Dressing for Dinner
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: It's dinner time, but there's a problem with the dressing. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Illustrated .
Home from school, Lisa found Nils sunning naked on the patio chaise. “You look comfy,” Lisa said. “Let me just change and I’ll join you.”
“No need to change,” Nils said, patting the padded bench beside him. Immediately upon sitting, Lisa and Nils were kissing. As the kiss continued, Nils’ hand stole beneath Lisa’s dress. His fingers soon found that, as usual, she wasn’t wearing panties. And her sex was wet. And his fingers knew just what to do. Naturally her sex responded—the sweet jolts of orgasm.
After coming, Lisa lay back, her head cushioned by Nils’ lap. She rested for a time.
When she stirred, Nils said, “Let me just get changed, and we can go for dinner.”
“No need,” Lisa said. “Just stand at the edge here.”
With Nils in position, Lisa’s mouth found his cock. She didn’t suck so much as use her tongue. Nils’ fingers caressed her neck and jaw much as if they were caressing her cunt. His thumb brushed her chin much as if it were brushing her clit. Not many minutes passed before Lisa was coming again.
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