Hot Stories for Cold Nights (9 page)

This evening, we started as we usually do. We'd seen an R-rated film with lots of good, hot sex. Both of us were aroused so that, by the time we got to my living room, our kissing rapidly escalated. I pulled his shirt from the waistband of his jeans and ran my palms over the skin of his back. I love his skin, smooth and warm. He works out so I could feel his muscles as my hands roamed over his hard flesh. He pulled my sweater over my head and played with my breasts, eventually burying his face in my cleavage.

Then he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom and placed me gently on the quilt. God, I was really ready. He pulled off my jeans and the rest of my clothes until I lay there, naked. He was still dressed and I waited for him to remove his clothing and climb up beside me. Instead he sat on the edge of the bed and said, “Show me.”

I'm not a stranger to sex, or to masturbation for that matter, but I've never even considered doing it where anyone, much less a totally ready guy, could see. Not a chance.

“I think you're as hungry as I am,” he said, “and I've always been curious to watch. Anyway, it's the best way for me to learn what you like.”

“I like you inside of me,” I said, hoping to deflect him.

“You're really wet,” he said, staring at my crotch, “and I'll bet you want me right now.”

I drew my legs together and pressed my thighs tightly closed. “You bet I do.” I reached for him but he leaned away from me.

“If you want me, you'll have to show me first.”

“Come on, Connor,” I said, getting a little frustrated. “Enough.”

“Not enough,” he said. “It must be embarrassing as hell but I want to watch. If I don't get what I want, you won't either.” He rubbed the bulge behind the zipper of his jeans. “I can always go home and take care of this myself.”

I thought quickly. “Okay, I'll make a deal with you. I'll show you mine if you show me yours.” I was sure he'd turn me down.

He considered, then said, “I guess you're right. Sauce for the goose and all that. Okay. Deal.”

I swallowed hard. “Okay, deal?” I squeaked.

“Do you use a dildo or a vibrator?” he asked, as casual as asking me what I wanted for dinner.

In truth I had used both from time to time, but I wasn't about to tell him that. “No,” I said.

“What gets you in the mood?” he continued, not letting me relax. “Erotic stories? Got any porno flicks?”

“Of course not,” I said. I had a few stories I'd copied from the Internet in the bottom drawer of my dresser.
God, Sherri, you're becoming such a liar, but it's for a good cause,
I thought.

“We both know you're lying, but we'll let it go until next time. Now show me. Where do you start? Breasts? Or do you just go for the gold?”

It was beginning to look as if I had no choice so I slid my fingers through my pubic hair until I found my clit. Despite my embarrassment, I was still fully aroused so it was hard and swollen. I rubbed lightly, still upset that he was watching.

Suddenly he got up and grabbed the goose-neck floor lamp from beside my bed. He moved it over and directed the light onto my slit. “I can't see,” he said, still sounding really interested. I could feel the heat from the lamp on my soaked skin.
Erotic
isn't a good enough word for the mixture of sensations: the heat, his eyes on me, my growing need.

Fuck. This was getting bad. However, now that I had my fingers in my wetness, I didn't want to stop despite his watching. He peered at me as I moved my fingers slightly.

“Like that?” he said. “I'll bet you move faster than that.” He reached over and raised my chin so I had to look at him. “Please, baby, do it for me.”

I let out a long sigh and gave in. I knew my body well and stroked it in just the ways that push me higher. As I rubbed, I felt his fingers join mine, mimicking my motions. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it all. As I got closer to climax, I felt one of his fingers penetrate. “I want to feel you come,” he said.

“Yes,” I breathed, so far gone now there was nothing that would have slowed me down.

I felt the spasms start low in my belly and flow to my pussy. “God, I can feel it,” he said, his voice raspy. “Do it.”

I did. I let my orgasm take over and rubbed in all the spots that would make it better. The combination of his fingers playing with mine, and the knowledge that he was staring at me, pushed me over the edge. Like the times I insert a dildo into my pussy, his finger inside me allowed me to feel the contractions of my muscles and the twitch of my clit.

“God, baby,” Connor purred. “That's so great.”

I slowly came down and my body relaxed, a thin rime of sweat cooling on my skin. It might have begun as something really strange, but now I accepted the fact that I had been really aroused by the knowledge that he was watching me. I wondered whether he'd feel the same way. I took several deep breaths. “Okay, your turn,” I said.

He let out a nervous chuckle. “You're not serious.”

Got you,
I thought.
You're as reluctant as I was. You'll be so surprised.
“A deal's a deal. I said I'd show you mine if you'd show me yours.”

“A guy doesn't do that. It's silly. I want my cock inside of you when I come.”

“Too bad,” I said, enjoying his discomfort. What was there to be upset about after all? I'd seen him naked lots of times and he had a beautiful cock. I propped myself up on my pillows. “I'm ready for a show.”

“Come on,” he said, shaking his head. “You didn't really mean that.”

“Of course I did.” This was going to be fun. “Now strip.”

He must have decided that I was serious so he stood and slowly removed his clothes. He really was gorgeous; great pecs, muscular arms, and narrow hips. His cock was only partly erect.

