Little Miss Calculation - Sex Stories

Little Miss Calculation

... was drawn to it. Yet she couldn’t look at it. She focused everywhere else. The ripples cast by his kicking feet. The coolness of the water as she dipped her legs into it. How the light wavered like ribbons across the floor’s tiles mosaic. Everywhere but at the man who sat there, drinking her in. “You’re very beautiful,” he whispered. The frenetic energy buzzing through her pushed out a sigh. “Can I kiss you?” She shut her eyes, but nodded. Yes. Please, yes… He did and she lost herself in it. Like before, his kiss came strong yet gentle. She sensed strength beneath the surface. Sensed it in every deliberate move he made. When she felt the press of Hayden’s body to her right, she relaxed and turned him, kissing him like he’d been gone for ages. She tasted the bite of whiskey on his tongue. He held a flask. “In case you need something to calm your nerves.” How did he already know her so well? Elaine took if from him and tipped it back, letting the fiery alcohol burn down a trail down her throat. Thomas took a swig of his own, then stole another kiss from her. They finished the flask that way, passing it around, sharing kisses, letting the alcohol insinuate itself through their bodies until the last bits of awkwardness were gone. The charged current that had been buzzing through her all night long was still there, but not the anxiety. Hayden ran up her spine. Instinctively, she arched away from him, breaking her kiss with Thomas, and looked back. Before she could say a word, ...

... Thomas wrapped his lips around the erect tip of her left breast. Hayden’s eyes widened in a isn’t-this-cool expression before he kissed her over her shoulder. “We’re not here just to make-out, you know.” She kissed him again, sloppier now. The men switched places. Thomas at her mouth, Hayden on her tits. She reclined into Hayden. Let herself go. Let herself give in to their touches and tastes. Hayden slipped into the pool, just between her legs, and Elaine’s heart really started going. The men struck together. Thomas at her breasts and Hayden between her thighs. She stretched back, supine, and the humid surface of the floor kissed the tops of her shoulders. Thomas held her arched back like a tribute, his large hand in the center of her spine as he worshipped at her breasts. “Ah, yes, yes!” Her cries reverberated between the water’s surface and the vaulted ceiling. She opened herself wider and lifted a leg onto Hayden’s shoulder. Her toes swirled in the water behind his back. Hayden’s fingers, chilled by the pool water, slithered across her clean-shaven mound. She gasped as he penetrated her, splaying the fingers of her free hand out along the small tiles of the pool’s mosaic. So full. Thomas redoubled his efforts on her nipples, lapping faster. Did Hayden have one finger in her? Two? “Gah!” Three?! In her hazy state, she decided not to take responsibility for her actions. How could she in the arms of all this glorious testosterone? So when she reached between Thomas’s legs and ...