A Booty Call Backfires - Sex Stories

A Booty Call Backfires

... was partially open. I peeked inside, saw nothing and heard nothing. I felt Christy touch my elbow and nearly yelped in surprise. “In here?” I mouthed. She nodded yes. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open slowly. A moment later, I stepped in. I looked around and glanced under the bed but saw nothing. I went to the closet, which had a sliding door, half open. If anyone was in this room, that was the only place left to hide. Holding the knife in one hand, I reached for the closed half of the door. I paused and slid it over as fast as I could while dropping to a crouch. The closet wasn’t very large or deep. No one was there. I turned to Christy, still with a worried look, but a questioning one as well. “Could he be in another room?” I whispered. “No,” she replied. “I was in the bathroom when I heard the noise in there. No one's come out.” I heard a sharp noise behind me and spun around. Still nothing there. I heard it again by the window and looked outside. I saw a loose shutter. When the wind picked up, it slapped the shutter against the house. I breathed a sigh of relief, set the knife down on the dresser and pointed out the window. Christy glanced outside and turned back to me, looking a little sheepish but a lot relieved. Christy threw herself into my arms, wrapping hers tightly around my neck, pulling me close. “Thank you!” she gushed. “Thank you for coming to my rescue!” She relaxed her grip but still pressed her body against mine. I suddenly was aware my jeans ...

... were feeling a little snugger than they were just moments ago. Christy's lips brushed my ear and her warm breath pulsed on my neck. I felt my cock begin to lengthen. I led her over to the bed, and we sat down side by side. A moment later, she put a hand on my chest and gently pushed me down on the bed until my head met the pillow. Christy lay down beside me, her head on my chest, her arm wrapped around my waist. She swung a leg over my body. Her thigh nudged my cock and it twitched. She must have felt it, but she didn’t move her leg away. I kicked off my shoes onto the floor, trying to hide the fact what I really was trying to do was casually free my manhood from the press of her thigh. It didn’t work. We talked quietly for a few minutes while she continued to cling to me. I felt her pounding heart slowly return to normal. I glanced at the clock. It was 12:45 a.m. “I need to go,” I said at last. “Please stay,” she begged, pulling me closer. I considered it for a moment. Not a good idea. We worked together, after all. “No, I need to get up early tomorrow,” I said, gently squirming out from under her and standing. “I'll just use your bathroom and head out.” I left the bedroom and went into the bathroom to take care of business. I padded back to the empty living room. I went to the kitchen to grab my car keys, remembering my shoes still were in her bedroom. The keys weren't on the table where I left them. I looked around for my coat to check the pockets. In a moment, I realized my ...