Quarantined with Kell, Part III - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part III

... the maximum load when big brother comes all over her favorite aunt just for her. And come all over you I will.”

Kell squealed in delight.

“This is going to be so fucking hot. I can’t wait to set this up.” She rolled over to where her phone was and before I knew it had snapped a pic of me lying on the floor with my cock pointing at the ceiling.

She sighed and texted away contentedly on her phone while I watched her. A minute later, she showed me a shot Bridge sent her. It was a pair of soaking wet panties.

I stared at the ceiling thinking of anything but sex until my erection softened a little.

“I need to take a shower and start cooking,” I said, getting up.

“I’ll join you.”

“Nope. There will be no more funny business until Bridge is on the line. Save it for her. You can shower when I am done.”

“Ooh, denying me. Sexy.” She made a pouty face.

“And we need to decide what we are wearing to our romantic dinner,” I added.

“Oooh, can I pick your outfit?” Kell asked.

“Only if I can pick yours.”

“Deal!”

She crawled over to where my luggage and boxes were and started pawing through them. I already knew what I wanted her to wear. I went back into her bedroom where she had a walk-in closet with a lot of room and a lot of clothes. I didn’t immediately see what I sought, so I went one-by-one through both racks on both sides. In the very back, hidden where she wouldn’t have to see it and be reminded of her heartbreak, was the sleek, silk electric ...

... blue dress she had worn that first night we met when I came to town. The night I had broken her heart.

In the studio, she was still on her knees digging through my boxes. When she saw the dress, her heart caught in her throat. She sank her head in her hands and cried.

“I am so sorry I broke your heart,” I said. “You looked so beautiful in this dress. I want you to wear it tonight so I can make it up to you.”

She stood and embraced me, sobbing into my chest, then she pulled back and nodded.

“I will wear it,” she said.

“And nothing else,” I added.

Her sly smile returned behind her tears.

“And nothing else.”

She picked me out a pair of soft khaki slacks and a dress shirt, which she insisted be mostly unbuttoned, and added her own “and nothing else” instructions.

I showered, shaved, dressed and came out for her inspection. She unbuttoned a couple more buttons then gave me a thumbs up and I got to work on the kitchen while she took a long bath and shampoo. I took her in a glass of wine.

When she came out from her bedroom right before we ate, she wore the blue dress. The spaghetti straps cascaded down her shoulders, partially hidden by her mane of curly red hair. The fabric draped softly over her breasts accentuating them within the folds. Her upward-facing nipples pressed sharply against the satin, clearly visible, and she had left a deep V in the neckline that reached all the way down to her navel. Below the belt, I could see flashes of her freshly ...