The Danielle Development - Sex Stories

The Danielle Development

... like we used to do when we were younger.

"It's like being back together 20 years ago at Kara's place, that first time I held your hand" I reminisced.

Danielle smiled and layed her head on my shoulder.

"I really don't want to go." She said "but I do need to call Kara and let her know what time I'll be back tomorrow."

"Sure" I replied as Danielle slipped out of the bed and grabbed her phone from the night stand, walking toward the living room naked. "it's the last flight, it lands about five thirty I think".

I watched her ass wiggle as she walked out the door then reached over and grabbed my phone. I checked the flight details in the airline app and swiped back to messaging, pasting the details: "Heathrow 5:30pm T5 (BAW871)" and hitting send. It took me about 10 seconds and about 5 seconds after that I realised what I had done. The last conversation I had looked at on my phone was, unusually, not Danielle. I had sent the flight details to none other that Chloe, my one night stand of years ago. Fuck.

I watched the screen for a moment. Delivered. Read. The three dots appeared indicating she was typing. This was going to be an awkward message. The old "sorry I didn't mean to send that to you" excuse would hardly be believed. I watched for several minutes, the dots appeared, then disappeared a few times. Was she trying to work out what to say? Eventually I realised she had decided not to bother replying - maybe she guessed it either was for someone else, or ...

... thought it wasn't but had no intention of taking the bait. After about 10 minutes, I figured I was off the hook.

I walked into the living room. Danielle was on the couch talking to Kara on FaceTime. She panned the camera over to me, also still unclothed and there was a wolf whistle.

"Hi Kara!" I shouted as I made my way to the kitchen holding onto my phone just incase there should come a reply.

I heard bits of Danielle's conversation with Kara, who laughed particularly hard as Danielle recounted the story of the pizza dare gone wrong and our antics in the pool earlier in the day. Eventually Danielle said goodbye and ended her call. I told her what had happened and we both watched my phone for a few minutes to see if there was any sign of typing. After an hour, with no response we had both forgotten about it and moved onto an evening of food and Netflix. It seemed I had gotten away with it.

As the final day of Danielle's visit dawned, I awoke impatient to play with the toys Danielle had brought with her. She would be heading to the airport in the afternoon and I wasn't sure we'd have time to fully utilise all the stuff I'd lugged up the stairs in her suitcase. I had that feeling you get as a kid at Christmas at 5am, when your parents are sleeping and you know you can't wake them up just yet to open your presents. This time it was Danielle who was sleeping and I daren't wake her up - I might never get to open my presents! I lay in bed for an hour next to her, morning wood ...