My new life: Moving In - Sex Stories

My new life: Moving In

... way up to my apartment. I felt more confident than I had in years. As I opened the door I was greeted by a wonderful aroma. Apparently dinner would be cooked in house tonight. Sophie turned away from the stove. She was wearing a green apron over the top of her clothes. All two of them. Sophie was wearing only a bra and panties. The apron was open in the back showing off her beautifully tanned ass. The erection I’d had when I left the apartment crept back to half mast. Too late, I tried to avert my eyes before she caught me staring. “Felix, welcome back.” “Hi Sophie. I, uh, have the clothes that Clara assed- ASKED for.” I blushed and bit my tongue to punish it for slipping so badly. “Haha!” Sophie laughed at my discomfort. “Clara’s in your room organizing your dresser.” I nodded rather than trust my mouth with words that it was sure to mess up. I made my way down the short hallway to my room. The door was closed, and just before I opened it a thought occurred to me. Clara didn't have any clean clothes, All she had been wearing before was a towel. I fought back the urge to picture it in my head, well tried to fight it back. In my mind I saw Clara totally naked. Her curves were perfect; her skin as flawless as porcelain. Damn I was horny right now. I bit my lip as I opened my eyes and knocked on the door. There was a small squeak of surprise from inside the room Clara presumably tried to cover herself. “One minute! Don’t come in!” A few moments later, “Okay, come on in.” I ...

... opened the door to a very red, flustered, but still amazingly beautiful Clara. “Oh my God, I’m so, so sorry. It’s just that the towel was starting to get itchy, and it didn't stay on too well, and I was alone in here so I just thought that-. I’m so glad you knocked.” “Me too,” I said automatically. Then without thinking I added, “Well, not really.” Oh God! Had I said that? “I mean, well, I would've loved to see- but I’m glad that you-” “Step one, open mouth.” She laughed. “Step two, insert foot,” I finished, chagrined. “So, you've got my clothes?” Clara glanced at the bag in my hands. “Did you check to make sure everything was in there?” Shit, I hadn't. “Um, no, sorry.” “That’s okay, I’m sure everything’s in there.” She stepped forward to hug me. For my friends and I, hugs were a common occurrence. This wasn't a typical hug. First Clara was nearly naked. The only thing she had on was a towel. Second, I was in a state of arousal that I couldn’t suppress. Third, the way she pressed herself against me and squeezed was anything but a hug between friends. The last reason Clara said aloud as she wrinkled her nose at me in the cutest manner I could imagine. “You stink.” And there it was. I was still sweaty from the work of the day, but her bluntness was more than a little funny. We broke out of the hug laughing. “Go, begone foul smelling beast. Off to the shower with you, and do not return until have cleansed yourself with spice of old.” She said in her best imitation of a woman who was ...