Sam couldn't take his eyes of this vision of beauty while he took a seat on the bed. She was so in need of a man's touch, she trembled with desire from just his hand touching her knee. He rubbed up and down, drinking in her curvy legs. His hands drifted up, only making a brief, light pass of her pussy, just to tease a bit. He caressed her tight stomach, feeling the corset under her dress. His fingers danced across her chest feeling her beautiful, soft, if a bit small, breasts. The sensation was obviously driving the little minx wild. She wanted him so bad it must hurt, and he couldn't take any more himself. He leaned in and started kissing her lovely neck, summoning little lusty moans from her. He traced her jaw with his lips and worked his way back down to her breasts, inhaling the scent of her perfume.
Quickly, Sam stripped off his shirt, followed by his shoes and pants, then settled himself hovering over the maid with his legs between hers. He scoped her into his arms, one hand around her waist, the other just under her head. He looked into her half lidded eyes and leans back in. When their lips touched it was electric, made all the more erotic by her squeal of delight. God, she was hot.
Alex couldn't believe what was happening as Sam sat on the edge of the bed, his stockinged leg making room. Sam's hand rested casually on Alex's knee and gave it a little rub, which made him shake a bit in disgust. What was worse was when Sam began to feel up his legs, exploring the curves the cursed stockings imposed on his form. It was gross, wrong and felt much better then he wanted it to. His heart jumped into his throat when he felt Sam's hand graze his crotch. If his panties stopped hiding his cock, then this horror would end now. The problem with that is dealing with the fallout of what comes after that. Alex sure as hell didn't want this to keep going but the alternatives were just as bad. Sam just kept touching him all over. When he got to Alex's chest, Alex tried to shake him off but his uniform only made him look like he was trembling. Alex wanted to stop him but couldn't prevent Sam from kissing his neck. Alex tried to protest but only moans escaped his lips. Sam's lips made a slow methodical, assault across is face and back down to if faux breast.
Without warning, Sam stripped. Things were getting worse by the moment, and Alex was afraid of how far this would go. Sam jumped back on to the bed and slid his legs between Alex's, pressing Sam's tented boxers into Alex's flat panties. Sam wrapped Alex into his arms and kissed Alex's plump lips. Alex tried to yell, but all that he could manage was a girlish squeal. |