1. Fool's Paradise


    Date: 10/9/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Erotica, Reluctance, Romance, Young, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    Max lay on his side, watching the alarm clock as it ticked its way closer and closer to seven a.m. The sun was coming in strong and sharp through the crack between the curtains and he could hear birds chirping away in the hedge outside. It was funny, but every time he saw Eva, she reminded him of a bird. Maybe it was the way she walked, that edgy grace, the upbeat attentiveness. He sighed loudly, and felt foolish because nobody was there to hear him. He was feeling foolish more and more these days. He shouldn’t have done it. That was the point. He shouldn’t have been so arrogant, so sure of himself. She wasn’t going to show up. Why would she? Eva wasn’t the kind of girl who took orders from anyone. Well, aside from her father, perhaps. He could imagine her now, getting out of that single-bed and stepping onto the expensive Persian rug in her bedroom. He wasn’t meant to know what her bedroom looked like. But when her parents threw a party, it was quite easy to pretend you were looking for the bathroom, and then sneak a peek. He’d stuck his head around the door, seen what he’d expected; a plain, tidy room. No boy band posters on the wall (thank God!) but then again, she was past that age. Going on twenty-one now and so determined to be treated like an adult. She dressed very nicely; some mix between the 1930’s and the 1960’s with her knee-length dresses and chignon hairstyles. He imagined her now, slipping on a thin summer dress over her underwear, and he assumed the material ...
    would feel light against her skin. She’d walk down the stairs and into the kitchen where her dad would be unfolding the Financial Times over wholemeal toast and black coffee. Mr George Shaw, always up early, always taking business calls, even on Sundays. Max knew him well. He probably knew him better than George’s own wife did. They’d been friends since school, regrouping after university to launch their business together, a business which had grown fast after a shaky start and now turned a healthy profit. A very healthy profit. Everything worked like clockwork and on the odd occasion it didn’t, it got fixed, swiftly and efficiently, like changing a battery. The only problem was Eva. Max knew he shouldn’t have gone there. He shouldn’t have gone anywhere near her. He’d seen her more in these past two months than he had in his entire life. Before now, it has just been annual Christmas parties, where he’d pretend he cared about her school and grades while Mrs Shaw proudly boasted about the little prodigy. But now, Eva was a woman. She had a pretty little face, a soft, slender body, and a smile that made Max’s stomach tighten. And even though she’d been spoiled throughout her childhood like a regular millionaire’s daughter, she wasn’t pretentious in the slightest. You wouldn’t know she’d come from a rich background. She could go the local pub on a football afternoon and wouldn’t be out of place. She had this warmth that radiated from her, making her instantly likeable. Everybody ...
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