Todd & Cindy - Sex Stories

Todd & Cindy

... never guessed that she had served a two-year stint as a peace core worker in Chili. “Guess that explains your fluent Spanish,” I mused. “Any long term relationships?” “Oh, a couple, but they just didn’t work out in the long term. After a year or so, they just wanted me to cook and clean for them and be available in bed when they felt the need, but it just never seemed enough for me. So I decided if I was going to be frustrated with their lack of attention and imagination I just as well save my salary for myself and what I want to do,” she said with a shrug. “Do you miss it?” I asked. “Not really, but I do miss the intimacy sometimes,” she said seriously; “Ready for some dessert?” “Do you mind if I pass, I am comfortably full and would rather just enjoy talking with you if that is OK?” I replied casually. “Fine with me, all I had planned was some ice cream, so it isn’t anything that will go to waste.” “Better than my waist,” I replied with a smile. “By the way, what do you do with yourself in the evenings?” “Oh, I read a lot, and quite often work out at the gym, and then I soak in my hot tub.” “Where do you have to go for the hot tub?” “I’ll show you,” she said rising and taking my hand. We walked down the hallway and into her bedroom. I hesitated for a moment, glancing at the huge stuffed bear sitting in the chair beside the bed. Cindy chuckled as she saw where my gaze had landed. “My dad gave me that bear when I was one,” she explained. “He always asks if I still have Mr. ...

... Bear, as he calls him. He would be disappointed if I didn’t keep him in sight, so it has always occupied a prominent place.” “It is nice of you to consider his feelings,” I commented impressed with her sensitivity. “Out here is the hot tub,” replied Cindy as she pushed the sliding glass door open and stepped out onto the closed in porch. There indeed was a small but very serviceable hot tub. I slipped my hand under the cover and felt the water. “Feel good?” she asked. I nodded, and then Cindy motioned for me to help her lift the cover aside. “Want to try it out?” she asked. “Sorry, I didn’t bring trunks, and don’t want to get my clothes wet.” I explained lamely. “Mind if I tell you a little story?” she replied with a sigh. “Go ahead,” I replied, wondering where this was going. “It seems this traveling salesman got caught in a terrible blizzard and stopped by a farm asking for shelter. The farmer explained that they only had two beds, one for him and his wife, and one for their nineteen-year old daughter, but if he was OK with sleeping with Betty Lou, he could stay. When the man expressed concern about sleeping with his daughter, the farmer explained that he would put a row of pillows between them and showed him the bed. The salesman was terrified that if he tried anything the farmer would use the shotgun over the mantle on him, so kept well to his side of the bed. The next morning the storm abated and after a huge farm breakfast decided he would get on his way. As he stepped ...