In the Name of Art - Part I - Sex Stories

In the Name of Art - Part I

... small room, “You're not too shabby yourself.” Another kiss followed. “No one has ever done that to me.” “A prostate virgin huh? Well stud, you were shooting dust at the end there.” Harry laughed, “This was the last thing I was expecting from today.” "Me too, I wasn't expecting two hours of staring at you. It was more than this red-blooded woman could handle." The atmosphere of the small office was heavy with the scent of sex and their bodies were sticky with their labour. He retrieved her dress but not before one final naked embrace. Pressed against him, she felt the stirring of his loins. He would be ready for some more soon enough. “So is that it? Wham-bam-thank-you Penny?” The coyness of her expression looked more playful than awkward. “Well that Harry, depends on you?” Those seconds felt like hours, she hoped he would take the hint and Harry’s warm smile was his hint that he got the message. “Fancy a bite to eat?” ventured Harry. “Well, I guess we have worked up an appetite.” And she kissed him, “Maybe we can have some dessert later too.”