1. Gift Wrapped for a Final Fuck


    Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: Skidrow15, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    forearms while nuzzling the side of my face with his and stroking my cheek and hair with the fingers of the hand on the opposite side. I once explained to Karen that I’d enjoyed hugging both her and Greg while we were all naked because it represented a form of intimacy that our bound up society rarely let us experience. Not a sexual intimacy – or mostly not anyway – just a sharing of contact between two humans. She in turn had taken it as a form of communication; saying through the contact between our bodies how important and close our friendship was and in that she was right. I realised that is what Chris was now looking for too. His climax would represent the end of this weekend together; maybe even the end of any relationship between us. He’d get up, get dressed and go back to his conference; I’d go home and continue the paper I had to hand in Tuesday. He’d go back to Sydney and get snatched up by some other girl, I’d probably continue with the semi-monastic life the intensity of my study had made me choose. I was in no hurry to let him go and even as his erection throbbed deep inside my body trying to stretch itself up to my cervix and the hard buttons of my nipples pushed into the flesh of his chest I was touched that the urgency of his sexual needs had been suppressed in favour of this intensely intimate moment. I had a hand on his butt and another running my fingers through his hair when he turned his lips to my ear and whispered “I’ve had a fantastic weekend Kate. ...
    I’m going to miss you back in Sydney”. Oh god he was making this hard for me, and yet I wanted him to. This was more for me than just a fling with yet another himbo and I wanted to hear that I was more than just a vagina and a pair of tits to him too. It was something I knew, but I did actually want to hear it, even if it made me maudlin and tested the strength of my decision not to have a long distance relationship. From the moment we’d met there’d always been that extra connection between us; a chemistry if you like. Even though we’d spent little more than 22 days in each other’s company – three weeks last Christmas and these few days – he’d awoken emotions I normally crushed from my repertoire. Something I might even call the first arousal of a feeling of love. But I couldn’t afford to let it go further. That would be a soul crushing disaster – for him and me. “I’m going to miss you too Chris. More than you could know.” As his nose nuzzled the side of my face it intercepted a tear running down my cheek; smearing it. Damn. Now he knew. I didn’t want sympathy, but I wasn’t going to be denied this moment to wallow in romantic self-pity either. He didn’t say anything, simply bringing his face down next to mine so that our cheeks were together; whereupon my body betrayed me further by sending out more tears that ran down to where our flesh joined to be dammed there; collecting as a persistent damp reminder of how tempting his offer was. After a moment he brought his lips to mine ...