What price, curiosity. Part 2 Oblivion - Sex Stories

What price, curiosity. Part 2 Oblivion

Tom sighed moodily, nudged a shell with his foot and glanced at his watch; he swore he could see the hands stop and shudder backwards. “Bloody hell,” he muttered under his breath. He heard himself sigh again and swore, “Fuck, I sound like a bloody sixteen year old girl.” Bending, he scooped up a small stone feeling its smooth contours with the pad of his thumb before heaving it out to sea with a deep grunt. He hated being alone, now more than ever as his mind kept returning to the very place it shouldn’t; returning to wide hazel eyes that watched his every move. He'd woken early this morning with just that image swirling through his dreams. Tom felt disgusted when not minutes later he again caught himself mid-sigh as he contemplated the fact that Paris seemed completely unfazed by their encounter, in fact if anything she seemed to have forgotten it entirely; which, when he thought about it, offended him greatly. He was far from forgettable; well that’s what women told him. A self-depreciating grin flickered over his lips and was gone, replaced once more with a sullen scowl. Scrubbing his hand through his hair, Tom’s thoughts turned to the bed he’d crawled out of at some ungodly hour this morning. His lips pulled into a grimace as he tried to remember her name…Charlotte? Didn’t really matter, he thought, she was interchangeable; a warm body to lose himself in. He glanced at his watch for what felt like the fifth time in as many minutes. ‘Where is she?’ he grumbled under his ...

... breath. With a grunt he angrily kicked a small rock out onto the sand and watched moodily as a flock of seagulls swooped and haggled, before flying off in disgust. “Oi. Knucklehead!” Tom glanced up and felt a surge of relief, his mood lightening as he heard Paris’s familiar voice over the screeching gulls. Eyes slitting against the sun’s glare, Tom watched as she sauntered slowly towards him, a dark silhouette with voluptuous hips swaying. “Hey you,” she called out again, her hand lifting in a quick wave, fingers waggling. “I’ve got ice-cream.” Her lips were spread wide in a happy grin and a smudge of chocolate fudge rode the tip of her slightly upturned nose. “You want some?” She laughed. “What am I saying, of course you do, here.” Paris scooped up a healthy spoonful of chocolate ice-cream slathered in fudge and nuts and wove it temptingly under Tom’s nose, yanking it out of his reach several times before laughingly relenting and almost shoving it up his left nostril as she enthusiastically force fed him. “Yum, right?” she queried. Tom spluttered as he yanked his head backwards, only narrowly avoiding having his eyeball removed with a plastic spoon as her waving hand whipped through the air. Her whole body twirled in a tight circle as she laughed happily. “Such a gorgeous day, don’t you think, Tom?” As Tom searched the heavens, one eyebrow winged skywards as he watched black clouds gather on the horizon. “Sure, if you don’t mind getting blown off the face of the earth. What’s ...