Story 35 #3
Then, Andy reached out to her. He pushed some of her loose hair back behind her ear. She bit her bottom lip shyly and looked into his eyes.
“So beautiful,” he said, half to himself.
Then, he leaned in to kiss her. She smelt the rich scent of his cologne.
His lips pushed against hers. This felt unreal, and yet it was happening; it was real.
He kissed her passionately, and she felt herself surrendering to him, giving herself over to him completely.
She raised one of her hands to his face. She felt the light scratch of his stubble on the palm of her hand. She moved her hand back behind his head, her fingers pushing through his hair.
His hands went to her waist and held her. She felt his thumbs pushing at the front of her body as he took hold of her firmly, pulling her to him. She went to him willingly. Eager and ready to give herself to him, to offer herself to him, ready to do anything that he might want her to do.
One of his hands stayed on her waist while the other hand moved around behind her back. She felt it resting on the small of her back, and then it ran up the length of her back, moving beneath her hair. She felt his hand on the bare patch of skin between her shoulder blades.
His fingers went to the base of her neck, then, pushing into her muscles there, massaging her slightly.
Then, the hand moved down her body, down past the small of her back now, going to her ass and grabbing it, taking hold of it in one hand,
He held her there, possessing her, and her hands went to his body, moving over his chest, feeling him through his shirt, marveling at him as she lusted after him. She pushed the tips of two of her fingers beneath the gap between two of the buttons on his shirt, feeling his body just the tiniest bit.
He moved in closer to her. She felt his body there and then her hands went to his shoulders before moving down his arms before moving back up and taking hold of his face.
His hands then went to her arms. They moved up the bare skin of her slender, delicate arms, all the way to her shoulders. She felt his fingers slip beneath the thin straps of her dress and take hold of them before pulling them down off her shoulders. He took hold of both of her bare shoulders, stroking them, squeezing them slightly.
Then, he broke off their kiss and looked down into her eyes. But then he turned slightly to look past her. She turned in the same direction and saw Rob standing there. She had almost forgotten about him. She was so caught up in the moment that she was sharing with Andy.
She looked at Rob, wanting him but also not wanting to give up Andy. Then, she looked back at Andy. He smiled down at her, stroked her face, and nodded slightly.
She turned to Rob, feeling Andy's hands slip away from her, and she went to Rob. He smiled at her as she drew close. Then, his hands were on her waist, pulling her to him, and she went willingly, eagerly. She put her arms around him, and then they were kissing.
She felt his hands move up and down her waist, feeling her gentle curves. His hands then moved behind her. One of them went up to the back of her head, his fingers sliding through her hair, holding her there as his kiss intensified. His other hand went down her body, down to her ass, grabbing hold of it and squeezing it.
He pulled her in even closer, and their bodies pushed against each other. She felt her dress sliding down slightly, now that the straps had been pushed down. Her first instinct was to pull it back up. However, she stopped herself. She didn't want to do that, did she? She wanted to leave things just as they were. After all, she was sure that the dress would be coming off completely soon enough.
He stepped away from her, breaking off the kiss. He smiled at her and reached up to stroke her face, his thumb moving over her lips.
He took hold of her hands and pulled her with him as he walked backward to the armchair.
He sat down and pulled her down to him. She sat on his lap, put her arms around his shoulders, and then they were kissing once again. She felt something hard in his pants pushing at her soft ass, and she knew just what it was. She began to move her body ever-so-slightly, rubbing at it. She knew what she was doing; she knew just how much she would be exciting him.
One of his hands was wrapped around behind her, sitting on the upper part of her ass.
His other hand was on her waist. It moved down to her thigh, continuing downward, down to the bare skin of her leg. She thought about when she had felt Andy's hand there. She had never expected that she would be feeling herself being touched there even more like this, by this man that she barely knew, who had been a stranger to her when she had gotten into the car that morning.
