Be Careful What You Wish For - Sex Stories

Be Careful What You Wish For

... I told you that making love on the beach was on my bucket list, so you… well, you ticked it off for me. Under the stars. It was perfect.”

“And you’ve still got the sand in your hair to prove it really happened.”

“Have I?” I laugh, running my fingers through my dark locks. “Oh dear, I’d better have a shower. And I need to brush my teeth; I can still taste that incredible aioli and you know what I’m like about morning kisses at the best of times.”

“Don’t you want me to finish you off first?” he asks, lightly circling my sensitive nub.

“I can wait,” I tell him as I pull back the crisp cotton sheets. “Give me ten minutes to get started and you can join me. If you want to, of course.”

“I think that’s a given,” he says, leaning back on one arm and stroking his cock with his free hand. “I think I’ve got something else here that might whet your appetite. Go easy on the mouthwash.”

I blow him a kiss and head to the bathroom. Whilst waiting for the shower to reach the right temperature, I reach for my toothbrush and begin cleaning my teeth; as the minty freshness fills my mouth and the steam begins to blur my reflection, I’m thinking about the man on the other side of the wall.

It still amazes me how we reached this stage. I mean, I’m sure most of us have flirted with a stranger online at some point if we’re honest. And some of us may have taken it further, letting the conversation veer dangerously into somewhat sexual territory, our mouths beginning to water at ...

... the taste of virtual forbidden fruit. Perhaps we justified this as being no different from wanking over strangers in porn magazines or movies, because if we’re not physically 'with' the object of our arousal, it can’t be classed as cheating, right?

And that’s all well and good, right up until someone utters those five little words that have the power to change life as we know it:

“I think we should meet.”

It wasn’t something that happened quickly. In truth, it took the best part of half a decade, a few misunderstandings and a couple of somewhat awkward coffee dates (I still blush at the memory of reaching for a spoon and brushing his groin in a packed service station coffee shop, which he loves to remind me about) before we even thought about getting naked. But, once we did… well, there was no going back, not that either of us wanted to. Even though it’s not always been easy for us to disappear from our normal (I hate the word ‘real’) lives, we do it whenever an opportunity presents itself, and we make the most of every minute we share.

This meeting is different though. As well as being the only time we’ve been able to spend more than one night together, it’s the first time we both felt that we could relax properly. Even though our previous encounters have taken place miles away from where either of us lives, we’ve still had to be careful. Booking separate rooms, not returning to whichever room we’ve picked at the same time and surviving on room service meals to ...