Zwilling - Sex Stories

Zwilling

... “Now I’m really curious.” Heather laughed nervously. She wasn’t sure if she should press the matter. The sexual tension between all of them had been incredibly intense just a matter of minutes ago before it had been dispelled by Ivan’s remark. The thought passed through her head that the tension had not been unpleasant. She had felt her body stir when Sven had licked her cheek and quicken further when Ivan had suggested he should do the same. A quiver of anticipation passing through her body, hardening her nipples and dampening her panties as it went. “Forget about it,” Ivan turned away. He picked up his fork and stabbed at a piece of apple, dipping it into the cheese. “No really,” Heather heard herself say. She gathered up the courage and smiled. “I want to know.” “It’s just,” Ivan swallowed the morsel and his ice blue eyes locked on hers. “You’re so beautiful and yet you hide yourself.” “What do you mean?” She sat up straight and took a sip of wine. “See?” Ivan nearly shouted as he pointed at her. “There! That’s it! That’s how you should be sitting. Fully aware and confident. Beautiful! Cheers!” The three clinked glasses. Heather slumped. “Alright, I don’t get it,” she said. “You’re doing it again,” Ivan noticed. “Doing what?” she asked, confused. “Hiding yourself.” Heather looked down at herself. “What do you mean?” “Every time you’re not sure about a situation,” Ivan smiled, “you find something to hide behind. I noticed it at the shop.” “Ivan...” Sven interrupted. “I ...

... don’t mind.” Heather smiled, though she was slightly uncomfortable again. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?” Ivan said. “I don’t think so. I mean no,” she said, sitting up again and refilling her glass. “Go right ahead.” “Why do you hide yourself?” “I’m still not sure what you mean.” “When you are confident, you sit like this,” he demonstrated, sitting upright with proper posture. “And yet, when you become unsure, you sit like this,” he leaned over the table and looked away from her. “I think it is an old habit.” “Ivan,” Sven protested again. “If it’s an old habit, perhaps discussing it embarrasses her.” He turned to Heather. “Please forgive him.” He smiled with a twinkle in his eyes. Heather was silent for a moment. While her physical arousal might have been stultified, her intellectual arousal certainly hadn’t. This was a game she could play. “Perhaps,” she said, smiling at her host, “Ivan, you would be so kind as to open another bottle of wine.” She held up her empty glass. “And then I should very much like to hear your theory as to why I, as you say, ‘hide myself.’” “With great pleasure,” Ivan said, getting up with a grace that seemed impossible with his size. She watched him leave the room and felt Sven’s eyes on her. She stabbed at a piece of bread and went to dip it in the cheese. She leaned forward. “All gone,” she said. “Just the nun,” Sven said and he put the cover over the flame. “Would you like some help?” “Mmm,” she said as he leaned closer to her. She could ...