My Dirty Secrets 3.1 - Sex Stories

My Dirty Secrets 3.1

... thought of Melissa's drawer with her purple sex toy. This led to some guilt about not only borrowing her dildo but also what I was currently doing with Nick. I could tell he felt it, too. I took my hands off of his cock and just enjoyed touching him. I rubbed soap on his back and could feel the muscles hidden beneath the big man's skin. Nick wasn't fat. He had a bit of a tummy that I found cute. I sometimes forgot just how strong he was.

Nick gently moved aside, letting me stand beneath the showerhead. The water felt good against my shoulders. Looking at him made me feel so many things. My body was prepared to surrender to him. Yet, he chose not to use me as he could have.

I leaned over and kissed him. I felt his fuzzy, wet beard against my face as I found his soft lips. Just a kiss, nothing more. He deserved to know that I didn't want to use him either. He was a man, and I was a woman, but that didn't mean either of us was obligated to the service of the other.

As he opened the curtain, Nick surprised me, leaning back in and kissing me twice on my lips. Again, sweet kisses, not trying to push toward anything sexual. He caught me unaware. I had essentially been the instigator of our encounters. This was the first time he'd allowed himself to show me affection on his own. I was happy that he felt safe kissing me.

Nick got out, dried off, and closed the door. I finished my shower, and admittedly, I played a little with the showerhead as I cleaned myself from the ...

... night before. Giving my lady a fresh shave, I turned the water off. I dried off a bit and didn't concern myself with covering my body as I left the bathroom. I was secure in knowing I could show Nick what was his as I walked naked into my bedroom and closed the door.

Putting on my black bra and panties, I heard Nick holler from the kitchen, "Coffee?"

"I don't drink coffee, remember?" I answered without opening the door.

"That's right. Coffee is a morning thing, and you don't participate in mornings," he said in his signature giggle, which showed he'd amused himself. He was cute.

I was planning to head to my friend Amber's. We did each other's nails and went to lunch regularly. It was a fun way of saving money on our nails and a great excuse to spend time together. I carried my sheets and some other laundry to the laundry room opposite the bathroom. I heard the door close. It was just Nick coming back in for his coffee after smoking. He was predictable in the mornings.

"Back in eight!" He yelled so I could hear him.

"Then I'll see you in eight," I said, feeling happy that he made sure to acknowledge me before leaving.

Starting the washer, I texted Amber to plan when we would meet for lunch. I waited for my laundry and turned on the TV. I had an hour to kill before the clothes were finished washing and in the dryer.

As the washer began spinning, I could hear its unbalanced bumping sound. Nick burst into the door.

"Hey, has Melissa been home?" he asked, ...