Hi bros,
Here is my humble contribution to this section. Let me start with this embarrassing incident and the story will progress for a few years with some exciting stuff to happen…
The first time I met Sheryl she was wearing bikini, and my first thought was, “Man! Except for those small tits, she has an incredible body!” She was pretty, even beautiful by most standards, and the rest of her body was incredibly, seductively, overwhelmingly feminine.
I started to get to know her better and we started dating for a while.
One summer night we removed our T-shirts and traded bare-skin back rubs. She, of course, kept her bra on. Before she could stop me, I unsnapped her bra and slid both hands around her chest. I held one of her tiny breasts in each hand, and she was completely shocked.
Sheryl tried to yank my hands down, but I pulled her back against my chest and kissed behind her ear. She began to cry. She wailed that I had to be disappointed and I wouldn’t want to keep seeing her. She couldn’t have been more wrong. I’d never before felt breasts like hers. My hands completely engulfed them. Yes they were small, but they were really firm. I could feel her nipples poking into my palm as I gently held and caressed her little boobs.
Sheryl was pressed against me as my erection quickly filled my shorts. I felt her stiffen as she became aware of its pressure against her behind. And then she stopped crying. She began to inhale quickly and exhale with long, slow moans. She rocked her hips forward and back, rubbing her behind up and down against my penis. I could feel the muscles in her behind flexing and relaxing, and I couldn’t control my reaction. She reached up and smashed my hands against her breasts as I felt several bursts of cum splashing into my shorts. I squeezed her breasts hard and she suddenly screamed.
After a few seconds her hip thrusts against my sticky crotch became less frequent. Abruptly she went limp.
I couldn’t hold her up and we fell to the ground together. I continued to caress her breasts with one hand while we kissed. Several minutes later she whispered, “What’s that smell?” I was embarrassed, but I pointed to the wet stain spreading across the front of my shorts. She squinted at it for several seconds in the poor light, she kissed me really hard.
“I did that to you? Really?”
“I couldn’t hold back, Sheryl. You were so . . . excited . . . and . . . "
Sheryl lay crosswise on top of me and we kissed again, both of us still topless although her bra was around her neck and still hooked over her arms. I felt her hand pressing against the damp area on my shorts. It was the first time she’d ever touched me below the waist. She almost bit my tongue when she started to giggle. “I didn’t know guys could do that with their clothes on! I thought you had to . . . take it out or something.”
“Well, rubbing your tits turned us both on. When you started to get excited, I lost it. I’ll probably never get the stain out of my shorts.”
Sheryl laughed, then nuzzled against my neck. “Are you sure? My breasts aren’t too small? Aren’t you disappointed?”
I still had a hand on Sheryl’s bare chest and I began to pull on her nipples. When she began to make little moans again, I pushed her over on her back and started sucking on one of her breasts. I could pull it completely into my mouth. She suddenly pulled my mouth off her, slipped from underneath me, and put her bra and shirt back on. “No! Not again! It’s too soon! I want to remember it. Call me tomorrow!” With that she ran toward her parent’s house. I didn’t even get a goodnight kiss.
This was obviously the first time Sheryl had been with a guy when he ejaculated. I smiled to myself. As sensitive as her little tits were, I knew I could get into her pants without much trouble. I laughed, thinking about other men who hadn’t bothered to try because they thought she was too small upstairs. I was going to score soon. I hope……
(To be continued)
I planned to patch up with Sheryl when I returned home. My stomach turned to ice when I saw Katie, our maid, sitting in our family room and watching a movie with our two girls. Sheryl was either going out somewhere or she had already left. If the latter, since her car was still parked outside, who had driven her? My happy mood immediately soured.
Katie sprang to her feet. She looked really surprised to see me. “I didn’t know . . . Your wife didn’t say you would be here tonight! Do you . . . Is everything okay?” She asked.
“Katie, I’m sorry. I wasn’t due back for a couple of . . . until next week. Is Sheryl going out somewhere?” I didn’t stop to think how this would sound to Katie, and her surprised look turned to one of apprehension.
“She left a little while ago. Sh-She left a number. In case I had to call. She s-s- said she’d be out pretty late,” Katie stammered. She was staring at me and was obviously upset by the confused look on my face.
I forced a smile. “Katie, it’s fine! I’ll clean up and join her. I just didn’t know she was going out so early,” I lied. I panicked. I felt confused and dizzy, and more than a little frightened. Had Sheryl really hired Katie so that she could cheat on me?
I carried my bags back to the master bedroom and unpacked. There was moisture from the shower in the air, and I could smell the scent of Sheryl’s favorite perfume. Where the hell was she? With whom had she gone out? And where? I vowed to get answers - no matter what the cost. My happy homecoming had turned into a nightmare. I told myself to stay calm and THINK.
(To be continued)
Sorry was busy travelling… continuing now..enjoy!!
I sat on the bed and inhaled the heady, cloying scent of Sheryl’s perfume. My head started spinning again. I realized I was clenching and unclenching my hands. I unfolded the crushed piece of paper on which I had written the telephone number, and I stared at it. Whose number was it? Was it a hotel? Was Sheryl with a lover? It took me several minutes to calm down enough to think things out before I made the call.
If Sheryl was at a hotel, I planned to go over, find out what room she was in, and confront her. I had a frighteningly vivid vision of killing Sheryl in the arms of her lover. I knew I could shoot her if I found her having sex with someone else. Even though I didn’t know what was going on, I was working myself into a jealous rage.
I was more worried about other things.
What if her lover answered? Could I follow through with my plan? Or would I lose control and become too furious to talk rationally? If that happened, how would I find out where she was?
I was shaking so hard I couldn’t read the numbers on the telephone. I took several deep breaths and gathered my thoughts. First things first. Before I did anything else, I had to make the call. I replaced the handgun in the drawer and I dialed the number. It rang three times.
“Hi, I’m Christopher!” said a masculine voice. “And I’m Viv-ee- un!” said a throaty, sultry woman’s voice. Christopher? Fann? Who the fuck were Christopher and Fann? Thereafter the two voices alternated sentences. I’d obviously reached an answering machine. I was completely unprepared to hear two voices, but I recovered in time to listen to their recorded message.
“If you need directions to the party, stay on the line! If you want to talk to one of us, touch the number one for Christopher and the number two for Fann and leave a message. We’ll be busy having LOTS of fun at the party - Hah! Hah! - so we won’t be listening for the phone. But we’ll eventually check our messages and call you back. But don’t be impatient! You know how our parties are! Now, if it’s your first time, here’s how to get to our place! First, head north on . . .”
I copied down the detailed directions which followed. Although I had never been to their home, now that I knew where it was, I figured out who Christopher and Fann were. I had read in the society pages of the Straits Times that they had recently purchased and renovated a home several miles from town. I wondered how Sheryl had gotten invited to their party since we weren’t in their economic or social circles. Then I understood. Her lover had taken her as his date!
I decided if Sheryl was invited, then fuck them, so was I.
I checked Sheryl’s underwear drawer and verified that her best strapless bra was missing. I slammed the drawer closed. Besides, how likely was it that she would sneak out and have sex during a party? As much she enjoyed sex, she was much to shy for that! She was even embarrassed when I kissed her in public.
I shaved and took a quick shower. Twenty minutes after I said goodbye to Katie and kissed my daughters goodnight. I was heading to the party.
(To be continued)
Bro, how was the party? And how did your story with Sheryl go? Hope all is well, take care. Cheers……………………..
Your story turn me on man… Not most of the guys (except my bf) are like you, so guai… I wish my bf would turn me on like what you did to your wife…