Stay A While - Sex Stories

Stay A While

Diing-doong

The doorbell chimes loudly interrupting my thoughts from the latest project I'm working on. That’s probably the guest staying this week, I think. I quickly save my work and head to the front door to check.

As a single homeowner, I occasionally put up the second floor of my house for short-term stays. The space is not large, but it’s comfortable and includes a small living room, bedroom, and a private bathroom. I’ve had a couple of bookings in the last two months, and so far, it has worked out pretty well.

I open the door and smile warmly at the man on the other side. He’s tall - at least 6 feet, really handsome, with defined cheekbones and a cute smile. He seems to be in his early to mid-30s.

“Hey. I’m Sam.” He says this with a smile. “I booked a room for the week.”

“Hi! Nice to meet you. I’m Anya, the owner. Come on in and let’s get you set up.” I step back, but give him a discrete once-over as he shoulders his backpack and grabs his carry-on, his t-shirt stretching tightly over wide shoulders and a defined chest. He looks like he keeps himself in good shape.

I lead him through the house and up the stairs to the second floor as we chat about mundane things.

“So, how was your trip?”

“The usual. Flights were on-time at least.”

“You picked the worst week to come here. Forecast says it’s going to be really hot. Summers in the South are just brutal.”

“Didn’t really have much of a choice. I’m meeting with some new clients based here. ...

... It’s just better to talk things through in-person, you know. ”

I show him the rooms and tell him he can use the kitchen and laundry if he needs to. I also point out a binder with information about the door code, Wi-fi, public transportation, restaurants nearby, and other tidbits of information someone visiting the area may want to know. “I’m pretty laid-back, but please, just don’t bring a party up here. And absolutely no hard drugs.”

He nods. “Won’t be a problem.” He looks me in the eye and shoots me a small smile.

I nod and smile back before leaving him to get situated.

I turned 38 earlier this year, but I have often been told by others that I look younger than my age. A lot younger. It’s the Asian genes some people say. Personally, I’m religious with skin products and stay away from too much sun. I try to live a healthy lifestyle as much as I can, and this shows in my soft olive-toned skin and smooth face. I’m about average build, perhaps slightly thick in some areas after becoming laxer with my exercise routine in the last few years. At home, I tend to wear tight shorts and comfortable, loose shirts, but after our quick exchange, I’m more conscious of how my shorts dig in my crotch. And that maybe, I’m a little wet. My breasts feel heavy, and I can see the slight outline of hardened nipples on my shirt despite the bralette I’m wearing. I decide to take the edge off.

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I lay in my bed and run fingers against my pussy lips, massaging my throbbing clit. I ...