Sex in New York part 2

It was an older building, and they climbed the stairs to the fourth floor. He let her go first so that he could admire her neat backside. The short skirt just covered her panties but little more, and her long smooth legs were a delight. They reached the landing; she let him pass and unlock the door to the apartment. ‘How lucky I am!’ she thought ‘to be able to stay in such a nice place.’ He showed her the facilities, then they stood together looking out of the window at the street scene below. Neither spoke for a while, then she said ‘It’s been a long day. I’m going to have a shower now. Is that OK?’ He nodded. ‘Good idea after your journey. You go ahead. I’ll let myself out when I’m ready.’ He stayed by the window as she went to the bedroom, opened her case, and found a towel. The only one she had until the majority of her luggage arrived was a hand towel, but it would have to do for now. She went in the bathroom, locked the door, undressed, and luxuriated in the shower for an age.

She thought about Peter, his hand up her skirt. Maybe that was all he wanted: after all, he was a friend of her father. But she didn’t like to admit it to herself, she had actually enjoyed it. As the soapy water ran down her, she stroked her stomach, then tried to replicate how she had felt in the car. Her hand slipped between her legs. Oh, how exciting it had been. She had masturbated many times in the past, but it had been different with a stranger. Yes, he had stroked her clitoris, just like this. Then his finger had slid inside her, just like this. In, and out, in, and out. Her other hand on her breast, just as he might have done if they’d been somewhere else. So good.

It didn’t take long for her to cum, and it was good, better than she’d ever managed when alone. A pity he’d gone, then. But best that way. After all, he knew her father and her mother, and who knew what he might tell them. She switched off the water and climbed out. She dried as best she could with the hand towel, checked her hair in the mirror, then, quite naked, opened the door. Oh shit! He was still sitting there! Quickly she laid her right arm across her tits and her left hand covering her pubes as best she could.

‘Oh, Charlotte, no need to be embarrassed!’ he said. ‘But… I thought you’d gone.’ ‘I was just thinking about the taxi ride! You liked it, didn’t you?’ He stood up and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her on the forehead. He was a good six inches taller than her, so gently pushed her head back and pressed his mouth against her lips. As they kissed she pulled her arms free and held them around his waist. ‘You are beautiful’, he whispered, ‘just like your mother.’ His hands moved to her waist and pulled her closer to him. She felt his stiff cock press against her belly. ‘We shouldn’t do this. You’re a friend of my parents.’ He laughed; ‘Yes, I know them very well indeed. If you only knew!’

He turned her round and found her tits with his hands. He stroked gently, pinching the nipples and making them swell. She responded by putting her arms behind her and finding his erection. As lightly as she could, she ran her fingers along its length. He swung her round to face him; nothing was said. He removed his trousers, pants and socks, and she helped by undoing his shirt. Off it came, and he was now as naked as her. She looked down and saw his impressive cock. Her hands went back to it, enclosing it, and stroking along its length. They looked into each other’s eyes and read each other’s thoughts.

‘You’ve done this before.’ he said. ‘Only with my boyfriend, but he can’t stop himself cumming quickly.’ ‘Does he put it in your mouth too?’ he asked. She shook her head from side to side. ‘Would you like to do that for me?’ She paused, then hesitantly nodded. She went down on her haunches, slowly lifted his cock to her mouth, then wrapped her lips round the end. He pushed gently, and she allowed it to enter and sit on her tongue. He rocked backwards and forwards, and her lips and tongue encircled his throbbing erection.

It went on for what seemed ages, then he pulled out - ‘Too good. I need to put it somewhere else now.’ He lifted her to her feet, then picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her on her back, her knees up, pushed them wide apart, and mounted her. His cock was slick from the pre-cum, and he pushed it into the mouth of her cunt. She was tight, as he had expected, and he had to carefully manoeuvre between the lips, but soon he was in. It was a long time since he had enjoyed a vagina which gripped him, and as he moved it was if her hands were again wanking him. He gradually increased his thrusts, feeling her respond, and knew that she would orgasm. He wanted to time it right, and just as he came she shook and screamed out loud. It was perfect.

As they lay there afterwards she said ‘That was fantastic, I never exploded like that before.’ ‘Ah, you just need someone experienced to show you the way.’ ‘Are you offering?’ He laughed. ‘Maybe.’ Again they were silent. ‘You won’t tell my Mum, will you?’ ‘Of course not.’ Silence again, then ’Peter, you said earlier that you knew my Mum and Dad very well and smiled. Do you want to tell me what you meant?’ He paused for a while. ‘Well,……..’