Late Night Calls - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Late Night Calls - Part 3

... voice before I flicked the switch and connected the two. My best friend and the man I had a crush on.

For a second, I considered listening in. But listening in would make my job even more difficult. What I knew by now made it nearly impossible to stay professional. My imagination was going wild anyway, no need to add a real-life soundtrack.

And Louis would be waiting, soon.

I called myself a taxi, not willing to suffer through another hot and bothered bus ride. The driver collected me near the back entrance and made a huge fuzz about getting me inside his car. As If I had never sat down on a car seat before.

I sighed. Louis. Louis would make everything better.

The doorbell chimed mere minutes after I had got home. I pushed the intercom button.

“Yes?”

“Hola mi Corazón.” Louis's voice. I buzzed him in. Louis was from Argentina. He had come over to England as a singer and musician and as a tango teacher. Teaching tango had led to another career. A career that ultimately paid better than teaching and singing, even though he was still doing both. You can imagine why I like Louis; he has the clear and strong voice of the cantador. And the body and dexterity of a dancer.

I opened the door and listened for his footsteps.

I heard him humming before I heard his steps on the soft carpet.

“Hola mi Corazón Chiara.”

I smiled. After I had taught him to pronounce my Irish name not as Chi- a -rah, but as Ki-ra. He always put more emphasis on the -ra. Making ...

... it sound more Spanish than Irish.

“Hola Louis.” I opened my arms, and he slipped into my embrace, kissing me softly. Humming an old Astor Piazzolla tango, he grabbed me and led me dancing back into my flat. I drowned in his scent as we twirled around my living room.

“What is on your mind tonight, mi Corazón?”

I pressed myself closer to his body, already feeling something stir in his groin area. I kissed him.

“You’re the best dance partner I’ll ever have. And you are the best lover I had in a long time, Louis. Tonight, I need your cock. And I need it deep inside me.”

I felt his lips curl into a smile against my cheek. “I think we can manage that. But may I ask…” He trailed off.

“Yes.” It was all he needed to hear. I grinned. We had struck a deal long ago.

I felt him inch away.

“You get ready, I will sort some music and pour us some wine.”

Since he had twirled me around whilst dancing, I needed to get my bearings again. Louis noticed and without another word softly turned me a few degrees. “Bedroom. There.”

When he entered the room a little bit later, I was already stretched out on the bed. My clothes were piled on a chair. Faint music was coming from the living room. Fado, slow and melancholic. I head glasses chink on the nightstand next to me.

Fabric rustled; a belt buckle was opened. The tall shadow that was Louis shifted, and I felt the bed move under his weight as he knelt on it. He was kneeling at my feet, I turned on my back and slightly ...