Welcome to another part in our Sensual Sunday Story adventure. We are still following Walter telling his wife Greta a story from a naughty magazine. Today we continue the part where Giorge had called in sick due to a mysterious man, who somehow had gotten to her. First time here? Visit the Crow’s Nest for prior stories and parts of the Sensual Story Teller!
Sensual Story Teller! 6
Who is that man, and how is it possible I am losing my cool over him. I was called the ice princess at school. I just wasn’t interested in boys and certainly not those machos that have made it clear they only wanted to get in my panties. I had the best sex in high school with an older guy, a teacher, but we knew it would not last. After all he was married. It is those experiences that made me rethink what I wanted out of life.
I am okay with an occasional orgasm, a fling or two, all in favour to make my wish to become more than just a column writer.
But why is this man making me feel the way I do. A moan escapes my mouth. The muscles of my body tighten, stiffen my limps as I give in and touch my aching pussy. Euphoria! My body is like flying in ecstasy with every flick across my sensitive clit. My lips glisten, spreading the wetness with the firm rubs and squeezes. Opened up eagerly, I give in to the invitations, with a pink vibrator filling my wet cunt. So soon and so fast, I lift my hips up to orgasm with a scream.
My body falling down on the mattress, I ache and breathe shallow fast breaths. My muscles are trembling, cooling down from the tensing up just a few moments ago. While my body calms itself down I find myself blushing and embarrassed. That a man has this effect on me, I just cannot belief it. I cannot be obsessed with him, only see him twice.
“NO, NO. NOT ME!” I blindly slam open the door to the bathroom and ran the cold shower. “Am I going crazy?” The face in the mirror has her hair sticking against the skin wet from sweating. With a quick brush of the hand I clear the eyes and see a smile on the lips. “I still look like me, only more blush and tired. Yeah that is it, I am just tired”
Leaning against the wall I let the sprays of water run over my body from the neck down. “I am cool, I am okay, right?” I tilt my head back with my eyes closed. The water splashing straight into my face, I turn left and right to feel the drops and independent streams tease and numb my skin. Standing up straight I turn around while keeping the water flow in my face. With aching muscles I lay the hands flat on my face and run them across, over the scalp and down my long hair.
My hand turns the faucet and cuts the water flow. With my hands I rub over my head, pushing away as much water as I can. Holding my head back I squeeze the hair like a sponge before letting it stick against my wet back. I could not be bothered to dry myself up. I just did a quick wrap of a towel around the hair and head before getting back to my bed.
Soon as my body hit the bed I fell sound asleep.
Well surely hope you enjoyed another Sensual Sunday. As you might know, or not. I am a man and this story is told from a woman’s POV. So out of curiosity. How am I doing?: Leave a thought a comment or even some criticism if there is any. See you next week with more Walter and him telling the story of Giorge.