1. Dirty Little Secrets 2: One Step Leads To Another


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    near the thug he looked when he stood there, just inside the French windows that one time. He sounds normal. It’s comforting. The thrill of having him on the line, of hearing his voice, asserts itself. My body starts to tingle. I know I shouldn’t, but I say. “Do you think of me when you’re not… watching?” “I think about you all the time.” This is forward, and dangerous. “And what do you think when you think about me?” There’s a pause. It lasts so long I wonder if he’s hung up, even though I know he hasn’t. “I think about touching you.” He sounds so nervous even though his answer is so innocuous. He might have said anything. I blush thinking about the times I’ve urged, “Cum in my mouth! Cum for me!” Perhaps it’s his apparent innocence that makes me say, “That sounds nice. Is there anything else you think about doing?” “I think about kissing you.” “No!” I exclaim spontaneously. “Only Jo… Only my husband may kiss me.” As If I’d actually let my secret admirer do anything at all. There’s silence. I can sense the man withdrawing into himself. “On the mouth,” I clarify, though really this wasn’t what I’d meant at all. This seems to calm the young man, though he still sounds very nervous and tense. “I think about kissing you on the neck,” he says. “The neck’s good,” I say. I can hear him breathing nervously and imagine his hot breath on my neck. Beneath the sheets my sensitive breasts respond, my nipples harden. “Is there anywhere else you think of kissing me?” “I think of kissing ...
    your arms,” he says. “Mmmmm.” My body refuses to help my head, responding with goose bumps. This is becoming harder to resist by the minute. “I like the sound of that. Where else do you think of kissing me?” There’s a long pause before he says, “I’d like to kiss your feet.” I almost burst out laughing. Either he’s a foot fetishist or he’s about to run through my entire anatomy working up the courage to get to the really sensitive parts. What next? Elbow? Knee cap? Shoulder blade? I make my voice as seductive as possible, and by now I’ve had lots of practice. “Would you like to kiss my stomach?” There’s a sharp intake of breath. “Of course!” “Mmmmm! I like the thought of you kissing my stomach.” “I like the thought of kissing it.” His voice still sounds nervous, tense, strained. “Maybe I like the thought of it so much that I’d like you to be more daring.” There’s silence, save for breathing. Heavy breathing. “Maybe you should put your hand on my thigh as you kiss my stomach.” There’s a sharp intake of breath. “If you’d like me to.” I giggle. I’ve not long since experienced a heaving climax, and here I am getting all hot and bothered again. “Of course I would! Rest your hand on my thigh and kiss your way up from my stomach.” There’s pure excitement in his breathing, and it triggers an irrepressible response in me as he says, “How far up?” I giggle. “As far up as you like.” “You want me to kiss your breasts?” His voices echoes with disbelief. “Of course I do! I’d love to feel your ...
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