1. Tuesday Morning 3 AM


    Date: 11/9/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Gallo, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    It was early last Tuesday. I am not sure what roused me out of my slumber that time of the night. It was seemingly becoming a habit. What concerned me was the time. A quick peek at the iphone on the bedside table revealed it being just short of three am. Fuck, only an hour before I had to drag my sorry ass out of bed anyway. I took a long drink of the water next to my bed and slumped back against the pillows. Had it been earlier, as I was becoming accustomed to wake up, one am or an hour later maybe, I would have considered my next action. Listening to my left, deep relaxed breathing seemed to come form that side of the bed. I briefly considered slowly slipping my hand up those shapely legs. Lightly move it upward to the panty-clad juncture and start a slow stimulation of the sex of the most gorgeous goddess sharing my bed. Shaking my head I decided against it. If the notion turned tits up, it will leave me frustrated anyway. Slipping from the covers, I stuck my feet inside my slops and head out to the patio. My mind was made up; a cigarette was what I needed. Feeling around for my shit, I slipped the key in the sliding door and as I touch the pack of cigarettes, the lock turned and I slid the door open. A step or two had me exposed to the cool March air. Though it being three am, it was not really cold. A slight movement of air reminded me I was only in my boxers. It was pleasant and with the moon being three-quarter, it was thrilling to be outside. I slipped a cigarette ...
    in between my lips and seconds later the flame touched the tip, allowing me to drag the soothing smoke into my lungs. My mind turned to my sweetheart lying in bed, sleeping. She almost had me at the point of finally giving up. I turned around when she stepped into my meagre existence. Fuck, it’s been almost six months. Yet, I still indulged in a good old “spliff” every now and then. Yeah, call it a spliff. It’s almost illegal already for me to smoke that close I am to putting it down for good. Stepping unto the lawn, I looked up toward the moon. It was still bright enough with no clouds or humidity to almost allow you to read a book outside. The thought of being outside, smoking and the serene conditions had an almost naughty feel to it. I slipped my left hand behind the elastic of my boxers and with a small effort removed my semi hard cock from its confines. Now it felt sexy and jerking myself a few times, I relished the fact that I am doing something illegal. The rustle of something behind me, and the call came at almost the same time. “Baby?” “Hmmm?” I whispered back, slightly turning toward her. She was probably going to scold me for smoking. Guiltily I also removed my hand out of my pants; fuck, semi hard. “You ok?” She questioned in the half-light, her bare arms slipping around my waist. “I woke up and you weren’t in bed so I got worried something might be wrong.” “I am ok, Sweetness, just woke up for some reason,” I returned, blowing smoke into the moonlight. Her body ...
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