Titillating Tuesday

Posted on: July 31st, 2012 by Madison Lake No Comments

 

Sexy Short Stories to Titillate your Tuesday

 

THREE OF SIX DEGREES – AFTERNOON DELIGHT

 

They met one tired afternoon, as the summer sun beat down, leaving rivulets of perspiration along creases in their melting bodies.

“What time is it?” Sabrina asked, just after sex on top of his scratchy sofa. She rolled over and pulled her dress underneath her to protect her skin, then lay back down.

They had ended up at his place after bumping into each other at Keystone Kafe not once but four times in three days. Finally, he had asked her to join him for lunch – a sandwich and cold beer for him, a tuna salad and Pinot Grigio for her. He paid of course. The friends who she had been with left almost immediately, giggling and nudging her as if they had all been in on some kind of secret. Eliana said she’d phone later, Rebecca said to be careful. He didn’t care. She was perfect for him, for now, and he always got what he wanted.

“Why, does it matter?” Todd pulled her in, close to his damp chest. He was feeling sexy, his muscular torso sleek and sweaty as if he’d been lifting weights for an hour, or running on a treadmill. She squirmed, not wanting to mesh with his wetness, wanting instead to air out in the gentle breeze coming in through the open shuttered window. She desperately wanted a smoke.

Sabrina rose, leaned on her bent elbow, and looked at Todd now lying flat out on the grey and gold couch, naked, spent. The upholstery felt like burlap against her smooth, porcelain skin, even though he claimed to have bought it new from Crate and Barrel. He also told her it was a sofa bed, and she wondered why they hadn’t opened it up and climbed in, or hadn’t gone into his bedroom and frolicked on his own king-size bed. She began to wonder if he was one of those guys who liked to have sex in obscure places, like on kitchen counters or in hall closets hanging from the doweling between starched shirts, or even more riské, in restaurant restrooms, department store change rooms, private corners of public places.

Sabrina had once dated a guy like that. Being an exhibitionist had been fun for a while, something different to spice things up. It definitely heightened the arousal factor, at first. But very soon the novelty wore off, and after two weeks Sabrina had left him, alone with his pants down in a McDonald’s parking lot. At least have some class, she remembered thinking.

She liked Todd, for now. Liked the way his body moved with hers when they had sex. That was all it was with him. Actually, that was all it was with anyone – Todd, Dawson, even Andie, the older woman she had met in New York. God was she hot. For a minute Sabrina let herself get lost in thought about Andie’s long, silken legs, ready smile, her candor. They had enjoyed a lovely weekend together before Andie’s next flight out. Two glorious days of girl fun; full room service at the Savoy hotel, champagne and chocolate, hot X-rated movies on Satellite TV, music, dancing, sex toys, and lots and lots of tongue. One night, she remembered the hotel bartender had stopped by after his shift to deliver some cocktails. That had been her first threesome, and hopefully not her last. She sighed out loud remembering their three bodies intertwined, him sucking her nipples while she played with Andie. It was so hot. Throughout the night they exchanged roles, rolling around each other on the giant king-size bed, fondling, licking, kissing and sucking, watching each other explore each other. All this had been worth the cost of changing her flight. The thing about older women, Sabrina thought, is that they are experienced, uninhibited, game for anything. Sabrina couldn’t remember ever orgasming as many times as she had that night, as she had with Andie. Just thinking about it made her wet and agitated. She could go at it again with Todd, but this time she’d think of Andie. She rolled over, rubbing herself against Todd’s thigh, wanting him inside her, to finish her off. It would be quick.

Todd was lying with his arms above his head, thinking about Russell. What was it about that shy, nerd of a guy who spent less than a year at the firm with him in Toronto before being transferred to New York? He couldn’t figure it out other than he loved that Russell was quirky – deliciously quirky. Todd was tired of the same old same old. He was sleeping with women, to keep up appearances he supposed, but why? He wasn’t the only gay architect in the firm, and everyone suspected him anyway. He had never been a good actor, or liar. Besides, he knew he wouldn’t find ‘the one’ until he came clean, until he came out, but was he ready?

He felt Sabrina’s wet clit against his leg. He wanted to brush her off, move away. He was dying for a cup of coffee and some time alone. He remembered Russell had given him his new contact information. Should he call him or send an email? Would Russell even respond? Sometimes Todd’s gaydar was bang on, but other times he just wasn’t sure, and this was probably one of those times.

The office party had been a lot of fun. At one point, he and Russell were squished in a corner of the kitchen together, a steady flow of Stella and conversation their only respite. But it was the ease with which Russell shared stories and secrets with him that made Todd’s head turn, and for the first time he felt there was hope in finding his soulmate after all. Then the party took a turn, started getting out of hand with drunk partygoers skinny-dipping in the pool. Seeing their boss naked was just too weird. Russell wanted to leave, but not before handing over his new personal information. Todd remembered the rush of warmth that ran through is body. He had reached out to touch Russell as he rushed out of the kitchen, to let him know he was interested, that he cared. He’d wanted some sort of sign from Russell, but it was too late. He was gone, and never looked back.

“Want to fuck again?” Sabrina asked bluntly, sex flashing from her eyes. Todd turned away.

“Actually, I’m hungry,” he said to the wall. “And I’d kill for an Americano.” She laughed.

“Well fuck me and then kill me,” she said in a playfully seductive voice. She knew he wasn’t interested, knew it would be the last time they’d be together, but she was going to get what she wanted out of the deal. She grabbed his hand that rested peacefully on top of his stomach, drew it down and inserted his fingers into her wetness. Todd’s body hardly reacted, but Sabrina gyrated her hips into his hand, in and out, in and out, faster and faster until her juices were seeping out, ready to explode. Her eyes remained closed, his stayed riveted to a knick in the wall where the taupe paint was just beginning to chip away. He’d have to fix that. Then, without much thought, he stiffened his fingers and reached in deeper, wanting to end this, wanting her out of his house, out of his life. Russell, oh Russell, why can’t this be you?

Suddenly she pushed her pelvis into his rigid palm. “Andie, oh Andie,” she cried out, arching to reach her climax. Warm fluid gushed from between her legs like a geyser, dripping down his wrist onto the rough, scratchy sofa where they lay at odds with each other.

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