Sex Stories

Then she went on and I fingered myself more. I kept fingering ever so slowly and soon I was ever so ready. Kneeling–I had a vision of her kneeling between my legs, licking me. I fingered and fingered and came.I was quiet–I can be quiet, but I was glad she wasn’t there: I realized my mouth had been hanging open and I shut it. Jay was awake again–he must have sensed my orgasm. I felt his fingers slipping in, joining mine. I like the feel of his fingers, of my love’s ministrations. He fingered me slowly–he knows. Then I was feeling that feeling again. He wasn’t stopping and I knew he wouldn’t. I wanted to make sure I didn’t lay there with my mouth open. The stewardesses weren’t there–they were in the front or something. Doing something. I thought of the dark-haired one standing with her skirt up, having the blonde lick her. My body stiffened and Jay’s fingers didn’t stop. Oh, it was even better.