Little Miss Calculation - Sex Stories

Little Miss Calculation

... laughed, but admired as well. He had nice, thick arms and muscular shoulders she loved sinking her nails into. His ego flexed more than his muscles. “You look good. You been working out?” Hayden laughed. “Just enough to catch the eye of the ladies.” Elaine rolled her eyes. “Of course. Never forget the sluts.” “Now, now. Let’s not be judgmental.” He ran his thumb across her smooth mound and traced her tattoo with his fingertips. “Some would say this is pretty slutty.” “Haaa…” His thumb made contact with her clit and scrambled her thoughts. She regrouped, one hand on his chest. “It’s a yoga thing. Tree of li–aee–ife…” He stroked her lengthwise with the soft pad of his thumb tip, just hard enough to make everything constrict. “I meant this. Casual sex with a coworker. And at work, too.” He strummed her faster and her hips bucked to keep up. “Is that not slutty?” “Just shu… just…” Just shut up and fuck me. She couldn’t compose the words. Her throat was too busy forcing out a moan as she crashed through another orgasm. The last of the night was tender. Locked gazes. Entwined hands. Strained breathing. This was the feeling she kept returning for. She’d come for the excitement of public sex and stayed for the blissful relaxation. Elaine didn’t cum when Hayden expanded inside her, but she was still riding out the last one. She was content to rock forward and feel him fill her with his liquid heat. “That was fun.” “Always is.” He made no move to get up. “You don’t have to worry about ...

... messing this up. And if you are, we shouldn’t go there.” She watched her fingers idle on his branching collarbone and wondered if she could get away without saying anything. She thought she’d dodged this conversation with the sex. So she dragged her eyes back up to his. “I’m just being selfish. I want my fun and not letting you have yours.” She kissed him, more firmly this time. “And what kind of friend would I be then? All benefits–“ “And no friend.” **** Elaine searched 12 Steps Down from its dingy entrance. At 8:30, the basement bar was stuck in the twilight between the dinner crowd and the nighttime one, so it was easy to see that she was the first to arrive. She relaxed the death grip on her suede clutch purse, pulled the door closed behind her, and headed for the booth in the corner. The gym closed early on Saturday evenings, making it a convenient day for the employees at City Fitness to attend something resembling a happy hour. This was her first time out with everyone since she and Hayden had started hooking up and she had to remind herself to be cool. “What can I get you tonight, hon,” the lone server asked. “A pitcher of Coors Light and a vodka tonic.” “A girl who can hold her booze. I like it.” Elaine didn’t bother correcting her. She was too busy thinking about that other thing, about being cool. Not that it was a big deal. People did this sort of thing all the time. It was just sex, after all. They were having fun. No one was getting hurt. Just… be cool. “Look ...