_”Fuck me…” She whispered, spreading her gaping pussy open and closing her eyes in anticipation as I-_
“No, that won’t work.” I sighed and closed my laptop. Recently I had been trying out writing sex scenes, but never seemed to get it quite right. Every time I tried to write, I found myself losing myself more and more in a fantasy world, imagining what exactly _I_ wanted to feel. It never worked, though – I just couldn’t seem to put it into words.
_Ding!_ My phone beeped and vibrated slightly. I pushed the laptop aside and picked my phone up to get a better look. It was a text from Andrea, asking whether I wanted to meet up the next day. She was a long time friend, and I had had a crush on her for a long time, but never got the courage to tell her. “Sure!” I texted back, and collapsed on the sofa beside me. “I should probably take a break.” I muttered, before I fell asleep.
The next day, I decided on a neat tuxedo suit to wear when I met Andrea. Standing outside the doors of the restaurant we had agreed on, I took a deep breath and pushed the doors open.
The first thing I noticed was her shirt. She had a small, revealing blouse on, with the top three buttons unbuttoned to reveal a good slice of her ample cleavage – on purpose of course, I assumed. Along with it, she wore a skimpy blue skirt, so short that it barely covered her underwear. As she stood up and waved at him, her breasts bounced slightly, and I realised that she had nothing on underneath.
“David! You’re here!” She exclaimed, gesturing for me to sit down. “I already ordered a steak for the both of us to share, is that okay with you?” Fiddling nervously with my hands, my breath caught in my throat and all I could do was nod.
Grinning, she nodded her head excitedly and continued. “I guess we have some time then! I heard that you’re a writer, is that true? What kind of stories do you write?” She leaned forward in curiosity, not seeming to notice how close our faces now were.
My face reddened. “Uh, well…um…” I looked down for a moment, and stopped talking as I debated internally what to do. “Well, the stories I write…aren’t exactly child-friendly.” I finally said, hoping that Andrea would understand.
“Oh, I see.” She grinned suddenly, eyes staring intently at me with an expression that I had never seen before. “Can I read one?”
Not knowing what else to do, I turned on my laptop and handed it over to her. “Let’s see…’Erotic’, ‘BDSM’…’Andrea’?” My face reddened, and I attempted to take back the laptop. “You probably shouldn’t read that.”
But it was too late. Gently prying my hands away, she clicked on one of them, face slowly changing expression as she read more and more. “Oh.” She finally said, then closed the laptop and handed it to me. “Follow me.” She said, then walked away.
“Wh-what?” I muttered, then quickly stood up to follow her. As we walked, I tried a few times to make conversation, but each time she ignored me. Finally, we reached what looked like an apartment block, and she took out a pair of keys to unlock the front door.
“In.” She said, pointing to the open door, and in confusion I simply pushed it aside and entered. When she had followed, she closed the door and began taking off her clothes. “Let’s make that story come true then.”
I stared, transfixed, as she did it. Naked, she was even more beautiful than I imagined. Full, round breasts dropped out if her short as she pulled it up, jiggling a little. Her tanned skin shone bright in the afternoon sun, and as she pulled down her underwear a few strictly strands of pussy juice stuck to it. “See how wet you already made me?” She grinned, then walked forward and took hold of my hand. “Touch it.”
I obeyed more than willingly, reaching forward first with two fingers and stroking her clit slowly. She moaned as I did it, sitting down on the bed behind her abruptly and forcing me with her. I stopped at the sudden motion, but she grabbed hold of my hand and brought it to her pussy once again. “Faster this time…” She whispered, then gasped as I inserted two fingers inside and pushed then as deep as I could go. Moving then in and out rapidly, I used my thumb to stroke her clit at the same time.
She collapsed completely now, head thrown back and body shivering in ecstacy as orgasm after orgasm wreaked havoc. I smiled at this, increasing my speed and going faster and faster until she climaxed. “I’m cumming!” She screamed, came over my fingers and hand. Thick, creamy liquid flowed down my arm, and as she looked down in satisfaction I grinned. “You really do know how to work a girl, don’t you?” She said, and got up.
“My turn.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nct2gy/a_little_too_close_to_home
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