Damsel in Distress Driven to Desires - Sex Stories

Damsel in Distress Driven to Desires

... over me like a gentle wave. For the first time in a long time, I felt seen and appreciated for who I truly was, a radiant woman deserving of love and admiration. I couldn't help but glow from the inside out.

“Hey, anyone up to watching the stars from the hot tub,” Tyler said, swirling his drink in his glass before chugging it down. “Last one sleeps on the couch,” he screamed, bolting for the door. Excitement rippled through the cabin, prompting the boys to scramble to their feet in a flurry of laughter and movement. Clothes were discarded haphazardly, creating a chaotic mess of fabric strewn across the room, as the young men shed their layers with uninhibited abandon.Their youthful bodies and bare backsides disappeared into the darkness as they ran outside with carefree abandon. Only Ethan remained behind with me, his presence a steady anchor amidst the whirlwind of energy that filled the cabin.

“Aren’t you worried about getting the couch,” I said, happy to finally be alone with him.

“Nope, it’s my cabin so I always get the master bedroom," he said. "Sorry about that, by the way, if it made you uncomfortable. This place is so secluded they don’t normally put on bathing suits when we come up here," he explained, his tone apologetic as he glanced in the direction of the door where the others had disappeared.

"It's okay, I'm not offended. I think it's actually pretty cute that they aren't shy around me," I replied with a playful smile.

His intense gaze seemed ...

... to pierce through mine, his rugged masculinity casting a spell over me as I found myself drawn to him. "If you want to join, the stars look amazing out there. You can use one of my shirts for cover up if you want," he offered.

"I would like to see those stars... you know what they say, when in Rome," I replied, a surge of excitement coursing through me at the prospect of joining them outside.

His lips curved into a subtle smile that sent a shiver down my spine. As Ethan stood before me, his gaze unwavering and intense, I felt a surge of heat course through my veins. With a fluid grace, he began to remove his clothes, each movement deliberate and purposeful, as if he were putting on a show for my eyes only.

His shirt came off first, revealing a chest and arms sculpted from pure muscle. Small patches of hair adorned his chest, leading down in a tantalizing trail that beckoned my gaze to follow its path, from his chest to his navel and further down to his belt.

With nimble fingers, he unbuckled his belt, the metallic sound of the buckle clashing against the silence of the cabin. His pants, unbuttoned and unzipped, dropped to reveal his well-groomed and engorged manhood, pulsating with desire in the dim light of the cabin.

Caught off guard by the intensity of the moment, I realized that my eyes stared downward, drawn to the mesmerizing sight before me. With a jolt, I forced my gaze to meet his once more, the intensity of his eyes sending a thrill racing down my ...