|
About:
|
" She nervously laughed again. "How sure are you that he isn’t out there looking for me?" She looked into my eyes.
I looked down at her, then out the window. "I’m pretty sure. He’d be a fool to be out there in ten degree weather, not to mention, stupid if he doesn’t think I’d defend you."
She smiled at that comment. "Ok, then I’ll try to relax some. What time is it?"
I looked at the watch on my wrist, and she seemed to notice for the first time that I was only wearing boxer shorts. "It’s almost midnight." I noticed her turn her head in embarrassment. I looked down and realized that my flaccid member was protruding from the fly of my shorts for everyone to see.
"Well," she turned, "it’s only fair that I got to see yours, since you saw all of me." She lay back down on the couch and covered up with the comforter.
I turned myself away from her, and stuffed my meat back into my boxers with more than a little embarrassment. I gathered the knife from the hearth, and headed back to the bedroom, this time shutting the door.
It was probably at least an hour later when I awoke again, this time to feel Laura climbing into bed with me. "Huh…what?" I stammered sleepily.
"Shh," she whispered, "It’s cold out there. You don’t mind do you?"
I simply turned away from her, without answering, and tried to go back to sleep. She pulled herself up towards me in a spooning fashion, and slung her arm loosely over my waist. I snapped my eyes open, now fully awake. She had crawled into my bed and was snuggled up to me, completely nude with her bare chest and legs firmly against me. I tried not to move or tense up at the shock that this lovely woman who was so scared, and fragile was lying against my mostly nude body. I could feel my cock start to harden under my boxers, which embarrassed me slightly because I started to feel like I shouldn’t be having the feelings I was having towards this woman who, up to this point, had trusted me to take care of her.
We lay there for several minutes, my cock had inched its way back out the fly of my boxers, and was now throbbing. It had been a long time since I’d enjoyed the company of a woman and it appeared that my cock was more than ready to be pleasured again. Laura shifted her position slightly, which dropped her dangling hand farther down the front of me. Was she asleep? I felt an electric shock come over my throbbing member as her finger grazed over the tender helmet and came to a rest just below it on my vein riddled shaft then stopped moving. I lay still, not wanting to move, the involuntary throbbing of my stiff rod against her finger, the only movement. I was afraid that she was asleep and didn’t know what she was doing, which meant that she wouldn’t finish what she hadn’t realized that she’s started. I was also afraid that she wasn’t asleep, and knew what she was doing. That would mean that she would finish, and I would have slept with a woman that, according to her, was married to the biggest psychopath known to modern society. Not a good situation in either case.
She took a deep breath, pressing her corpulent breasts harder against my bare skin, let out a soft, breathy moan, then wrapped her fingers around my engorged member, gently squeezing its girth. I let out my breath in a heavy gasp at the sensation of her delicate hand wrapped around my heaving cock. She started stroking gently, slowly moving her hand up and down the length, her breath coming faster, heavier now. She was awake all right, and knew full well what she was doing.
I turned over to face her. "I don’t understand." I started to say.
She put a finger to my lips and made a quiet shushing sound. She smiled. "I couldn’t help myself." She said, and then replaced her finger over my lips with her own mouth, kissing me. She parted her lips slightly and let her tongue drift lazily past my teeth, and danced around my mouth. My own tongue joined hers with growing, hungry, almost animalistic passion. I pulled her succulent body close to me, wiggled my knee in between hers forcing her to sling her leg over mine exposing her moistening sex to my skin for the first time as she ground her bare pussy into my thigh. Our bodies pressed together, writhing together, dancing to the music of lust and hunger. My hands roamed uninhibited over her soft, smooth flesh, her voluptuous breasts, her tender bare ass, and down her long legs.
Her hand once again found its way down to my pulsing rod, then to my sensitive scrotum, shifting attention to one, then the other.
"I want you now." She gasped as she tried to pull me on top of her. "I want you inside of me now!" She commanded.
I followed her lead and rolled on top of her between her legs. She shifted slightly, wrapped her legs around me and pulled me close to her, her hands reached down, stroking my manhood. She released, slightly, the hold on my with her legs, then guided my bloated beast to the entrance of her now soaking cunt. I felt the helmet pierce through the soft outer lips of her cavern of lust, as she tightened her grip on my waist with her legs, and drew my dick into her to the hilt.
"Oh God!" She exclaimed, her head thrashing from side to side. "It’s been so long!" Her breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck me Jeff, please." She gasped, "Just fuck me."
I pulled my cock out slowly a little ways then rammed myself back inside of her. Her sudden gasp as well as my own sexual depravity urged me to continue. My hips pistoned hard, our pelvic bones crashing together. The bed creaked, and shook as the headboard slapped against the wall in rhythm to our erotic ballet. I felt my ball sack start to tighten way too soon and knew that I’d soon spew my seed whether she was ready or not.
A soft squeal came from her pursed lips, her eyes opened wide, her legs tightened around me, as her entire body tensed up. Her fingers dug trenches into my shoulders and the sensation was much too much for me to bear. My cock erupted sending wave after wave of pleasure through my tense body. Her hips bucked wildly and a guttural grunt exploded from her now gaping mouth. She arched her back, grabbed upward to the headboard and her pussy exploded in a torrent of gooey wetness that covered my cock and balls, along with the sheets. The violent expulsion of fluid pushed my cock completely out of her contracting cunt. She reached between her legs, grabbed my still spewing member, and forced it back into her folds. She wrapped her legs completely around me locking her ankles together and squeezed me towards her not allowing my cock to escape her pulsing cavern.
She relaxed her hold on me, and let her arms and legs fall with a thud to the bed. My shrinking cock still inside, feeling her inner muscles clench periodically involuntarily, sending more waves of pleasure through my body, causing me to jump with each contraction. I rolled off of her, my now flaccid penis making a sloppy plop sound as I pulled it from her wetness and I collapsed on the bed next to her.
We lied there motionless for a time, her hand slung motionless over my heaving chest as we both let ourselves relax and catch our breath.
"Laura," I started to speak, but her hand found my mouth and covered it.
"Tomorrow." She whispered. "I’ll explain everything tomorrow." She rolled over towards me putting her head on my chest. I put my arm around her, gently caressing the small of her back as we both drifted off to sleep.
This story was taken from one these sites, check them out to find more sex stories:
|
