1. Caught in the Act


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

    just knew every time he looked at her now he pictured that scene all over again. “Hey,” he said. He wore black athletic shorts and a sleeveless red top that revealed his muscled arms. “Hi.” Anna smiled and met his eyes briefly. “Dinner’s almost ready if you want to set the table.” His hair gleamed under the lights. He always looked so healthy and full of life while she was on the skinny side of slim with mostly unremarkable features. Her only saving graces were a plump mouth that according to her last boyfriend looked obscene when she wore red lipstick and a pair of breasts that were a little too big for her frame. Her job as a columnist for a teen magazine meant she sometimes worked from home so she’d thrown on an old grey t-shirt and navy yoga pants this morning. Her feet were bare and her dark-framed glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. A tortoiseshell clip just barely held her messy blonde bun together at the back of her head. She left the drained colander in the sink, switched off the burner under the stir fry and went about serving up dinner. When they were both sitting in the dining room beside the floor-to-ceiling window that showcased the twinkling lights of the city, Anna speared a piece of chicken and shoved it into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed, then quickly replaced it with another to avoid having to talk to him. She wished things could return to normal between them, that they could go back to sharing their flirty banter and having fun together. ...
    They’d clicked from the moment they met. Now it was just awkward and the fault lay entirely with her. He hadn’t changed a bit. Her eyes remained directed at her plate. It was only when Lincoln let out a snort of amusement that she raised her head. “It’s natural, you know,” he said. His gaze roamed her face, taking everything in. “To want to do it, I mean. Everyone does it.” Anna closed her eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it, Lincoln.” “I know.” She opened her eyes and forced herself to look at him. “Then why are you bringing it up?” “We need to talk about it.” He balanced his fork on the edge of his plate. “This is serious. The tension around here’s putting me off my food.” Although it didn’t help at all she still appreciated his attempt to bring humour into the conversation. “Can’t we just pretend it never happened?” she said. “Anna, it did happen and it’s not a big deal. You’re just turning it into one.” Her eyes widened. “That’s easy for you to say. How would you feel if I walked in on you… pleasuring yourself?” “I don’t know because it’s never happened to me. I always go somewhere private to… pleasure myself.” She heard the laughter in his tone. “I’ve never set up camp on the couch before and just gone for it.” Oh, my God. If the humiliation at hearing his words wasn’t enough now she had the image of him all aroused to contend with, too. Anna pushed her plate away and leaned her forehead against the table. “I’m just going to bang my head here until I knock myself out, okay?” ...
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