Last night I was suffering the Monday blues and found solace where I (and so many others before me) have done previously – a lovely glass of red wine! I had been at work quite late and was tired out, so we had dinner (my boyfriend and I) and then relaxed onto the sofa with a bottle between us.
The nights are drawing in so we closed the blinds and snuggled up.
We almost immediately got frisky; I guess my touching his dick through his shorts may have started things! It looked so nice, a half erection which I’d allowed to settle after giving him a huge hard on just as he’d got back home. I’d greeted him with a full on snog and a flash of my knickers; easy to accomplish because of the handy buttons up the entire front, which I’d only buttoned the middle three or four of.
His prick swelled immediately under the cotton of the shorts as I ran my hand over it, and we kissed sensuously between sips of wine. My barely contained breasts were soon in his hands, one of the upper buttons popping undone with the strain of the F cup bra and the creamy firm tits within.
For some reason I was absolutely in the mood to fuck and my nipples were pinged to massive attention under the bra as he prised his thumbs inside and ran them around the surrounding circles of dark pink. The smaller erections around that circle sprang up in a sequence, the thrill coursing through my chest and infusing my body with hormones, endorphins, whatever biology gifts us with sex.
He eased me back on the sofa, resting my head on the large cushion in the corner and lifting my legs up; then moving his hands onto my calves and running them up the smooth, still firm muscles of my legs. Reaching the knees he continued up the thigh of my left leg, lain by the sofa back, and eased the other leg off the edge so my foot fell and rested on the floor.
His face broke into a sexy grin as he realised between his arriving back, and retiring to the sofa, I had removed my panties.
Kissing my thighs, caressing them with his hands, gripping them hard in his fingers and stroking upwards, slowly, increasing the flow of juice that was starting to moisten the lips between my legs. I grasped my boobs and then my nipples under my bra, pushing it down so the cups lay under my orbs; forefinger and thumb holding the nips and squeezing them as they swelled with the washing arousal all over my body.
Taking a greedy gulp from his glass he dove back between my legs, this time with obvious purpose; taking each side of my dress in a hand and pulling it up, as I spread my legs to help him gain access to my bush and the shell shaped, wet lips of my love organs.
I felt his mouth brush against them and then the cold sensation of the wine he had kept inside it flow over my pussy – wow; that felt so good, a sluicing of temperature and feeling across my lips. They opened for his tongue and he wrapped his mouth around them, enclosing both them and a sizable remainder of the wine within a cavern of pleasure sucking on my womanhood.
Now he was lapping up and down, separating my flaps with his inquisitive tongue, stroking up from the entrance to the conjoining of the folds around the clitoris. Each stroke, upwards then downwards, he was pushing further inside me, opening me up and still the wine was stirring around my cunt. It was acting as an amplifier for his oral stimulation, each touch of his tongue on my sensitive labia feeling so much stronger than normal.
Squeezing my tits hard, I felt my body tense, every muscle straining from my arms to my stomach and my legs, clamping and contracting in sympathy with my vagina, spasming in rippling climax with the now body temperature wine spilling from the seal of my pussy and his mouth.
Not a bad way to spend an evening; and there was much more to come…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/54sqct/what_i_did_last_night_mforal
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