Just Waiting For You To Ask - Sex Stories

Just Waiting For You To Ask

... any way they could, emails, phone calls and the occasional coffee or other type of drink. For a year, they had made an attempt at staying connected, sharing pieces of their lives in spurts. They both knew that they were doing nothing wrong but yet there was a connection, acceptance, shared misery or just a level of contentment of being able to be real. Speak their mind unguarded and happy. In time they began to drift again. Her self inflicted work schedule and his constant travel caused the bonds of friendship to be stretched… They still made attempts to connect, but life seemed to get in the way. One Friday afternoon he stopped in where she worked. The welcoming hug they shared was intense. They spent a rushed few minutes discussing various things and parted promising to find a time to get together. The following morning he awoke to find a note in his inbox, “Where are you when I need you….” This caused him to pause. What did this mean? Had she needed help, had she needed a “different” kind of help? He thought he recalled she was home alone that night and checking the time stamp he saw that it was very late when she sent it. He made a guess as to what she meant. He responded, “Just waiting for you to ask…” These two little lines seemed to open an entirely new area, an unknown. Could they? Would they? He assumed she has known since the beginning that he was physically attracted to her…he had always repressed it based on his thoughts that she never viewed him that way but ...

... yet her words are impossible to misinterpret. The End." “The End? Are you fucking kidding me? What kind of ending is that for a story,” Maddi screams as she hits him on the chest. “Well, I noticed you were getting sleepy and didn’t want to bore you.” “Bored is not what I was. I need to know what happens…do they get together, do they fall in love, do they remain in their miserable relationships and just find comfort when they can? What is going through their minds? Are they crazy? Jake speaks portions of sentences between kisses, starting at her neck, “It seems…” kissing slightly lower, “that their desire to touch one another,” his lips find her navel, “increased as they allowed,” lowering his lips to her hip bone, “their minds to wander,” as he gently kisses her inner thigh. His beard tickles her leg and she moves it to escape his light touches, although in moving it she is opening her thighs. His warm breath on her lips feels amazing. His hands wrap around her waist as he pulls her towards him. His tongue finding her wet with anticipation. Slowly he begins to explore, feeling her body respond to his touch. Her deep breathing …her tensed muscles…the gasps escaping from her throat. His tongue traces circles around her clit as he explores her folds with his fingers. Her hips thrust…her hands in his hair…pulling him into her…he feels her body tense…she finds the long awaited release…she collapses back into the pillow and looks down at him as he lay between her thighs. “So how did ...