Be Careful What You Wish For - Sex Stories

Be Careful What You Wish For

... cause, I decide to try the same approach.

“What if,” I whisper. “We stay here and tick off several things from both our lists.”

“No. I’m going, whether you come with me or not.”

“You’d really go without me? Knowing that I’d be here, horny as hell, pleasuring myself because I can’t wait until you get back?”

“Yes,” he says. “I would. But would you be happy for me to be surrounded by lonely, neglected golf widows all day, especially in this state?”

He strokes the noticeable bulge contained within his navy blue board shorts, knowing that this is one of my greatest weaknesses.

‘Two can play that game,’ I think to myself as I climb onto the bed and recline against the pillows.

“This is what I’ll be doing,” I say. “Look.”

He leans against the oak desk and watches as I slowly, deliberately spread my legs wide apart, first one and then the other. With my eyes fixed on him, I cup my breasts with my hands, pushing them together and supporting their weight with my fingers. Very slowly, I begin to tease the tips of my nipples with the pads of my thumbs; right on cue, they swell and harden.

“I think they’d prefer your tongue on them,” I tell him.

He’s pretending to be disinterested, nonchalantly scrolling on his phone, but the subtle movements beneath his shorts confirm that I have his attention.

“Is that a fact?” he says, yawning.

“Yes,” I reply. “It is. And that’s not the only area where your mouth is needed right now. I also need it… here.”

I wait until he glances upwards before sliding my hands down my body and between my legs.

“If you come a bit closer,” I tell him, gently prising the pink, puffy lips open with my fingertips, causing my glistening juices to stretch out like a spider’s web. “You can probably see my clit.”

“And you...