I patted the bed beside me and he sat. I directed the light on his crotch. “As you said, ‘Sauce for the goose and all that.'” I watched his cock twitch under the heat of the lamp. “Don't touch yet,” I said. “I want to see what happens before.”

I gazed at him and licked my lips. It was amazing. I could watch his body react. I put one breast against his hand and that wonderful cock continued to swell. He played with my nipple, then I ran my fingernails up the inside of his thigh. His reaction was immediate. “Show me,” I said.

He let out a long breath, obviously now resigned.

He ran his fingers through my pussy to gather my wetness, then began to touch his cock. I saw his fingers curl around the hard rod and slide from base to tip. Then he used one finger to gather his precome and use the additional lubrication to assist his ministrations. His strokes ran the length of his cock and, remembering how good it had felt to have his fingers join mine, I placed my hand over his. A slight shiver echoed through his body.

Gradually his hand picked up the pace and I heard his breathing rate increase. His eyes closed and his head fell back. Faster and faster until, with a long groan, I saw semen spurt from his cock and dribble onto my hand and his.

After we cleaned up, he crawled in beside me and we curled into each other. For the first time, he stayed until the next morning.

T
HE WEDDING AND ALL THE FESTIVITIES THAT LED UP TO it had been wonderful for many reasons. It had been great for Connie to see her old college roommate, Laura, again and to meet her fiancé and now-husband, Brett. Connie had introduced them to her yearlong live-in, Mark. The place was spectacular and the rehearsal dinner was filled with laughter and reminiscences. The small ceremony had taken place on the patio of an intimate little inn in the mountains with only four couples, an aunt and uncle of the groom, and Laura's parents, who lived in a neighboring town, in attendance.

The dinner afterward was filled with more joy and several celebratory toasts. By the end of the meal, and the dancing that followed, Connie was feeling quite mellow and Mark was his usual amorous self, being especially sexual after a few martinis.

Giggling, the newlyweds adjourned to their room around eleven and, after bidding everyone a good night, Mark and Connie followed a little while later. They stripped off their finery and, still in their underwear, stretched out on the big double bed to discuss the wedding. After only a few minutes, they discovered that they could hear what was going on in the next room, the one obviously occupied by the bridal couple.

“I can't believe we're truly married,”
they heard Laura say. Her raspy voice was easy to recognize.

“And now we can fool around legally,”
Brett replied.

There was a gasp and a giggle.
“Brett, cut that out.”

“Why?”
he said, eliciting another gasp.

Connie looked at Mark, then whispered, “Should we let them know we're listening?”

“Not a chance,” Mark said with a wink. “This is just too juicy.”

“Don't you dare tease him tomorrow morning.”

Mark just winked again.

“It's not up to you to wonder,”
Brett said.
“That's my department.”

“You didn't say those words right, you know,”
Brett growled.

“I'm sorry. Of course, sir.”
There was a pause.
“I'll try to be better from now on.”

“What the hell is that all about?” Connie hissed.

Mark put his finger against his lips for silence.

“You'd better be,”
Brett said.

Another giggle.
“I'll try harder.”

“Five what?” Connie whispered.

“Panties off,”
they heard Brett say.

After a few moments, Connie heard a smack and her eyes widened. “Is he doing what I think he's doing?” She was amazed and, surprisingly, aroused.

Another smack.
“That's two.”

“I think he's giving her a spanking.”

Mark slipped his hand between Connie's legs. “And it makes you wet, doesn't it?”

Another smack.
“That's three.”

Connie remained silent, but the sounds in the next room were driving her pussy crazy. Mark continued to lightly stroke her clit through her panties.

Another smack.
“That's four.”

Connie could barely control her breathing. This was so bad. She'd never realized that she could be turned on by pain, but there was no denying it.

Another smack.
“That's five.”

“Did you bring some lotion?”
Laura said.
“You really pack a wallop.”

“Of course.”
Brett's voice has changed to a soft purr.

There followed several minutes of whispering, then the rhythmic sounds of lovemaking.

“Holy cow,” Connie whispered. “I never thought that Laura would be into violence like that.”

“It's not really violence,” Mark said, still stroking Connie's clit. His voice was barely above a whisper, knowing Laura and Brett could hear him and Connie as easily as they'd heard them. “It's just that sometimes people find pain enhances sexual pleasure.”

“Do you?”

“Find it exciting? I didn't think so, but it's difficult to deny that listening aroused me. Would it excite me for us to do something like that? I don't know. We've never tried.” He paused. “There's also giving and receiving. I don't know how I'd feel about either spanking you or being spanked.”

“Well,” Connie said, trying to deny the obvious, “I don't think it would be good for us.”

Mark chuckled. “Your soaked panties say different.”

Connie glanced at her boyfriend's briefs and the swollen bulge beneath. She reached over and squeezed. “You look like the idea appeals to you, too. However, don't try anything like that here. We know how thin the walls are.”

“Would you be willing for me to try a slap on your ass from time to time?”

Connie was really embarrassed, but she and Mark had always been truthful about their sexual preferences. “I don't really know. Until tonight something like that has always seemed beyond the pale.”

After a long and passionate kiss, Mark pulled Connie's bra aside and licked her swollen nipple. Connie had always been a noisy lover, but now she knew she had to keep silent. Laura and Brett would be able to hear.