A Lazy Saturday Afternoon - Sex Stories

A Lazy Saturday Afternoon

... dazzling smile and said, "You're the best."

We finished eating and dropped the dishes into the dishwasher. I washed my hands and moved the pans into the sink.

"What are you up to today?" she asked.

"I don't know, it's kind of a dreary day for a Saturday. Honestly I was thinking about just being a bum and watching TV. There are a couple of comedy specials I wanted to check out," I said. "What about you?"

"God that actually sounds kind of great," she replied, smiling. "I have to get to the club around six tonight for my shift. But other than that I'm kind of wiped out." She thought for a moment before looking at me with widened eyes, fluttering her eyelashes ridiculously with a comical grin. "Craaaaig... any chance I can impose on your day of being a bum and just veg out with you?"

I laughed at the goofy expression she was making and shrugged. "I support anyone's desire to be an unproductive member of society. I'm going to take care of these pans and then I'll meet you in there."

"Yaay!" she squealed, hopping and clapping her hands. "I'll get dressed and see you in a sec!"

I shook my head at her over the top excitement for a lazy day and scrubbed pans until they were as good as they were going to get. Drying off my hands, I walked back towards the bedroom, passing the door to the bathroom. As I did, it opened and we nearly ran into each other.

"Eep!" she squeaked, before laughing. "Sorry about that!"

I grinned and replied, "My fault, I'm not used to ...

... sharing the space with anyone these days. I guess I just kind of rampage through. You go ahead first."

She passed in front of me and I couldn't help but notice her change of clothes. She had switched into very short workout shorts and a tank top that clearly had no bra beneath it. Perfect loungewear but I couldn't help notice that I could feel a bit of a stirring inside me at the sight of her barely covered body walking in front of me.

We went into the bedroom and she jumped into bed. I climbed in after her and we got under the covers. I flipped the television on, opened up Netflix and browsed a bit until I found one of the comedy specials I had been wanting to watch.

"Good with this?" I asked.

"You're the driver, Craig," she said. "I'm good with it if you are."

Over the next half hour or so we laughed but over time I eventually noticed that Shana had gotten quiet. Glancing over at her, I realized that she had fallen back asleep. She was curled on her side and seemed to be sleeping peacefully. My gaze drifted across her features - her high cheekbones, the curve of her full lips, her long neck.

Shaking my head, I turned my attention back to the show. Shana would occasionally stir in her sleep, changing positions. At one point, she rolled over and draped her arm across my chest, her face nuzzled into my side. It had been so long since I'd had a woman touch me that I could feel the blood rushing to my groin, my cock starting to swell.

I refocused on the show ...