lifting onto her bare toes and licked the moisture of my neck before biting lightly into the skin below my left ear. “Hmmmm, testosterone… yumm !” she whispered. Still standing close, she grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head, displaying her hard nipples standing like obelisks in the ocean of the sweat on her upper body. Pulling her closer, our lips fused ...

... together, our tongues duelling for supremacy. The shockwave hit me from my shoulders, down between my shoulder blades, eventually running into my shorts. I groaned loudly as icy water streamed all over my super heated chest. Throughout it all, I never kept track of where her water bottle might be. “Looser,” she taunted me again before walking briskly toward the hallway. At the entrance to the hall, she looked over her shoulder at me still trying to come to terms with almost a whole pint of ice-cold water squirted over by back. She shimmied out of her shorts and panties, leaving it around her feet, before wiggling her ass at me. Slapping herself on the butt, she taunted me again, “I whip my ass back and forth, I whip my ass back and forth,” before realising I was closing the gap between us with large strides. She let go of a high-pitched scream before running down the hall, giggling like a teenager, knowing she has it coming her way. Another scream burst from her lips as she looked over her shoulder, seeing me gaining on her. Halfway to our room I caught up with her, grabbing her around the waist with my right arm and pulling her into my groin. With my left arm, I rolled down my shorts far enough for my hard cock to bounce free. It was a matter of good aiming that allowed me to sink balls deep in an unexpected pool of wetness. She merely groaned and backed her one arm against the frame of our bedroom door. “You little bitch, now you got it coming,” I breathed in her sweaty hair and ...