Cut Loose Ch. 1 - Sex Stories

Cut Loose Ch. 1

... is just getting better. There’s a love birds special we have going on here if you’re interested. 45% off for $30 or more.”

“Uh...sure.”

“Alright. Good choice. Trust me, with how much penetration’s going on tonight, you don’t need any of that done to your wallet, amiright?”

I nervously chuckle at his terrible joke as he scans our stuff. Before long, he finishes scanning and implements the special. I pay the amount before grabbing the bags and heading out.

“Have fun, you two,” he calls out as we depart, “Make every second count.”

I think I’m gonna be sick. I mean, this is my aunt. And I just made someone think about me banging her. Starting to think the deal wasn’t worth it. But who knows? Maybe my opinion will change after I taste the drinks. I mean, they’ve gotta be pretty damn good if Carrie’s willing to go through that to get them, right?

We converse about different topics as we head back to her car, not even giving what we just did any further thought. Thank God we’re on the same page on that front. I just wanna get that thought out of my mind. I mean, for fuck’s sake, she’s way out of my league anyway. Like I could pull someone like her on my own fruition. Just look at her: sexy face, perfect b-cup tits, hypnotizingly thick thighs, body so irresistible it’ll have a grown man dropping to his knees pleading for-

“Ethan, you there?” I hear her say, snapping me out of my thoughts, “Hope you don’t plan on blistering out here in the sun. For one, I ...

... need your help bringing these inside and for another won’t be the best look if you just suffered heat stroke without being involved with the reunion.”

We collect the bags and head to her hotel room. After setting down the drinks, I get a good look at the place. It’s not bad at all. Far better than mine. I’m gonna need to see who she’s in contact with because there’s no way this place was cheap by any means.

My admiration is interrupted as I hear Carrie opening up a bottle. I turn to her, seeing her choice of beverage being raspberry champagne. This woman always had impeccable taste in drinks. She pours some into a couple of glasses and hands me one, to which I happily accept before we partake in the raspberry goodness. And oh my God, that’s the best champagne I’ve ever had.

“See?” she says, seeing the look of enlightenment on my face, “Good, right?”

“It’s alright, I guess,” I joke back, garnering a chuckle in response, “To think I had to pretend I was gonna plow you in order to get these.”

“Yeah...Yeah...Crazy thought, isn’t it?”

That sounded a bit less genuine than I was expecting. She opens up a bottle of blueberry schnapps and mixes the two drinks in both cups.

“Of course you wouldn’t,” I say in a joking tone, “I wouldn’t wanna fight off the dozens of other studs you have at your beckon call.”

She gradually stops chuckling as she sips from her cup.

“What, you worried about the big buff boys kicking the shit out of me for entertaining the ...