She felt him caress her leg tenderly. She pulled back from their kiss for a moment and looked into his eyes. She reached up and stroked his face, and then her hand moved down to the front of his shirt. His muscles felt like a solid mass beneath the shirt. She wanted more. She began to undo his buttons.
As she was doing that, his hand began to move further up her leg. It began to move up beneath her dress, and she felt his fingers spread out as he took hold of more of her soft flesh, as though he wanted to feel it all.
She felt his fingers move to her panties, brushing against them as she undid more of the buttons on his shirt. He began kissing her throat. She felt his breath there, hot and heavy as his mouth moved in closer, and then he was kissing her, nibbling gently at her skin.
She was breathing heavily. She had the buttons of his shirt undone, and now she pushed it open, her hands moving over his body.
She opened her eyes and looked over at Andy. He was standing there, just watching her, with a little smile on his lips. She looked at him, wanting him. She wondered how excited he was, how aroused he was at seeing her being such a naughty girl. She wondered how many times he had looked at her, wondering whether she would be this much of a naughty girl, wondering what kind of fun she liked to get up to, what sounds she made when she was being pleasured, what it felt like to be inside her, how tight her pussy would be, what she tasted like.
She looked down at his pants, and she was sure that she saw a bulge there. But she had to know.
She was reluctant to leave Rob, however. One of his hands was still beneath her dress. He had moved up to her panties, and his thumb had moved around to the front of them, rubbing lightly at her pussy through the thin material. It was wonderful, and she knew that there was more of that to come. He was lightly tracing the outline of her pussy, as though exploring her, teasing her, and exciting himself at the same time. She was still shifting herself against the bulge of his cock, and she was sure that it was even harder now.
She felt his other hand move up the side of her body and grab hold of one of her breasts through her dress. He was squeezing it, and then he was pulling on her dress slightly. She felt it slipping down, almost exposing her breast. She knew that in just a couple more seconds, it would surely come free. And then what would happen? There would be no stopping him. She thought about his kisses moving down to it, how wonderful that would be.
But as his hands continued to explore her body, her eyes met Andy's, and she knew that she had to go to him, no matter how much fun she might be having where she was.
Slowly, she untangled herself from Rob and got to her feet. She felt one of his hands go to her body, feeling it as she looked down at him.
He looked at her body, and then he looked up at her. He nodded slightly. He understood. But she was sure that he also understood that he would have his fun again soon enough.
She turned to Andy, feeling a whole new rush of excitement. She knew how dishevelled she must look, but she also had a good idea that he’d like that. It would show him just how naughty she could really be.
She walked over to him and stood before him. He looked at her with a smile on his face. He knew that she was his now. She was sure that he was enjoying the anticipation.
He undid the buttons on his shirt slowly while she stood there watching him.
He pulled the shirt off. She looked at his body, and her desire for him only grew even further. It was like an ache deep inside her, and she knew that there was only one way for it to be satisfied. And it was right there for the taking.
She reached out with a hand and stroked his body. Her hand moved right down to the top of his pants. The tips of her fingers lingered there as she looked into his eyes.
He took hold of that hand and pulled her to him, and then he was kissing her again. His hands were on her waist, and then one of them went to her ass while the other one moved up to one of her breasts. His touch thrilled her. The idea that this was happening to her didn't seem real.
He massaged the breast through her dress. Then, she felt him take hold of the dress and tug it down at that side. She felt her breast come free. He took hold of it, massaging it properly now, skin to skin. She felt the tips of his fingers dance over her stiffening nipple, felt him rub at it with his thumb,
His kisses moved to her throat. Her hands were on his body, feeling his muscles, feeling as much of him as she could.
She felt him push his body against her, felt the hardness of his cock against her, and then he was bending down to her exposed breast, lifting it to his eager mouth, kissing it, sucking on the nipple, his lips pushing at it, making her moan softly. She stroked the back of his head. This was wonderful, and she wanted more, more.