A Presence Felt - Part 1 - Sex Stories

A Presence Felt - Part 1

... imagined many of Stella's neighbors were just sitting down at the dinner table. Parking his car behind hers in the short driveway, he studied the one-story dwelling. The first word that came to his mind to describe it was "quaint." It looked like a perfect house for a single woman. Adrian could tell it was old, but the place was far from dilapidated. Someone had cared for it over the years.

As Adrian got out of the car, he noticed a gorgeous rosebush blooming in the yard. "What a lovely home," he said to Stella.

She smiled weakly at his compliment before leading him to the front door. It took her a moment to unlock it. "The key sticks a little," she told him, her voice full of apology. When she managed to open the door, he followed her inside the living room. The spring day had been almost balmy, and since the window air conditioning unit wasn't running, the house was rather warm. Adrian looked around at the furnishings. Like the house itself, they were older but well cared for. Stella had been so proud of her finds while shopping for secondhand furniture she could afford.

"Would you like a drink?" she asked him now.

Adrian didn't want this to feel in any way like a social visit. "I'm fine, thanks. How about you show me the spare bedroom?"

Stella quickly nodded. She set her purse down on a nearby chair, and he placed his keys beside it. They didn't speak while walking down a short hallway to the left. The spare bedroom was at the end of the hall. Its door was ...

... closed, and Stella hesitated before it, as if rallying her courage. Then she opened the door and stepped inside the room.

It was small, barely large enough to contain the full bed and nightstand. Stella hurried to turn on the lamp, for the curtains were closed, blocking out the remaining daylight. As Adrian looked around, he sensed nothing strange whatsoever, but of course, he hadn't figured he would. The unmade bed revealed rumpled sheets; Stella had obviously spent a restless night here.

She turned toward him, her face expectant. The lamplight danced upon her hair, making it glow a rich gold. "Do you feel anything?" she asked in a voice just above a whisper.

Adrian shook his head. Slowly he walked toward the empty closet. The space was tiny, more like a cubbyhole. With his hands clasped behind his back, he covered the entirety of the room in just a few steps. He opened his mouth to tell Stella that everything seemed perfectly normal, and that was when the sensation settled over him.

It was the pleasurable warmth of arousal, enveloping Adrian's body. Within seconds, it became so powerful that he was unable to suppress a low moan. His eyes closed, and his head fell back. He swayed a little, as if under a spell. When he felt Stella's hand on his arm, the arousal increased to the level of uncontrollable lust.

"Do you feel it?" she murmured.

Her touch made Adrian achingly hard, and he no longer cared if she saw. Opening his eyes, he gazed at her helplessly. Only ...