A husband gets an unconventional proposition from the pastor's virgin daughter.
His wife takes a friend along to an anonymous outdoor meet-up where names are a no-no, group participation is encouraged, and video is optional.
A 5700 word erotic story.
For mature audiences only. Contains dogging, a fertile virgin with an older man, anal play, and a mature woman with a younger man.
I'm standing next to the coffee pot. Pouring a cup that I'll drink black. I don't see Susan – she's probably gossiping with her friend Cara, somewhere in the crowd. The coffee nears the rim and I stop, bringing it up to my lips for a taste. There's a jostle, and I feel my arms jerk forward. Hot liquid spills from the cup. Some of it falling on the floor, a splash of it on my shirt, another taste making a premature entrance into my throat. I cough, feeling the burn.
A woman behind me says, “I'm...I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to – ”
I turn around. I see a beautiful young woman, a brunette with a light tan and freckles on her nose. She's wearing a white blouse underneath a grey wool cardigan, and a floral print skirt that falls below her knees. I steal a glance at her chest as I look up at her eyes, a subtle hint of her young curves underneath. “It's ok. Really, don't worry about it.” I wipe my shirt. It's stained, but I've never been one to fret over clothes.
She looks ashamed. I put my hand on her arm, reflexively. I say, “Really, it's fine.” I smile at her, and she meets my smile with hers. Something radiant, her red lips parting and revealing straight white teeth. That's when I catch a hint of her smell. Her sweetness. Like a ripe peach I could sink my teeth into. I feel a stirring in my jeans, the beginning of a throb. The married man's torture.
She holds out her hand. “I'm Laura. Laura Nesbith.”