Quarantined with Kell, Part II - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part II

... but didn’t look like she was doing much painting.

Her eyes were red as if she had been crying, but they lit up when they saw the huge bouquet I presented her.

“A peace offering,” I said, as she took the bouquet. “And I have dinner tonight. I trust you still like my blackened trout recipe?”

“I love your blackened trout recipe,” she said, with a sniffle.

She wrapped her arms around me. I looked into her green eyes, pushed a strand of curls from her face.

“I am sorry,” I said. “I’m a cowardly, sad, over-calculating jerk. Let’s give this thing a try, shall we?”

She kissed me.

“Let’s pick up where we left off,” she whispered.

My pulse beat in my ears, pounded in my cock. My hands slid down her back to her bare ass behind the smock. This moment had been building across five years of suppressed feelings. I needed her, I needed release. Later we could have slow, passionate sex, but for now I wanted to burn with her like a meteor flaring on entry. Hot, fast, with an afterglow.

She had other ideas.

She kissed me quickly on the lips, then pulled back.

“Do you have a bathing suit?” she asked.

“A what? A bathing suit? Why?”

“Like I said, I want to pick up where we left off.”

She wanted to – literally – pick up where we left off. Meaning where we were when my mother – her sister – interrupted us five years ago.

I dashed down to the car and came back with a stack of three boxes piled precariously in my arms. I dumped them in the corner next to my ...

... overnight bag and my suitcase which had been delivered by the airline while I was at the storage space.

Kell came out of her bedroom area wearing a bikini. It wasn’t the exact bikini she was wearing that day on the beach, but it was the same basic format. I dug out a pair of trunks and scooted in the bathroom to change. I came out shirtless, shoeless, in just the trunks.

She gestured me over to the rug that sat in the living room area. She sat down with her legs apart in front of her. She tossed her top to the side and seated me like I was seated that night on the beach, facing her, my legs above hers.

“Wow,” I whispered. “I remember where my hands were . . . and where yours were.”

She giggled and leaned forward to give me a kiss. I took her breasts in my hands. She stroked my cock through my trunks, then loosened the waist cord and reached inside, sliding her full hand up and down the shaft. She used a fingernail to gently rub under the tip, then wrapped her hand hand around it again. We kissed again. I teased her tongue with mine.

This was exactly where we had left off on the beach that night five years ago.

My phone rang with a video call.

“There she is, busted again,” I said, stifling a snicker. Kell started laughing as well. I leaned back. The mood was momentarily broken as we both cracked up.

I leaned back in, put my hand around Kell’s neck, pulled her towards me. Our lips kissed.

Kell giggled, then broke into laughing again.

“I can’t deal ...