Glamour Shots, Chapter 24 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 24

... laughed weakly. “Yeah, sorry about that. And the wax… yeah, that was pretty hot. Just really arousing for me, so erotic.” I paused to touch her again, and she leaned over so that we could share a cum-slick kiss, her lips slick with me and the slightly musky taste of me on her tongue. “Damn, that was… incredible. I almost came in my pants; that was just in the nick of time. I’m not sure why that worked on me the way it did, but there’s no denying the results!” She giggled softly. “I’ll say! Forget premature ejaculation - that was almost a spontaneous, hands-free one. I love that you were so turned on, that’s very exciting for me to know.” “No denying that, is there? Sorry about the mess.” “I’m not. I clean up easy, and that’s why we have dry cleaners. Look at your pants.” I did; there was a silver dollar-sized wet spot a few inches down my right thigh where I’d leaked while enjoying her, and my nearly-flaccid cock was now leaving a series of snail tracks on the gray worsted of my suit pants. “I can drop them off when I drop your dress there. Do you suppose that a cleaner ever gets tired of dealing with cum stains on things?” “I’m sure they’re used to it. A cleaners is sort of like your trash service, really; they know more about you and your personal life than your family and closest friends do… whether they want to or not.” I chuckled. “I hate to even think about that. Kind of embarrassing, really, but I can’t very well just burn my pants every time I get a spot on them.” ...

... “You? Oh, hell no! You’d be out of clothes in no time! The way you leak so appreciatively…?” “Okay, funny girl – your fault, you know.” I rose tiredly to my feet and held out my hands to her. ‘Come on, let’s get cleaned up and have some dinner. I need to rebuild my strength, because I really want to see how my cock looks sliding into that little naked pussy of yours.” “Mmm, good – me too. Can’t wait!” She took my hands and I pulled her to her feet. “Sorry, but you’ll have to. Biology dictates.” She came into my arms and we kissed again. I tasted myself on her lips still, and was very aware of the slippery texture of semen. I was also aware of the soft fabric of her dress against my dangling but still sensitive cock, happily unconcerned about the fact that I was undoubtedly leaving new tracks on it as well; after all, that ship had sailed! We went up to our room and got cleaned up and changed before going down and finishing up preparing dinner. I opened a bottle of Chardonnay to enjoy while we waited for the chicken to finish cooking, and we polished it off over the meal. Later, after we’d relaxed and enjoyed our time together with Ruby, we made love, and the sight of my cock slipping into her smooth lips was every bit as exciting and erotic as we’d thought it would be. Sadly, I again didn’t last terribly long, although much longer than earlier. Fortunately she was as aroused as I was and reached her orgasms just as quickly, and at the ultimate moment we came within seconds of ...