A Booty Call Backfires - Sex Stories

A Booty Call Backfires

... coat wasn’t where I remembered leaving it either. I heard a voice behind me. “Looking for something?” I turned to see Christy wearing my battered but beloved coat, her hands thrust deep in the pockets, grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat. Surprised, then annoyed, I started toward her to retrieve my coat. But she retreated toward the bedroom. “Christy, I've got to go,” I insisted. “You sure?” she teased. “I'm sure.” “How are you going to get home without a coat?” she asked. “More importantly, how are you going to get home without your keys?” With that she turned and strode purposefully into her bedroom with me right behind her. “Come on, Christy,” I demanded. “Hand over my keys.” “Guess where they are,” she announced. Now I was pissed off. “This isn't funny, Christy. Give me my keys.” “Guess where they are,” she grinned playfully. “If you get it right, they're yours.” Automatically, I glanced around the room before catching myself. I shouldn’t have done that. Her smile widened in response. “Just one thing,” she continued. “Every time you guess wrong, you have to take something off.” I stared at her in disbelief. “Your clothes,” she explained. I’d already worked that much out on my own. “Are you kidding?” I spluttered at last. “Uh-uh,” she said, her brown eyes now flashing merrily at me. I glared hard at her. But I also felt my resistance slipping just a little. She sure did look enticing with that cocky attitude of hers. “Here's the deal,” she began, sauntering a ...

... little closer. “Guess where your keys are, and you're in charge.” “In charge of what?” I snapped. “Of whatever happens next,” she said in a naughty tone. I connected the dots. My eyes widened. So did her smile. “You can leave if you want,” she added, stepping within arm's reach. “Or you can stay and have anything you want.” Christy took the final step forward and slowly slipped her arms around my neck, folding her body into mine, pressing our middles together. I wasn’t exactly sure when my erection had returned, but there was no mistaking it now. For either of us. “Anything?” I asked, suddenly feeling as if January had given way to July in her room. “Anything you want from me,” she whispered, her hot breath tickling my right ear. With a tiny nudge of her pelvis, she moved backward a step and gave me her best come-hither look. Her best was plenty good. I smiled for the first time. And suddenly it hit me. “And if I run out of clothes …” I began. Once more, Christy slowly stepped forward and placed her hands on my chest, gently brushing her palms over my nipples as she raised her arms and wrapped them around my neck once more. “Then you'll do whatever I say,” she said, flashing me another naughty smile. I felt my cock jump. So did she. Christy pressed forward again, trapping my growing erection between our bodies and holding it a moment. Finally, she backed away and raised an eyebrow. “So,” she purred. “Want to play?” I wasn't supposed to fool around with my reporters. But I wasn't ...