Lahat ng Kabanata ng Midnight Cravings: Steamy Erotic Stories : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Em retreated, smiling while Sarah began rubbing her clit with her fingers. Em reached behind and removed the platter skirt which was attached with velcro and tossed it aside. She took off the bloomers, revealing that the maid outfit was a bodysuit too. Em reached between her legs and unsnapped the crotch of the outfit and climbed over on to Sarah in a 69 position. Her face went down between Sarah's legs again and she started sucking and licking Sarah's pussy.Sarah looked at Em's bald cunt. She sniffed it, not detecting any bad odor. It was a musky smell. She worked her fingers just inside it and felt the wetness of it. She pinched Em's clitoris between her thumb and forefinger slightly and rubbed it in between them, causing Em to shiver."Stop teasing me, Sarah," complained Em.Sarah enveloped Em's pussy with her mouth. She began licking her pussy lips and tonguing her clit; stopping to suck on it a little. Em shivered behind her mouth"God, I love it so much!" cried Em. "You're gett

When you come home from work, I hear you hang up your keys and coat and kick off your shoes by the door. Heaving a big sigh, I can picture you walking through the kitchen and stop when you get to the table. It's past midnight and you don't call out to me or make any noise. You probably think that I've already dozed off but tonight you are so wrong. I have a surprise for you. I hear you give a low laugh when you see what I've left for you on the table. There is a quiet pause while I picture you reading the note I have written for you. A pair of skimpy blue panties are on the table next to the note. I listen as you climb the stairs. There is soft light coming from the bedroom and when you come in, you see me sitting on the end of your bed. My hair is down around my shoulders and I am wearing a very short and very sheer blue nightie. The room is warm, lit only with candles and it smells of coconut and honey. You can hear quiet music in the background. When you come in, I give you

Becky stood up, brushing the front of her shorts down. "We're got to find out what apartment he's in.""But how?" Sally sat down, her knees still weak.Trish paced and thought. "His window is the third from the corner of the building. We simply have to go down there and count apartments from the corner. Should be easy."Becky smiled. "But who'll go? All of us? That'd be suspicious."Trish stepped into the kitchen and returned with three toothpicks extended from her fist. "We'll draw lots. Long straw has to go." She straightened the toothpicks and held them out. "Becky, you saw him first, you draw first."Becky licked her lips and leaned forward, taking the toothpick on the right.* * *Sally quietly walked along the third-floor corridor, watching the numbers to her right. She felt nervous, but tingling from head-to-toe. She knew that the apartment they'd been watching must be one of the ones she was walking past, but couldn't figure out exactly which one. They'd counted windows in the

if you don't mind." She smiled, then waited, watching his blue eyes.Terry smiled, looking for something. "Naw, I don't mind. I don't mind at all."Sally put her hands on his face. He was coarse, needing a shave. He closed his eyes. She leaned down and kissed him once, quickly, then backed away, watching.He opened his eyes. "Would you please do that again?"Sally leaned down slowly, watching him and kissed his lips again. She put her hands behind his head and pulled his mouth to hers, pressing her lips hard against his. She inhaled and stiffened as she felt his hand cup beneath her breast and press upwards. As he squeezed her gently, she relaxed and moaned. He placed his other hand behind her back and pulled her off the chair and onto the floor. Sally fell against his chest, never losing contact with the kiss. He fell back on the carpet and wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him. Sally straddled his left thigh. He lifted it, rubbing its muscles against her pussy. She moaned

I had noticed her here and there. I'm not going to lie and say she was some bombshell who looked better than a woman half her age. She had dirty blonde hair, large breasts with a bit of a sag, a stomach with the slight pouch of a woman who has had kids, and a large, meaty ass--all not bad for a woman of her age. As for her age, she was somewhere between her late forties and early fifties, at a guess. I'm not so crass as to ask a woman her age. She often tended to the flowers outside her home, dressed in either a one-piece bathing suit that clung to her body well, or short shorts and a tank top or sports bra.I had been driving home from work, bumping slowly down the one-way dirt road that led to my house. Her home was just before mine, and as most days, I glanced over and saw her. She was attempting and failing to lift a wheelbarrow. Well, I refused to be a shitty neighbor, so I pulled into my drive, parked, and headed over to help."Let me do that, Ma'am.""Oh, thanks. I guess I over