Promise
Copyright© 2017 by Bondi Beach
Chapter 8: Brown Girl Dreaming
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8: Brown Girl Dreaming - A promise is a promise. To her, to yourself, to those who depend on you. Love is the solution and the problem, we all learn that one way or another. The diplomatic life isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sometimes it's better. Especially in a country with ancient albeit unusual traditions and good food. NOTES: Please check the codes before you read. There is MM, oral, here and there (marked at beginning of relevant chapters). There are 25+ chapters, and will post in about six segments.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Ma/Ma Mult
WE’D BEEN DOZING TOGETHER that afternoon, exhausted after our prolonged session earlier. When I opened my eyes she was still asleep, the brown curve of her hip solid against me, against my growing erection. I heard her breathing, and below us in the courtyard the cries of kids and the slap of a soccer ball hitting the wall at the end of the garden.
Our sweat had dried in the high desert heat. When I put my nose against her hip her aroma, pungent and yet sweet, filled my nostrils. Sweat predominantly, yes, but there was just a trace element of her body lotion, the one she applied religiously, every time without fail, after her shower. She liked showers.
The sharp tang of her mixed with the flavor of my cum. I’ve sampled myself and found it uninteresting. I admit that, but sometimes in a show of solidarity it’s the right thing to do.
For now, I extended my hand to slide lightly over her hip. I can feel her muscles. They aren’t prominent, but they are firm under my fingers. She stirred at my touch and turned her head to the other side. Her legs parted slightly and I understood her message.
I ran my hand up between her shoulder blades, then back down over her hip and down her near thigh. Her legs parted a little more, and now her odor was stronger. My cock began to stiffen. I could hardly wait to put it on her, to rub it hard, and to put it in her and thrust, to rut on her. I moved my hand up toward her center but I detoured at the very last moment. I heard a “mmrph” sound when I did that and I watched her butt cheeks tense.
She wanted my hand, she wanted something, between her legs. I’m not sure she cared that much what it was. This time, when I returned I didn’t turn away, and my fingers found her wet, her pubic fur matted when I went all the way between her legs and under her. She pressed herself down on my fingers, and I slipped my thumb into her. She shivered at that and I heard an “ummph” sound this time. She pushed back against my thumb, and I began to thumb-fuck her as she became wetter, her fluids squishing at my movement.
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