Reassembling the night - Sex Stories

Reassembling the night

... leaves are upside-down. Assuming I knew which way up to hold the camera." "So you'd have to be…" Ryan slid from the bed and moved his phone to mimic where the shot must have been taken. He scratched his head. "Which means…" he snapped his fingers. "Wait, yes. You were rolling around on the floor so I handed you my phone and gave you a piggy back to the bed." "A-ha. Check us out. Right pair of detectives." Ryan sat back on the bed and swiped his phone. "So what do you think of this one, Scully?" She took the device and twisted it left, then right. "I dunno, Mulder. Could be alien." He liked her. She was bubbly in more ways than one. Perhaps that was the spark that made him take her home. Or maybe, as she'd suggested, all the smaller fish had swum away and she was the beached remains. They shortly gave up the phone forensics and Ryan made some more coffee. Imogen wrapped her short fingers around the mug and inhaled the steam, nodding gently to the beat. "So, can we conclude that nothing happened last night?" Ryan exhaled in defeat. "Seems like the booze increased the urge and decreased the performance." She nodded and sipped. "Damn good coffee. Did I mention that?" "You did. But thanks." They sat in silence on the bed, almost touching, finishing the drinks and letting the music drive away more brain cobwebs. She sighed and handed him the empty cup. "Well I feel vaguely human again, thanks. Roadworks in my head still, but I'm going to have to make a move. Shopping with Becks ...

... and all that." Ryan hid his disappointment. Toyed with the idea of just outright asking for sex in a jokey fashion or making a quip about 'shopping over bonking' to see where it led. While she wasn't shy and would probably go for it, she was still exhibiting a few confusing signals that Ryan couldn't quite reconcile. He wondered if maybe the hangover was clouding his abilities, so played safe. "Need a hand with your clothes?" "Think I've got it, thanks." He lifted the sheets and she slid from between them, meandering first to the bathroom to wash and attempt to fix her hair, then around the room collecting her belongings. He watched her dress, item by item. Stained knickers. Push-up bra. Short skirt. Scoopneck top. Wedge heels. Quite a package. He scooted from bed and offered his fleece jacket, holding it out. If the encounter was a washout and she was leaving, he at least needed an excuse for her to come back. When she slid her arms in, he tenderly brushed the skin of her neck and swept her hair out over the collar, smoothing it down and stepping back to admire her. "There are worse outfits to perform the walk of shame in." She giggled. "Not much shame in this case." Ryan sighed, standing there awkwardly, suddenly aware of his nakedness in comparison. "Nobody else has to know." "Worried about your reputation, player ?" He stuck his tongue out at her and she ran her hand through her hair. It got caught in a knot and she shrugged. "Guess this is goodbye." He nodded again. Leant ...