Breathe - Sex Stories

Breathe

... booked the other nights of the week.” “Weekends, then,” he replied quickly, “You call the time. I’ll even use my pull with Security to give us some privacy.” Jenna looked aside, grinning, swaying in her uncertainty. “Maybe Sunday, but...” Tyrone pressed his chin down. “I could make it worth your while.” She shook her head. “I don’t expect to be paid.” “Even better!” He clapped and rubbed his hands. “Shows how good a businessman I am.” Again she smiled and tilted her head tilted regarding him with mild suspicion. Tyrone offered his hand. “Sunday afternoon. Deal?” Jenna shifted her sleek eyes from his hand to his face then back. Finally she took his hand, noticing how fair her skin looked against his ebony tones. It dawned on her that she had never actually touched Tyrone before. Her appreciation of his brute, raw energy spiked instantly. As they shook hands, he said, “This’ll be good, Jenna” With the slightest hesitancy he felt in her soft, pale hand, a deep hunger quickly manifested in his mind and spirit. Tyrone felt very certain about his words. *** Now... A dozen knots twisted in Jenna’s core and a million thoughts bounced in her head like marbles on a tilting floor as she moved in guarded silence before the seated Tyrone. Her “flow” was less a circular ripple of water and more like waves crashing upon rocks. Poses which had previously been as easy as walking and whistling were suddenly awkward pantomimes. “Balance on one foot, lift the other leg behind you, curl it up ...

... and reach for it. Curve your back and lean forward. Reach the other hand forward. Breathe…” She felt the unsteady pulse in her neck and wrist, just little tremors below the skin, but they threw her balance off as if the earth was shifting beneath her. She hobbled unsteadily. “Breathe, Jenna… ” “You’re not breathing,” Tyrone said, stating succinct fact. That didn’t help Jenna. It just heightened her awareness of Tyrone’s presence, his eyes upon her. She frowned. A gleam of perspiration appeared on her temple. Tyrone looked on like a wall of granite even as he felt the swells of hot-blooded desire coursing through him. He trained his dark eyes upon Jenna. As much as he admired and appreciated her calm and soothing demeanor, seeing her even slightly unsure of herself, and knowing he was the catalyst for it, was something he found much more enticing, more stimulating than any lucrative business deal. It was like backing prey to the edge of a cliff. “Some help?” Tyrone stood up. Jenna’s frown deepened as she stumbled out of the pose. “Ah. It’s alright. I told you I just did this casually.” “No, it looked good,” he said as he stood by her side and nodded, “Give it another go.” Chin down, she looked at him from the corner of her eyes. She rolled them upwards to meet his face, suddenly too aware of Tyrone’s height and size advantage. He stood there waiting. It was obvious that he wasn’t asking her to try the pose again. Jenna slipped her lips into her mouth, moistening them as she ...