The Lonely Salesman Chapter Three Part One - Sex Stories

The Lonely Salesman Chapter Three Part One

My alarm went off at 7 AM. I reached up to hit the snooze button and felt her warmth beside me. Connie's sleepy eyes opened, and she half grinned at me. I pushed the snooze, wrapped my arm around her soft shoulder, and pulled her tighter.

Connie sighed and just snuggled in closer to me. Neither of us wanted to get up; we wanted the warm, comfortable feeling of waking up in your lover's arms to last forever. A new day was dawning, and with it, a new passion was swelling in my heart. Connie had opened her heart to me, and I gladly accepted the responsibility of filling her void there.

We didn't speak for the longest time that third morning. Our bodies had become one in the past two days, and I knew we were both thinking of our minds and souls melting together just as our bodies had.

She said, “Philly, I’m feeling something I didn’t think I’d ever feel again.”

"I think we should nurture the feelings we are both having; let's see if they grow," I said.

She smiled and said, "I'd like that."

Connie kissed me on the cheek, slid out of bed, pulled my soft, warm comforter, and wrapped it around her body as she walked toward the bathroom.

Maybe I didn't say what she had hoped for and that she wanted to be alone for a few minutes. I felt like I may be falling in love with her, but before I said those words, I wanted to make sure we weren't just lusting for each other and confusing that lust for love. I wanted to see if my feelings would grow without making ...

... incredible love with her.

Connie came back into my bedroom wearing my long black terry cloth bathrobe. She had brushed her hair out and looked incredible for having just woken up. She sat on the edge of the bed and took my hand in hers.

“Philly, we should talk.” She whispered.

The tone of her voice and the expression on her face told me that she was worried about what the outcome of our conversation would be.

"I know what you're thinking," I said.

Connie replied, "No, you don't know what I'm thinking."

"Okay, tell me what you're thinking then," I asked.

Connie took a deep breath and held my hand between hers. She looked very nervous, almost to the point where I expected to see tears in her eyes.

She said, "Philly, since we met, we've become good friends and, in the last few days, incredible lovers. It scares me to think where we may be headed. I have so many doubts and fears about myself. I am so used to having the men in my life use me and hurt me physically or mentally that I've put up an emotional wall around myself. I just wanted you…..”

I interrupted her to say, "The last few weeks have been something special, and I agree that yesterday and the day before were nothing short of spectacular. Let's take our time and see if our relationship continues to grow. If, as I believe, it does, any emotional barrier you have in place will melt away quickly."

"But that's what scares me most," Connie said. "What if it doesn't melt away?"

I pondered her statement ...