1. Caught in the Act


    Date: 5/27/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Erotica, Masturbation, Reluctance, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 89.7, Source: sexstories.com

    Anna had only been living with Lincoln for three months, one week and five days when he walked in on her masturbating. He’d originally left with an overnight bag swinging from his clenched fist and a casual comment thrown over his shoulder to let her know he'd be spending the weekend at a friend’s place. Ten minutes after he'd walked out the door she'd stripped down to her tank top and panties, feeling the urgent need to relieve some of the tension that being around him regularly caused. In terms of personal habits he'd been the perfect housemate so far; tidy, helpful around the apartment, paid his share of the bills on time. The only problem she had with him was his appearance. His eyes and hair were the colour of rich espresso, while his addiction to running and his job as a personal trainer helped maintain a long, lean body. Combined with his warm, easygoing personality, he'd proven to be a major distraction. The playful way he had about him, from his sense of humour to the flirty comments he threw her way, pushed all the right buttons. Often. She’d removed her bra and settled into a cross-legged position on the couch, with a Channing Tatum movie playing on TV for inspiration. Just as she'd really started getting into it—one hand inside her panties and the other cupping the breast she’d tugged her top down to expose—Lincoln had barged into the apartment rambling about having forgotten something. He stopped mid-sentence and stared. His mouth opened and closed. Shocked ...
    amusement filled his eyes. Anna recovered first and screamed, “Oh my God, Oh, my God! Get out! Close your eyes! Stay there! Shit. Just GO!” She scrambled to yank up her top and clamped her legs together, throwing the remote at him as a distraction while she sprinted from the room. Embarrassment swept over her again at the memory and she wondered for about the hundredth time whether she’d ever get over it. Luckily she hadn’t been calling out his name at the time. If he’d turned up thirty seconds later it would have been a different story. She sipped from her can of Pepsi and stirred the brown rice bubbling in the pot on the stove. It was already after seven so he’d be home any minute now. Her exhibitionist moment had become that elephant in the room no one dared speak about but it was only a matter of time before he cracked and brought up the subject. Since returning from his weekend away three days ago the amused glances he kept sending her way confirmed her hunch; the only reason he held back from talking about it was because it made her uncomfortable. This whole situation had become far too entertaining—for him, at least. Anna heard the front door open and close. He usually headed down the hall to drop his work gear off in his bedroom before he came looking for her. She took the pot of rice over to the island bench to drain while she waited for him to appear. Moments later he entered the kitchen, sending her a grin while he strolled across the tiled floor barefoot. She knew—she ...
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