Devil's Work - Sex Stories

Devil's Work

... you?" "God yes." "It'll be a dry storm though. Thunder and lightning, but no rain. So what do you do?" "I'm a couples’ counselor." "Are you good?" "Not really." "At least you're honest." "I'm great at figuring out other people's problems but I'm terrible with my own." "Isn't that true of everyone?" "Not everyone's professional credibility is at stake." Amber took her hair down. The red curls clung to her bare neck and collarbone. "So what do you want to do next?" James swallowed. "I'm not sure I understand?" Amber put her hand on his knee. "Your friend paid for the whole night. So we can do whatever you want. Don't be shy about asking." James paused. "I'm seeing someone." "So am I. We have an agreement. Don't you and your girlfriend?" "We don't agree on much of anything anymore. Although come to think of it, she probably just dumped me." "So you're single." "It's hard to say." She squeezed his knee harder. "Like I said, we can do anything. I give the girlfriend experience." "Does that mean you'll get jealous and suspicious, won't listen to me when I explain myself, and generally make me feel like I don't understand anything about you or the rest of the world?" She burst into laughter, and James laughed too. He realized it had been a long time since he'd laughed at anything. It was a relief. She moved behind him, rubbing his shoulders. "Do you want a massage? Your friend said you liked massages." James stood, a little shaky, and let her take his shirt off. As always, he ...

... flinched at letting a woman see any part of his naked body, but Amber's small, friendly smile made him feel a little better. The mattress was so soft he thought he was going to sink all the way through it. She left the room for a moment and came back wearing a gauzy, rose-colored nightie. The neck was low, and James instinctively looked away from her cleavage but then, after thinking about it, deliberately looked again. She climbed up on his back, straddling him with splayed legs, and he knew, very suddenly, that she was not wearing anything underneath. "You're tense," she said, working her fingers into his muscles. "Do you like it gentle, or hard?" "I don't really know." She worked her way up and down his spine. James held his breath as her fingers knitted and kneaded his skin. She was rocking back and forth with little motions of her hips all the while, and now and then he heard her grunt or gasp with exertion. He pictured how her mouth might look while she did and was suddenly glad he was lying facedown. "You have such a sexy back," she said. "Are you insane?" "You're not the first to suggest it." The dangling ends of her long hair tickled him. The thick bedspread and overstuffed mattress sank under their combined weight, making him feel like he was floating in a great, lazy ocean. He'd only had a little wine, but it was making him lightheaded even so. Amber leaned over as far as she could and James felt the curve of her breasts. The heat told him that she had pulled her ...