On the Rim of a Fantasy - Sex Stories

On the Rim of a Fantasy

... the sight of her was instantly arousing. She could feel the plump saddle of her mound almost swell and then chafe hotly against the soft fabric of her panties in deliciously irritating way. The skirt came next. This time, here was only a single button at the left hip to contend with and, when it was undone, she allowed the skirt to fall with a deliberate slowness. As it slipped to the floor, she stepped toward him so that her feet were on either side of his. He moved then, tugging the tie of his robe apart with a single, fluid motion, and let his gaze fall below her hips. Her panties had been very carefully selected. Before meeting in person, he had once expressed a dislike of vulgarly theatrical lingerie and she had foregone frills and expensive lace in favor of the simplest of cotton bikini briefs. They were a pale, pastel blue with a scattering of tiny cornflowers and she could tell from his expression that she had chosen well. He leaned back slightly, parting his legs as he did so, and when he flaps of his robe slid open and apart, she could see that he was already almost fully erect. Thus far, the subject of his endowment had been merely speculative on her part. Their online discussions , though frank and torrid, had never touched upon the question even obliquely, and he had seemed almost reticence in comparison with other correspondents who often made wildly improbable claims about their equipment. Now, she could see, his silence was true modesty indeed for the thick ...

... heaviness of his member was very, very impressive. At the base, where it was encircled by downy curls, it was very nearly as thick as her wrist, and, though still curved by its own not quite turgid weight, it tapered along a good eight or so inches of length to a smooth, blue-pink glans not quite as wide as the shaft immediately beneath. She was very excited now, but when she raised her hands to slip down her panties for him, he reached out and gently grasped her wrist. ‘Not yet’ he whispered. He leaned forward now and placed his hands on her hips, sliding them down over the material of her panties and along the smooth flesh of her outer thighs. He slipped his palms around to the back of her legs and then upwards, just grazing the crease of her buttocks as he pulled her towards him. He bent his head and kissed the flat expanse of her tummy just above her waistband and then, quite deftly, hooked a finger inside at the point of each hip and rolled he front of her panties down to expose her sex. Though a natural ashen blonde on top, her eyebrows and pubes were very nearly black. She generally went natural down below and even though she might normally have trimmed herself for this encounter, she had not done so at his request and her bush was a dense, almost riotous dark tangle that burst from thickly her mound. He kissed it now, pressing his face into the thicket and, as he inhaled the rich, musky scent of her arousal, his cock twitched like an inquisitive puppy and suddenly ...