My Dirty Secrets Chapter 2.1 - Sex Stories

My Dirty Secrets Chapter 2.1

... plans?" He asked with his gaze fixed on my painted toes.

"Nope, how about you?"

"Probably just dinner and TV with you then," He said with his mind still obviously distracted.

The evening went pretty blandly. I made a pizza and put it on one plate, so we had to share. We watched a movie, and I couldn't even focus on it. Using my romper to its full effect, I propped my leg up as usual and could feel my panties tugging against my pussy as the breeze from the ceiling fan cooled my inner thighs. After a while, this was going nowhere. Had I done something wrong? I know there are some serious barriers to overcome here, but I was all but grabbing his cock here.

Getting up, I went to my room and started to get ready for bed. I dropped my romper to the ground and kept my purple cheeky panties on. I looked in the mirror and saw my tits. Unable to resist, I put some glimmer powder on to draw extra attention to my girls. I grabbed my usual bedtime tank top and looked for my shorts. When I caught a glimpse of my ass in those panties, the thought of shorts went right out the window.

"We're doing this," I said to myself.

I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Nick was in his room. What was he doing in there? He slept in shorts and a t-shirt and usually didn't change until it was time to get in bed. As I brushed my teeth, I played through every scenario that was about to happen or not happen. I finished, and it was time to see how my choice of PJs would affect Nick. ...

... I'm sure I'd get at least a look or two.

Walking into the living room, there he sat. The man was a god. He was a specimen, even in only a pair of gym shorts. His muscular thighs just crossed casually as he looked at me. His pierced nipples and broad chest and shoulders pulled up, showing off his tattooed physique. His muscular arm rested across the back of the couch, halfway behind where I usually sat! Was this it?

"Keep it together, girl," I said under my breath as I entered the kitchen.

Sticking to my plan, I filled my glass with ice water. I hid halfway in the fridge and pinched my nipples hard. I wanted them to be easily noticeable when I sat down. He needed to see me as a woman with desires and needs. Second-guessing myself, I filled a glass for Nick. That wasn't unusual. He would almost always ask if I was getting one for myself.

"Are we a comfy pair or what?" I giggled.

"Yeah, I didn't wear a shirt," he fumbled.

"I couldn't tell," I laughed.

He was an intelligent man, but it was apparent that I was getting the better of him. He may have looked like a giant, but he was as soft and sweet a man as I'd met. It was time to give this a try. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Exhaling slowly, I poured my water down the front of my shirt.

"Shit," I said as I began to rub the water into my shirt, making sure to keep up the act.

"I'll grab a towel," Nick said as he shoved his glass into the crease of the couch.

He came back, and his eyes were ...