Welcome to yet another Sunday and the continuation of the story Walter is telling his wife. A story about a woman who grew some kind of obsession for a man only seen a couple of times. Not keeping you any further from this spiced up Sunday. As if it wasn’t hot enough already. Hope you will enjoy.
The Sensual Story Teller! 7
Yet even in my sleep he haunted me. Waking up soaking wet with my hands squeezed between my thighs. Curling myself up even more like an infant I cried in shame and this weird obsession of this man. My body was aching, the touching of the lips had me cramp up and yet feeling so good.
Softly I slit a finger along the edge of my lips. Circling around this hungry gaping pussy up on one side to squeal a little touching the clit and back down the other side to feel it sucking in the tip. Teasing myself with a single finger tipping in till the first phalange, popping in and out making those wet squishy sounds.
Firmly pressing the base of my finger against the tiny sensitive little hooded clit the palm resting against the firm pubic bone, I am losing all inhibitions. With my feet digging into the mattress and knees apart pointing at the ceiling I rock my hips up and down against my hand. Circling my fingers around those velvet lips like he done in my dream, my head in a daze, I bring myself to an orgasm.
A short frenzy of sounds and jolts of excitement run through my body in waves of enjoyment and electrifying pulses. Words rolled freely and loud from my dry lips. “Fuck this filthy little cunt you fuck. Make me come for you”
The words had me by surprise and made me smile in content. Thoughts of the old Giorge ran through my mind. The little cold ice princess, sometimes distant girl was slowly disappearing. With a chuckle and red blushing cheeks I rolled across the bed. I was feeling like a little girl who has done something for the first time or how just had her very first kiss. Temperatures were rising again thinking of what I had done, being snapped out of a fairy tale story when the doorbell rang.
“Coming…”I rushed into some shorts and a t-shirt and opened the door. In fornt of me stood my mother with what smelled like homemade soup in a pot she was holding.
-“Hey darling, brought you some soup, heard you were not feeling very well. But from the sounds of it you wasn’t alone… were you with somebody?” Her eyes glance right past me across the shoulder.
‘Don’t tell me she heard me scream’ is all I could think of and started blushing in embarrassment.
There is more to tell you but I leave that for another story.
Walter closes the magazine and looks to his left where all this time vibrations have been coming from. The tugging on his arm the pushing of face against his shoulder, he grins. Right next to him is Greta moving around with her hand inside her panties. Arching her back and breathing in short burst. “Ooh fuck” and “God damn it” escape her lips if they are not clenched together. With nothing but good intention Walter reaches over to touch a breast and play with the nipple that was unattended.
Next week we will see what happens with the two love birds. And Giorge, as I will continue her story as well.