Far from Trivial - Sex Stories

Far from Trivial

... I felt a subtle but insistent ache between my thighs, almost painful in its need to be satisfied. There was no denying it: I was horny as hell. I was also attracted to Mason. Maybe a big part of it was because he understood from the start that I had the upper hand.

Before I could change my mind, I said, "Let's go to my place."

Mason blinked at me, appearing a bit stunned. He'd obviously been expecting a rejection. Then he grinned. "I'll follow you in my car."

It didn't take long for us to arrive at my house. While I unlocked the front door to let us inside, I kept worrying I'd made a mistake. If Mason and I discovered we weren't really attracted to each other, after all, trivia nights were going to be awkward as hell in the future. When we stepped into the living room, Mason looked around and said, "You have a lovely home, June."

"Thanks." After we set our stuff down on the table, I turned to Mason with a nervous smile. "I guess I should show you the bedroom next."

"Um, before we get started," he spoke in a rush, "I just want to say that while I love doing this, I'm not all that experienced. So I hope you'll tell me what you like and what you don't."

"Mason." I reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. "I'll be happy to tell you what feels good, but I don't want you to be anxious with me, okay?"

He cleared his throat, keeping his stare fixed on our hands clasped together. "I just don't want to disappoint you, June."

"You won't," I assured him. "Now ...

... come with me." I led him down the hall to my bedroom, where I turned on a single lamp. Mason took a deep breath, then let it out slowly before turning to me. His smile was more relaxed now, even eager. As he removed his glasses and placed them on the nightstand, I nodded toward the half bath which adjoined the bedroom. "I need to go freshen up."

"Please don't," Mason said. Seeing my confused expression, he hurried on. "It's just that I, um, would prefer it if you don't wash away your natural scent."

Now that was unexpected. In the past, I'd always insisted on being as clean as possible before a partner went down on me. My former husband liked to tease me about my lack of spontaneity. But Mason was requesting I do the exact opposite of my normal routine. Looking down, I noticed the outline of his erection beneath his dress pants. We'd barely touched, and he was already hard for me. While I was pleased to see him so aroused, I wanted to avoid any uncomfortable surprises.

"Just so you know," I told him, folding my arms over my chest, "I actually have pubic hair, unlike a lot of women your age." I thought he might change his mind about me freshening up if he was aware of that.

Mason only grinned and said, "All the better."

While he unbuttoned his shirt, I remained still, trying to shake off my insecurities. He must have sensed my hesitation, for he lifted his head to meet my gaze. "Everything okay, June?" I started to tell him this probably wasn't a good idea, but ...