Truth is Better than Fiction - Sex Stories

Truth is Better than Fiction

... them on the coffee table in front of us, the top button of her jeans coming unfastened. I pretended to not notice. “I’ve been working on a video project,” Riley remarked, “and I need your professional eyes to tell what you think.” Riley handed me her iPad and used the scroll bar to position a video on the screen for our viewing, as I held the iPad in my hands. The video was a short one, of about a minute or so, of products – leather products, like key rings, purses, knife sheaths, and jewelry- made by Riley and some of her friends. I watched the short video as both Riley and Jessie leaned against me. The sweet clean aroma of both girls was tantalizing and for once I was glad I had a device in my hand to hide what was happening in my trousers. The video ended. “What do you think?” Riley asked. “It’s pretty good,” I replied. “Maybe you can help us shoot some more shots,” Riley injected, “with us as models.” I had no problem with her suggestion. Riley took the iPad from me. “But videos is not what I wanted to ask you about,” Riley remarked, as she opened the browser on the iPad. I watched as she opened a web page for story-telling. I sat in stunned silence as she opened the web page and went right to a story I had written and that had been posted on the page. Even worse, it was a fictional piece I had written about Riley, but had changed the names. Riley didn’t say a word. “It’s fictional,” I stammered out. Riley smiled. “I know it is, but really now, my boobs are not that ...

... big, are they?” Riley inquired. I could tell Riley was enjoying the awkwardness of the situation. Riley put her hand on my upper thigh and squeezed. “I had no idea you even remotely liked me,” Riley remarked. “It’s just a fantasy,” I replied. “Fantasies aren’t a bad thing,” Riley replied. I glanced at Jessie. Her wink and smile told me I was in serious trouble. Riley slipped her hand up to my crotch and cupped my balls, while applying a light squeeze on my manhood. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Riley stood up in front of me, parting my legs with a tap of her foot, so she could stand between them. I watched as she turned and faced away from me, and then slowly and suggestively peel her jeans from her body, looking back at me, to gauge my reaction. She had on a pink thong which barely covered what needed to be covered. She stepped out of the jeans and faced me, biting down on her lower lip, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. Riley stepped forward and placed a knee on each side of my hips, settling down on my thighs. She crossed her arms. Reaching under the sides of her sports bra, she pulled it over her head and tossed it to the side. She looked at Jessie. “Come on girl,” Riley remarked, “I need some help here.” Jessie turned on the couch next to me and stripped out of her sports bra as well. “Now, we’re talking,” Riley responded. Jessie’s breasts were a bit smaller than Riley’s, but every bit as perky, with rock hard nipples. Riley fiddled with the button and ...