Whisper That You Love Me - Sex Stories

Whisper That You Love Me

... properties.” “You could have called for an appointment,” I blustered. “Check your lease, Drew,” she said, her eyes scanning the visible portions of the apartment. “We’re allowed to make spot checks of the property for damage or illegal activity.” “I’ve been here a week!” I stammered. “There’s no damage. And I’m certainly not engaged in any illegal activity!” “Let me check the bedroom and bath,” she said. “Then I’ll be on my way.” “No,” I said, chagrined at my own reaction. “You’re right. I should have checked the lease. Let me at least offer you a cup of coffee.” “Really?” she laughed. “You’re going to bonk me with a chair and now you want me to stay for coffee?” “Of course,” I said. “I’m sorry. I thought somebody was breaking in.” She stepped toward to bedroom door. I noticed she’d worn some fashionable heels that accentuated the curve of her legs. She saw the mussed bed I’d left just an hour or so before, sniffed, and then turned to inspect the little bathroom. “Okay,” she said. “No damage and no evidence of nefarious activities, unless you count screwing a married woman in your bed.” “You want a cup of coffee?" I parried, turning toward the tiny kitchenette. “Sure,” she replied. “Here at the table?” “If you like.” “I could sit in the chair in the hallway you were going to hit me with.” “I’m sorry,” I said, pouring a mug of the hot brew for her and refilling my own cup. “I couldn’t find anything else for my defense.” She sat at the table and I pulled the chair back from ...

... the hallway and sat down. I looked at her, raised my cup. “Cheers,” I said. Dana was attractive, no doubt about it. Her dark hair was gathered across her left shoulder and she wore those obnoxious but sexy hoop earrings. The blouse and jacket she wore looked fairly professional except that her endowments were pressing them tightly. Her hands looked delicate and the rings she wore on the left hand looked costly, elegant and classy. “So, do you want to be honest with me?” I asked. “What are you doing here, really?” Her full lips formed around the rim of her mug and she sipped. She set it down firmly before looking at me. Her smile was coy. “I noticed you checking me out as we climbed the stairs the other day. In fact, as I climbed them today on my way here, I got a little tingle remembering. And,” she went on, “I know what you’re doing here. Cheryl told me she was helping out a friend. When I saw the two of you, though, I knew you were more than friends. She wore rings. You didn’t. She’s married, but not to you. The two of you are intimate, though.” “Cheryl needs some love and affection in her life,” I said. “Something she doesn’t get at home. But she’s committed to her marriage, so we needed a place where we can escape for a few hours each week.” “Who doesn’t?” Dana replied. “Surely not,” I asserted. “You’re a woman of quality and beauty. Someone undoubtedly loves you deeply and provides you with the very best.” “It’s hush money,” she said emphatically. “If I don’t bellow about ...