Sex Stories

I arrived home late one evening to find the woman of my dreams waiting patiently by the elevator in the lobby of my apartment building. Except for the two of us, the lobby was empty, so I stepped up beside her. I couldn't help but notice her perfume. It's sweet scent awakened a sexual feeling in me that I had kept hidden for a long time.
"Hi Darlin'. Been waiting for me long?"
"No, just a little while." She smiled as she spoke and wrapped her arms around my neck in a hug. "I've missed you so much."
"I missed you too. More than you know. I need to tell you something. Can we go up to my apartment?"
"Of course. I did come to see you." she said with a shy grin on her lips.
I loved her lips. I had dreamed of kissing them for so long. She was my best friend and we had known each other for twenty years. She had no idea how I felt about her, but I had finally summoned the courage to tell her. This visit would either be the end of life for me or the best time of our lives. I was so afraid. I could no longer keep all that I felt inside of me but the thought of losing what we had was so scary to me. I so desperately needed her to want me, the way I wanted her.
An elevator finally arrived and we stepped in. It was a bit of a ride to the tenth floor and we rode in silence. Every once in awhile I stole a glance at her and at her curvy figure. She was wearing a very flattering pair of blue jeans and a tight, low cut sweater, that fit her perfectly and was just revealing enough to keep my imagination aching for satisfaction.
When the elevator arrived at my floor, I stepped aside and allowed her to exit first, not just to be polite, but for the fringe benefits of walking behind her. Her jeans formed around her buttocks so perfectly and only increased my desire to hold her. I followed her down the hall to my door and held up my keys. She took the dangling implements in her hand and unlocked the door. As she stepped in I reached around the wall and flipped on the lights.
My apartment was spacious but not overwhelming. I had taken the apartment about a month before. It suited me just perfect with enough space for freedom to decorate and ample wall space for all of my sports memoribillia. At the back of my livingroom was a balcony with french style doors and a beautiful view of the ocean and white sandy beach below.
My dog Ajilon heard us and came bounding out from the bedroom. Sniffing my guests hands she immediately approved of my choice. She wagged her tail eagerly in greeting and then planted a quick lick on my cheek. But her excitement quickly wore off when she saw the cat and bounded off to chase him. Susan smiled as she watched the action.