Glamour Shots, Chapter 14 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 14

Slightly chilled now, we felt the welcome heat of the house envelop our naked and still-damp bodies as we crossed the kitchen and great room and headed down the hall, en route to the bedroom where our clothes were. Our first inkling that we had a problem on our hands was the unmistakable sound of some very vigorous lovemaking emanating from that very room, through the partially-open door, those timeless, unique little noises – moans and gasps, a few soft cries and uttered words, the squeak of the mattress and the rustle of the bedding, a few moist little body sounds – which combine to tell a story we all know and recognize. Allison turned and looked at me as we approached the door, her eyes wide, her pupils dilated with arousal as the sounds of sex stoked the already smoldering fire in her body. I tell myself that if the door had been closed we would have respected their privacy, and that’s probably true, as both Alli and I tend to have pretty good manners and respect for others – boundaries, don’cha know - but the door wasn’t closed. Instead, it stood open about halfway, a good eighteen inches between the edge of the door and the frame, and through that eighteen inches we could see Michael and Marci making love on the bed. They were in the classic “missionary” position, but it would be very difficult to reconcile the passion and ardor of their coupling with any possible image that the word “missionary” might bring to mind! She was on her back, yes, and he was on top of her ...

... and between her legs, but that’s about where the missionaries left off and two strong, healthy, sexy, beautiful people having passionate, raw, animalistic sex took over; in as few words as possible, they were fucking the daylights out of each other! Her arms were around his neck and her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, crossed at the ankles, heels dug into the top of his ass crack and helping to drive him into her with each forward thrust, her pale skin like cream against his dark chocolate brown. In all honesty, with the way the powerful, well-defined muscles in his ass, thighs, and back were bunching and flexing with each thrust, I don’t think that the extra impetus provided by her heels was really necessary; it was probably more of a signal to him of her need, arousal, and eagerness than anything. The foot of the bed was toward the door, and they had – to our good fortune and viewing pleasure – thrown themselves onto it in the proper orientation; accordingly, we had a front row seat, from about ten or twelve feet away, for the incredibly graphic and arousing view of his thick, dark cock plunging into her in improbably long, deep strokes, and his huge balls flopping back and forth, dragging across the bedspread and slapping wetly against her bottom each time he drove deep. It was amazingly arousing, so much more so than I would have thought that it could possibly be, the fact that it was our friends and real, and raw, and live, not some cheesy video, creating an ...