Reassembling the night - Sex Stories

Reassembling the night

... beside her. Imogen complimented him on the repast and Ryan used the mealtime to learn more about his bedmate. Her love of dance music. Her job as a fashion writer. Her cat, Blinky, so-called because it out-stared her at the rescue centre. Her desert island list that, bizarrely, included a solar-powered bagel maker. And her best sex to date. She spoke candidly about her experiences, which Ryan knew was a good sign, yet at other times gave guarded answers. She was a bit of an enigma, which drew him in. By the end of the meal he had her pretty well profiled. Maybe 70%. Not confident enough that he'd jeopardise the hard work by doing anything rash just yet. Nice and slow. Loosen her up. Music. Yes, music. Leaning across to the bedside table, he Bluetoothed his phone to the amp, selected an album and adjusted the volume as Lashed Euphoria drummed from the speakers across the room. She nodded her head to the beat and handed him her tray, plucking the pear from it, biting down. It dribbled onto her breasts and she slurped at the bitten part of the fruit, giggling. "Ooopsh." "This is where I make a jape about a juicy pear, right?" Imogen rolled her eyes, scooped up her boob and lapped the juice from it. Ryan raised an eyebrow, mesmerised by the dark, crinkled cap and firm, pink teat nestled among the expanse of brilliant white. "You're just showing off because men can't reach theirs." "You ever tried?" "No." "Try." "No." "Spoilsport." She jiggled her breasts and made a show of ...

... running her tongue over a nipple, coating it with saliva. "Soldier boy approves, I see." He looked down at his dick, standing semi-proud. "I'd defy any man not to be turned on." "In stark contrast to last night," she added, taking another bite and freezing. Their eyes met. "Jutht a minute." She finished her mouthful before continuing. "I remember now. Hah, yeah. I was standing over there squeezing these and you couldn’t get it up." "Bullshit." "No, I swear. You were too pissed up. Said something about if I was so desperate for wood I should… wait, hand me your phone." Imogen scrolled through the gallery again with a clean knuckle and started laughing. "What?" She giggled. "See this one. What does that look like?" "It's blurred." "Yeah, but look closer." Ryan studied the screen. As he did so, Imogen twisted the display slightly off-axis. His eyes widened. "You never… is that…?" they both looked over at the upturned chair and burst out laughing. "The chair leg got more action than I did?" She scrolled to the shot of her writhing on the floor. "Not for long. This one's less than a minute later. They studied the pictures in order, turning the device to see if the orientation gave any clues, fighting its attempts at automatically spinning the display to keep the image the right way up. "See this," she stabbed the top-left corner of the photo of Ryan's member. "Isn't that the plant?" Ryan looked closer. "Could be." "Right, if it is then I couldn't have been in front of you because the ...