Leila' s Love Story (engl.) - Sexgeschichten

Leila' s Love Story (engl.)

... identical to last night's good-bye. And then I looked at your Hawaiian shirt and suddenly the phrase 'Aloha means both hello and good-bye' sprang into my mind. It was just too appropriate." And she started to laugh again.

He gazed at her for a moment with a quizzical smile. "You have a weird, weird mind, and an equally weird sense of humour." Her face fell; he wouldn't want weird. "We will have so much fun together. And you won't be able to complain about my stupid jokes." She had felt so happy.

After they had finished brunch, they had wandered around for a while, his hand no longer around her shoulders, but caressing her butt through those skin-tight jeans. There was no-one else on the streets at that time, and they stopped in an undeveloped area nearby, a fairly private spot for a talk. He sat on the grass and leaned back against a tree, and she sat between his legs, leaning back against his trunk. His hands wandered over her body, but spent much of their time at her breasts. She was so thankful that she had not worn a bra today, having decided that the lines through the shirt would be far worse that the faint shadow of her areolae. And she had wanted to be able to feel his lightest touch.

As he fondled her breasts, her nipples tried to punch holes through the shirt. His right hand slid down her chest, tickled her navel lightly and then moved down to press into her crotch. Already feeling the pressure from the over-tight jeans, she was not ready for the extra ...

... sensation, and she shuddered and moaned as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.

After she had recovered somewhat, although, as David was still kneading her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples, she couldn't say she had recovered totally from that public exhibition of passion - thank God there had been nobody around to see it - she finally asked him the question that had haunted her since the previous night. "Why don't you want me?"

"Huh?" David grunted, and his hands stopped moving.

"Why don't you want me?" she repeated. "I wanted you to come in last night and take me, but you showed no sign of interest. Am I not slightly attractive to you?"

His hands resumed their caressing motions as he gave the answer she had been dreading: "No, you are not slightly attractive to me." Her face fell and her nipples just disappeared. "You are one of the most attractive women I have ever met." Her nipples popped back, even harder, and he twisted her body around so he could nibble on one lightly through her shirt. "I have wanted to take you since I first saw you on Friday. By the end of the lunch hour, you were so excited I was sure I could have taken you without force. I even thought I could take you in the corridor, before we went to lunch, you were so turned on." She blushed at the memory of her actions then, holding on to him, naked and aroused; he had known then how slutty she was; her question was answered, that was why he didn't want her. "I also thought then, and I still ...