1. One Night in Copenhagen


    Date: 2/25/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    Then she told me how she just broke up with a man she thought she would marry and how he broke her heart. I listened and nodded then acknowledged how hard that must have been. She was quiet for a few moments, as if swallowing the pain, then smiled at me. “It was,” she said. “But that was then and this is now. Now, I just want to live in the present and have fun.” She leaned forward and smiled. “I want fun.” Her smile when she said she wanted fun made me wonder if that meant have a fling. What does she mean by fun? After eating, we continued talking for over two hours, sharing thoughts and feelings, opening up and saying things to each other that strangers usually don’t share. We talked about relationships, what we loved, what we disliked, our passions, our longings, out dreams. Somehow, our conversation became intimate, touching each other’s hearts. Sometimes we laughed, sometimes we were quiet thinking about what we were saying. I was fascinated by her and could tell we were enjoying each other and before long we were the only ones left in the café. She looked around the empty café, “It looks like we have to leave.” She took a deep breath and leaned forward. “Listen, if you promise you will behave, I might invite you to my apartment for dessert. I baked an apple pie this morning.” “I would love dessert and I promise I will be a good boy.” What luck, maybe I’ll have a place to sleep tonight and more. “Yes, I love to bake and I would love to give you a treat, but don’t get the ...
    wrong idea. It’s just apple pie and if you’re really a good boy, some delicious coffee.” “I promise, scout’s honor,” I said, putting up three fingers. “I will be a good boy.” “Good, I can tell by the way you ate your meal, that you have a big appetite.” She smiled and had that playful, coy look in her eyes. “So it will be nice to give you a delicious dessert. Let’s go.” After we left the café, we took a walk through the park. It was winter and we passed a large pond with lots of people ice skating, then we took the bus to her apartment. On the bus, she sat next to me. We were quiet, but our thighs and arms touched as we sat next to each other. A few times we glanced at each other, smiling gazing into each other’s eyes, sensing our wanting something to happen, but uncertain how that would happen. I could feel the warmth of her body and my desire for her rising and even though she made me promise to be a good boy, I knew by the way she looked at me she wanted to satisfy her hunger too. When we arrived at her apartment complex, she led me up a flight of stairs then down a long hallway. I could not help but watch the sway of her hips and her round ass in the tight jeans. She turned to look at me and smiled, knowing where I was looking but didn’t say anything. When we entered her small apartment, I looked around and saw how well decorated it was--the green carpet, the warm beige walls, the art work everywhere—photographs, drawings, paintings. She took my food-stained raincoat and ...
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