Glamour Shots, Chapter 23 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 23

... and on my breath, of course. Ty was a major-league cummer; it was everywhere!” I shook my head, entertaining the vision of a younger version of her beautiful face spattered with cum, cum in her hair, people all around her, looking at her as they all rode on a city bus… It filled my mind and made me hurt, even as my heart raced with excitement. “That’s quite a story. He must have been a total horndog.” She shrugged. “We both were, or he never could have gotten me to do some of the things we did. I was always horny, and he was a walking, talking erection. He was always hard, and he always wanted me to do something about that. It’s just the way we were, and it wasn’t healthy. It was almost an obsession – for him, at least. But it was intense, and satisfying.” She looked at me for a moment before saying, “You want another one?” “No… yes… fuck, I don’t know. I have so much to do today, and I’m not sure I could listen to another…” “Up to you. I won’t say any more if you don’t want me to.” She watched me for several seconds as I waffled, my ego and my better side telling me to quit but the voyeuristic (and apparently masochistic) part of me ready to beg for more. She decided to sweeten the pot. “I could tell you just a short one, like about the time we fucked on an elevator.” I groaned. “Damn. Well, you can’t stop now.” She laughed. “Seriously, we don’t have to do this. I’m mostly just teasing you, you know.” “So this stuff, these stories – they’re not true?’ She shook her head. ...

... “No, they’re true; I just don’t have to tell them. They stayed buried this long…” I sighed. “Tell me about the elevator – last one – and then bury this whole era forever. I kind of liked it better when I could delude myself into believing that you never knew what sex was until you met me.” She smiled at me, her eyes soft. “Actually, that’s almost entirely true. I’d experienced it, of course, but I never knew what it was to enjoy it with someone I truly loved – and that loved me back – until I met you. I never knew how much better that could be.” Her words almost made my eyes tear up. I’d felt the same, as though I’d never known how good sex could be, how amazing and profound, until I’d shared it with this one special woman. I stood and walked around the table to her and bent to put my arms around her. “Fuck the elevator story. I don’t need to hear it. Come shower with me instead.” So we did that – and in the shower she told me the elevator story; how he’d taken her with him to a convention of some sort in Vegas. How he’d taken her out for a nice dinner at Smith & Wollensky’s, dressed to the nines, except that he hadn’t allowed her to wear panties beneath her tiny cocktail dress and above her stockings. She told me of how they’d teased each other through dinner, touching and tormenting. She talked of the high-rise hotel – The Wynn – where they’d stayed, and the elevators, and how he’d stood at the back wall of the elevator with his hands on her shoulders and she’d felt his ...