Cougar Erotica: Sexy Snowy Boston Fantasy

 
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Read Part 1 Here: Sexy Snowy Spring Day In Boston

There was so much I wanted to know. Was he dating anyone? How old was he? Was I the oldest woman he has been with? But all the questions muddled together in a wave of desire when I felt his hands running up the side of my body. His fingers just barely stroking my jeans and long sleeve tee.

“Please don’t stop, I….”

My back arched itself pressing my body toward his. My body was responding to him as if it had a life of its own. “Please don’t stop, I….” my words smothered by his smouldering kisses. I tipped my head back and followed his lead. My tongue tangled with his, each of us reaching, probing, tasting.

“Roll over,” he said smoothing the fleece next to him. I responded instantly. He had complete control of the moment and I was bewitched by him. “That’s my girl,” he said in a low whisper. The next thing I felt was him straddling my thighs and his hands squeezing my shoulders. His body weight held me in place.

“I don’t suppose you would like a little massage now would you?” He teased. “Mmmmmm…” was all I could manage. He smoothed my tee shirt working his way down my back with soft strokes. Goosebumps hit me in waves. Feeling his hands on my body through the pima cotton of my shirt made me squirm with delight.

I inhaled deeply, if he only knew.

He returned to my upper back and put his thumbs at the base of my head. Slowly he kneaded the tight sore muscles across my back and shoulders. “Ouch!” I said involuntarily. “You ok?” He asked stopping in place. “Oh yeah,” I giggled, “Hurts so good.” “OK, let me work it out.” He said leaning his thumbs into the knot.

“Tough day?” He whispered as he worked his strong fingers up and down the muscles on either side of my spine. I inhaled deeply, if he only knew. Instead I purred, “Better now!” Thanks to the wine and his intuitive touch, my body was melting like butter on a hot steaming buttermilk biscuit.

As if reading my mind, he began to stroke my sides, fingers just skimming the sides of my breasts again. I couldn’t control the shivers that told him all he needed to know. He slid to the side and gently kneaded down the back of each thigh. My hips began to move and I moved my legs apart to get more comfortable.

He responded with nips and bites.

He started with my right leg and began squeezing just above my knee…both hands wrapped around my leg. Slowly he moved his hands up my thigh until his hands squeezed right at the crease of my bum, his fingers brushing tantalizingly close to my lady bits.

I couldn’t help the small moans and cries that were bubbling up out of me. He was making me feel better than I knew I could feel. I felt an orgasm coming. I was so hungry for release that my body began to buck under his touch.

Sensing my need, Steve rolled me over and pulled me close. He began to kiss me, my lips swollen with desire opened and pulled his tongue into my mouth. He responded with nips and bites. I squealed with delight. He laughed and kissed me harder. I couldn’t get enough.

I could barely breathe.

He ran his hand down the center of my body, between my breasts and slowly approached my legs. I lifted my hips to meet him. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted his hand on me. I reached to push his hand to my now damp panties. He said, “Not yet, not yet,” taking my hand and wrapping my arm around his neck.

He then slipped his hand under my shirt and crept up toward my belly. Soon I felt his hand on my naked breast, kneading my nipple with just the right pressure. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” I gasped. I could barely breathe.

Deep heaving pants took the place of my words and my orgasm took over. Shivering and convulsing, wave after delicious wave washed over me.

“Baby, Baby” I gasped as he held me tight, leg between my legs and holding my ladybits in a mesmerizing grip of pleasure.

“Take it in baby,” he whispered. “You deserve this.  Take it in.”

My breathing started to slow down and I melted into his arms.  A tear formed on my cheek as he stroked my hair and held me.  “Shhhh, shhhhh,” I heard.

“A real shame that snow storm cancelled my flight,” he laughed slowly, letting me sit up and reach for my wine.

“Yeah,” I grinned back…”Dirty rotten shame. And we have all night.”

To Be Continued – I know, I am such a tease, right?

OK…here is the next chapter:  Morning After Sex

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