Page 32 of Naughty Lessons


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I wanted to be made love to. I wanted the whole experience without the bite of betrayal or too many expectations.

It was as if I had an alter-ego who knew just what to respond. I typed on the remote.

I want lovemaking. The kind that’s filled with lust and passion but also has the promise of something more.

The stranger responded in a second.

I can envision that. It is sexy, almost as sexy as you.

His picture came on the screen. I saw a shirtless torso, the skin pale under the moonlight.

He had strong collar bones, high and prominent, a flat chest and stomach, and hipbones that were very visible. In real life, I felt he would look like a Greek god.

His long arms were slung casually along his body, each a piece of poetry of blue veins traveling like rivers upon his skin.

Would you like to take this further?

I gulped.Yes.I wanted to. I ached to.

I was no longer the Rory who was ever so slightly conscious of her softness, her voluptuous curves—although Chelsea kept telling me they made me sexier than I could imagine.

I slipped my left hand past my shorts and panties and felt the moistness of my core. My index and middle fingers became slick with my wetness. Jolts of excitement spread through my pelvis—I felt like a bolt of lightning in a July thunderstorm.

Soon enough, I heard the sounds of a vehicle approaching. Bright headlights illuminated the chatroom from the open window. I went to stand by it, and the night welcomed me with a gust of chilly wind.

A Jeep Cherokee came to a stop on the wet asphalt. There was a brief flourish of movement inside the car, and a tall man emerged.

My heart in my mouth, I saw him saunter up the walkway, entirely in black. He wore a mask on his face.

Before I could say “ready,” there was a knock on the door, and it automatically opened.

Without saying anything, he reached out his hand and took one of mine. His cold fingers traced my face and covered my cheeks. Ever so slowly, he traced the side of my face down to my neck.

Agonizingly delightful tingles raced through my body.

His hand still on my shoulder, he slowly descended to my exposed cleavage, bared to him from the top of the little dress I wore. He undid the dress in a quick movement and then moved his fingers across my left breast, venturing beneath my bra.

I moaned lightly as his index finger gently pinched my already hardened nipple.

“Ah!” I called out, ecstasy rolling over me.

He let go of my hand and went to sit down on the sofa. As if I knew what to do, I walked up to him and positioned myself between his spread legs, going down to a kneeling position right in front of him. I teased my hands over his knees, up his thighs, and ran the tips of my fingers over the quickly forming bulge in the middle.

I unfastened the belt and zipper, my eyes never leaving his. All I could make out was how blue they were.

I reached into the waistband of his briefs and finally closed my fingers around his hot cock, freeing it from its prison.

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Rory

The tip of the stranger’s thick cock glistened with a welcoming drop of precum. Reaching forward with my tongue, I licked it away.

Groaning, he grabbed hold of my forearm and leaned his head into the cushion. I gently stroked his shaft as my mouth took it in, inch by inch.

He squeezed my arm in response. I shivered as the back of my throat and his fully erect cock met. I could feel him shuddering in my mouth, and in response, I rolled my tongue around and over him, coating every inch of him with my saliva.

“Oh, yes.” He threw his head back.

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