1. Sweet Memories


    Date: 11/10/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Author: BJintheUK, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    unfocused eyes, kissed me lightly on the cheek and said; “Bye…. See you!” Then she slipped out of the door into the darkness of the landing without ever looking back. I kept the door open so that she could see her way to the staircase, and stood there wearing only my wringing wet T shirt and smiling, with a very soft but still fully extended George swinging his goodbye wave to her as well, as I watched her up the stairs till I heard her open her door. With the girl gone back to her room, I turned back into mine and closed the door. Then I took off the wet T shirt, and went back to ironing my trousers, while now completely naked and wet, and covered with a heady mixture of our combined, sweet smelling sweat, and pheromonal sexual juices from head to toe. *** Wednesday came around and so did the cleaner. “Do you know what happened to that couple in the room over yours?” she asked me when she came barging into my room without even a by your leave. “No.” I said, “Why?” “Well, they left on Monday. They were supposed to be here for the next three months, but they just put the rent and keys in ...
    an envelope, with a short note to the landlord, and left it on the mantelpiece for me. I found it this morning when I went in to do their room” Then she moved closer to me, as though to share a shocking secret, and looking around to make sure no-one else could hear, she continued in a low voice: “Between you and me, I think it’s all very strange!’ And I thought they were such a sweet young couple too.” “Hmm. Strange indeed!” I said, “I didn't see much of them, but I remember she looked quite pretty.” With that I quickly looked away to hide the smirk on my face, while my insides did a somersault and took a nosedive toward despair. I didn't want the cleaner to know I felt desperately sad and yet blissfully happy at the same time. I was wistful and sad that I’d never see the pretty blonde hair, the soft brown eyes, and the lovely smile again. Yet I was happy in the knowledge that we’d shared some of our most vulnerable and intense moments together, for a short while at least; and I smiled inwardly as I remembered what sweet memories the want of a cup of sugar had brought to my door. THE END
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