Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
These stories are fictional, and the characters are not based on any single individual — though they are a compilation of characteristics and personalities encountered in real life, and in the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to any particular person is not intentional. These stories take place in a fantasy world where babysitters are always available and adults can come and go whenever they want to, where there are no STDs and no unwanted pregnancies resulting from unprotected sex.
The stories in this series tell the story of a young wife discovering her sexuality and sharing her discoveries.
———-
This is a continuation from Meg’s 2nd the bare pussy he had be ogling a few minutes ago now just a fraction of an inch away from his hard cock, separated by just a few layers of cloth.
Meg began a full-frontal body wave. He responded by pressing a little harder on her backside, pushing her crotch even closer to him. Meg could feel his cock touching her and could feel him get even harder as they continued body waves for several measures.
His right hand, holding Meg’s left hand, flowed in giant circles with the beat. Then, on the fourth beat, he lifted Meg’s right hand up high above her head, giving him an even better view of her tit as it lifted the breast to the edge of falling out of her top. Her areola peeked out at him, begging aksaray sınırsız escort him to raise her hand just another couple of inches. He held her hand high for two measures, savoring the body waves before returning to the flowing movements.
Then Meg, staring deep into his eyes, still sending him the nonverbal “fuck me” command, started the closed position forward and back step, rubbing her leg and abdomen on his cock on her three beat forward moves. On the fourth beat, Meg did a hip thrust pushing directly on his cock.
For the next three beats on the back motion, Brother Wright lifted his knee and gently ground his thigh into Meg’s crotch as they took turns grinding each other’s bodies back and forth, her cunt and his cock crashing together on every fourth beat. They were practically dry humping each other in perfect rhythm right there in front of their audience.
After a few minutes of this, he whispered in Meg’s ear, “I can’t take much more of this or I’m going to cum.”
“Go ahead. Nobody will see,” Meg whispered back. “Cum, for me,” she suggested, emphasizing the “me” as she did another set of body waves, simulating the motion of two people fucking each other on the dance floor.
She could feel his cock pulse between them, a couple of times, maybe a third time. I don’t know if he actually came, but amasya ukraynalı escort after a few more steps Brother Wright dropped Meg’s hands and looking straight in her conquering eyes, smiled, and said softly, “Thank you,” followed by a pause and then, as he came back to reality, a little louder, “… for the dance I mean.”
Meg stepped back and took a spin causing her skirt to flair out again, potentially flashing everyone watching. Even more moisture than before was running down her leg. Meg was breathing hard.
She then did a full-court bow to Brother Wright, noticing a damp spot near his cock as she bent over, her face at the perfect height to put his cock in her mouth. She looked up at his eyes and licked her lips. He quickly disappeared to the restroom. The tease was complete. Meg won.
We then invited the youth to practice some basic Latin dance steps.
Before refreshments, we had one more lesson to teach — dance floor self-defense. We taught them what to do if they were at a school or church dance and their partner did something they were uncomfortable with.
First Jenny showed how to lift Jeff’s hand away from her breast when he put his arm around her shoulder and reached down outside her top.
Then I took a closed dance position with Jenny and grabbed her ass. She slapped me on the face. antalya yaşlı escort (It was all pre-planned, so it wasn’t too painful.)
Meg then had Jeff stand behind her, putting his hands on her waist from behind. They began a grinding dance rhythm, and then he started to slide his hands up under her top all the way to her tits.
He knew there were no obstructions, so I think he went a little faster and higher than Meg expected. She was still talking to the youth when he got two handfuls of breasts. In the process, he lifted Meg’s top high enough to reveal the bottom of her breasts to everyone in the room. Meg took a quick twisting step away from him and grabbed his wrists.
Finally, I leaned in to kiss Meg like an inexperienced teenager. The plan was she would turn her head so the kiss would land on her cheek. Except she didn’t turn. Meg opened her mouth and began to play with my tongue. As she pushed her tongue inside, I twisted and curled my tongue around hers, pulling it further in, sucking her into our own private oral dance.
We French kissed for a couple of minutes in front of the young men and young women, who were intently watching as I got to first base. If we didn’t have an audience, I would have put my hands where Jeff’s had just been. Meg, the braver of us two, slid her hand down and grabbed my cock on the outside of my pants, gave it a squeeze, and then ended the kiss. I was her next teasing victim, I guess.
She told the youth, “Hey, it’s okay. We’re married. You can do stuff like this when you’re married — but not before! Okay, refreshment time!”
———-
Author’s note: this story was previously submitted and has been revised and re-edited.
Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32