Sensual foreplay Stories

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...