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Sherry, The Story Teller Pt. 2

Date: 10/11/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

at my suitcase and laptop. “Let's take one night at a time.” “Cool! I can handle that.” “Good.” We clicked glasses and sipped our champagne. I took off my shoes and walked barefooted across the plush carpet to the other side of the apartment and looked out at the city lights. He followed and I knew he was looking at my ass in the tight skinny jeans. Little did he know what other clothes I had in my suitcase to use for our role playing and wondered what stories I would tell after the one I had started last night. To say I was winging it was an understatement. He stood behind me with his arm around my waist. His cologne and the feel of his body holding me was soothing. I closed my eyes and savored how it felt to be standing there and, for a moment, forgot how dangerous he was and how romantic it felt to be in his apartment looking out at the city and drinking champagne. He kissed my throat just above the collarbone and a shiver went through me. I took his hand away and, facing him, smiled into his eyes,“So do you want to hear the rest of my story? ” “ Sure, why don't we get a little more comfortable in my bed?” I finished my champagne and handed him the glass. “How about a little more champagne.” He poured me and himself another glass and I took his hand and led him into the bedroom, but then remembered my suitcase and knew I had something I wanted to change into before I told him the story. “ I'm going to change my clothes, Angelo, then finish the story. Why don't you get ... undressed and put on that sexy robe you wore this morning and I'll be right back.” In the bathroom I squeezed myself into the cut-off jeans I've had since I was fourteen. They were so tight I could hardly button them and so short I knew my ass cheeks showed, but I knew they would make his eyes pop out. I kept the black tank top on, but took my bra off then put on the cowboy boots I had squashed into my suitcase. I tied my wild hair in a ponytail and became a farm girl. When he saw me in the tight cut offs, ponytail and the cowboy boots, his eyes looked up and down my body. “ You're some storyteller,” he said. “ Thanks. You're going to like the rest of my story.” I have to admit I liked how he looked at me, but I was determined to stay out of his clutches and entice him to let me stay. I walked around to the other side of the huge king-sized bed and crawled towards him on my hands and knees, knowing my breasts were showing, then moved to lay next to him with my head on the plush pillow against the backboard, loving the feel of the black silk sheets, then I leaned up on my elbow and looked down at his grinning face. “ Why are you grinning?” I asked, curious. “Because I think you're funny.” He had a smirk on his lips. “Funny? Why do you think I'm funny?” “Because you think telling me a story and dressing up like a little farm girl while you tell me a hot story is going to make me let you stay here past tonight.” “That's right and you're going to like my story so much you won't want ...