Into The Night - Sex Stories

Into The Night

Have you ever watched something that makes you want to look away but for some reason you just can’t tear your eyes from the view in front of you? For the past two hours I’d been doing exactly that, sneaking regular peeks at the couple sitting over by the window while I tried to focus on my job at the same time. Unfortunately every minute that passed by had me doing a lot more peeking than working. It couldn’t be helped, though. Logan had been my first high school crush, my only one really. We hadn’t run into each other once in the ten years since graduation, so setting eyes on him again had ended up having the same impact it did back when I first became infatuated. He’d dressed in a dark suit and white shirt, his loosened tie giving the impression he wasn’t all that comfortable wearing this kind of get up. His short brown hair had been slicked back as well, but the way he kept lifting his hand to run his fingers through it then stopping at the last second as if he’d just remembered he couldn’t, made me think he might still prefer that slightly messy, mostly sexy look he had in his younger years. While I leaned against the bar and waited for Sarah to fill my drink order, I noted how well the years had treated him. The lanky body I remembered as a teenager had filled out nicely, turning him into a tall, solid hunk of man, the kind who looked like he could easily toss a girl over his shoulder—maybe a scrawny waitress with long brown hair and a too-smart mouth—then haul her off ...

... to the bedroom where he’d… Hmm. Something about the way he and the woman related to each other made me think tonight’s date might be a little different from their usual. Possibly the tension in his shoulders or the way she kept preening and rearranging herself for maximum impact; a little cleavage here, a lot more leg there—and what was with all that glancing around to check if anyone other than Logan had noticed? They were all smiles when they arrived at the restaurant, but it didn’t take long to work out that hers was all for show. When I first approached their table his gaze dropped to my name tag, not lingering in a suggestive way like some guys did, just dropping for a second to gather the information he needed, then he met my eyes again and smiled. “Thought it was you,” he said, oblivious to the fact that one look from him could still knock me on my ass. “Yep. Yeah, it’s me.” I nodded like an idiot and had to mentally remind myself I’d long since moved on from my awkward teenage years. “Hey, Logan.” He smiled again and I swear my knees trembled. “Hey, Lace. How’ve you been?” “Good, good. You?” “Good, too. This is Celeste.” He indicated the dark-haired woman sitting opposite him with a nod of his head. I swung my gaze across to her just in time to see the tight, closed-lipped smile she spared me before slanting a look Logan’s way as if to say: Really? You’re introducing me to the wait staff? While I tapped my fingers on the bar and watched the two of them now, I pictured ...