Sensual foreplay Stories

The next morning, Pam made the corrosive caffeine. She was wearing a big smile when she brought it to the bed. “Well, good morning, sunshine. Someone has a major happy this morning,” I took the coffee from her. “She and I are still smiling from last night. I loved the Pointers and Setters Bar. Especially after “closing” time,” she giggled, then sipped her coffee. “Mark, are we going to Clem’s for breakfast? I don’t know w...

I felt Pam sneak back into bed, then she cuddled up next to me. She pulled the covers up to her eyes and shivered. Yep, that little cold butt found my warm torso, I smiled to myself. “Cold?” I inquired. “No,” Pam giggled. “Sooo, is that an ice pack from the cooler?" I asked. Pam giggled. “No. It’s me,” she giggled and pushed her little butt against me. “If you keep this up, you know what’s going to happen,” I cautioned he...

The coffee pot reminded us at six o’clock we had an appointment. Pam went for the coffee and came back wearing a worn-out sweatsuit. She had ruffled her hair, it was all over the place as was her lipstick. “Woman! What da hell are you doing?” I asked her. She gave me my coffee mug and got into bed, with socks that didn’t match, then sniffed. “I bet you wouldn’t bang this, would you?” she said in a goofy voice. I stared at...

I hate those Saturday afternoons when there’s an international Rugby game in Dublin. Scots running around town wearing kilts shouting, “There’s nothing worn under ma kilt.” If not, then it’s English fans singing Swing Low, Sweet Chariot. This features various gestures that they have to include. Get one wrong, and you have to knock a drink back. It usually ends up with both the fans and the pub in a mess. I like the French...

I was getting things together to take Cynthia home, and someone rapped on the door of her room. It was an old friend, Mark Compton. Cynthia and I haven’t seen him in years. Cynthia was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed. “Mark! Holy Cow, come in! How long has it been?” He and I shook hands vigorously. “Look at you! Jack, I remember when you hired Cynthia, damn I was jealous. And Cynthia – you are as beautiful as ever...

As we walk out of the bar, a cool fall breeze blows and you nuzzle your head close into the pocket of my right shoulder. You bring your left arm around my waist and hook your middle finger into the belt loop over my back left pocket. You then take your index finger and slowly snake it under the waistband of my pants. I glance down at you and ask, “And what do you think that you’re doing?” You give me your impish grin and...