Model Et Tu? - Sex Stories

Model Et Tu?

... know what we were doing before now, I thought, she does now.

After a few brief shinning moments in afterglow, I let her legs return to the ground. "We've got to get dressed. We shouldn't hold up Diane from leaving.

She just demurely nodded her head, not looking up to look in my eyes. Yep. This was a once and done, last hurrah for us. I could feel it in her already changed attitude.

When she looked up, her former steely look of distance had returned. I handed her some rough napkins from the sink, and she duly cleaned herself up. Of course, we both still smelled like sex, but that couldn't be helped.

A minute later, we exited the room and went to seek Diane out in her office. "Sorry for that delay, Diane. You might not know, but Sharon and I were married. So we had to work something out after modeling."

I could see her nose twitch as she said, "I'll make sure to not have that difficulty in the future," she said with a wry smile.Handing us our money, "I'll still have you back in the future... Just not as a male female couple.

"Thank you," Sharon and I said simultaneously, both of us more than a little abashed.

Waling out the front door of the Studio, Sharon looked at me with a look that said 'Let's not meet this was again,' and turned to walk off in the opposite direction from me.

Well, it was only two hours, I thought, not one year. Not that I wouldn't miss her. I was still very much in love with her, much to my chagrin.

Sighing deeply, I adjusted my backpack and began walking to the metro close by.

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