A Midsummer Celebration - Sex Stories

A Midsummer Celebration

This story was written for the750 Word Project 2024. Below this line are exactly 750 words:

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Charlie was already pulling into the cart lodge behind his waterfront apartment when he realised that he had driven right past The White Horse. It was a Friday night. Charlie always stopped in at The White Horse on a Friday night. Well... not always. Obviously. But usually.

What had happened? Had he been distracted? Or was he just tired?

It had been quite some week. Things had started to go wrong almost from the moment that he had arrived at the office on Monday morning.

'Monica has called to say that she has a bout of 'flu,' Diana said. 'Or maybe Covid. Anyway, she isn't taking any chances.'

By nine, three more people had called in sick.

On Tuesday morning, Charlie arrived at the office to find the aircon on the blink. 'Has someone phoned the service guys?'

'They're hoping to have someone here by about ten-thirty,' Diana told him. But it was closer to midday before anyone arrived.

On Thursday, Charlie was supposed to have been going up to London. However the train drivers seemed to think that Midsummer's Day Eve was the perfect day for a strike. And so Charlie had to conduct an important sales pitch via Teams. Which was not ideal.

For a moment or two, Charlie wondered if he should abandon his car and stroll back to the pub. It was only a ten-minute walk. And it was a glorious evening. In the end, he decided the pub could wait for another day.

Inside ...

... Charlie's third-floor apartment it was like a baker's oven. Charlie threw open the French doors, got himself a glass of cold white wine, and went and sat out on the balcony. Then he went back inside and made himself a ham and mustard sandwich and refilled his wine glass.

Yes, he was tired. Forget the pub. He would treat himself to an early night.

Charlie took a cool shower and slipped into bed. But it was too hot to sleep. There was only one thing for it. Charlie took his cock in hand and let his mind wander. Sarah. Sexy Sarah. Sexy Sarah with the slippery slot. Currently somewhere in Japan. And not due back for another four months. But Charlie had no trouble remembering her big brain. Her soft snatch thatch. And, especially, (as his cock fattened), her slippery slot.

Charlie could also remember Sarah's hands: soft yet strong. Perfect for a handjob.

It didn't take long for thoughts of Sarah to do the trick.

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The following morning, Charlie was woken by his phone.

'Hello?'

'Hope I didn't wake you,' Hal said. 'Jen and I are going to Sommer's Cove. Thought you might like to join us.'

'Sommer's Cove?'

'Dyson's Farm. They're away. But we have permission. Pick you up about ten-thirty?'

'Umm... yeah. OK. Why not?'

Sommer's Cove was tiny. And very private. When they arrived, they were the only people there. But Charlie was still surprised when his friends immediately stripped off. Completely.

'Midsummer,' Hal said. 'We're definitely going to ...