1. Double-Room


    Date: 9/7/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: marlowe, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    disengaged from the latch and the fluorescent lamps pinged and buzzed bringing the room back to life, he entered the solitude of the shop. “Thanks Laura. I owe you one,” he smiled. “I need a packet of cigarettes” he added, shaking water from his jacket onto the vinyl floor. “I couldn’t leave you in the rain,” she replied, with a hint of amusement. “And I wouldn’t do it for anyone else,” she added, a thin smile showing a small gap between her two front teeth. “I know your brand,” she announced, picking a pack of twenty cigarettes from the fixture. “I was just about to pour myself a drink before taking a shower. If you follow me into the kitchen I’ve got a spare umbrella you can borrow. It’s a little girlish, but it’ll keep you dry.” In all the time he had known Laura he couldn’t remember ever seeing her with a man, which he thought was strange, because although she wasn’t stunningly attractive, for a woman in her late-thirties, she had a fantastic body. “I drink alone far too often, so if you’re not in a hurry.....” she said, her voice fading, the presumptuous invitation slipping from her mouth before she realised what she’d said. A long frustrated sigh concealed a trace of submissiveness, the very thought of spending another lonely night in bed with her fingers and a phallic friend her only companion forcing another shameless invitation. “You’re welcome to join me,” she invited, hiding her embarrassment behind a smile, placing a bottle of vodka and two glasses on the kitchen ...
    table, taking a yellow umbrella from a recess beneath the stairs, her smile persuasive, her eyes optimistic, her voice hopeful. “I’m just going to take a quick shower. If you’re not here and the umbrellas gone when I return.... I’ll understand.” His lips had hardly touched the glass when she walked back into the kitchen wearing nothing but a flimsy white bathrobe tied loosely at the waist, brushing wet hair from her face, her fingers playing with a silver cross hanging from a chain around her neck. “Say when,” he grinned, almost filling her glass with vodka. “That’s how I like them,” she mockingly replied, pushing her tongue between the small gap in her front teeth. “The bigger the better,” she added, with a suggestive smile, ignoring the commotion between her legs. During two very large vodka’s Laura did most of the talking, mainly about her dull and lonely social life due to the endless nocturnal hours working in the shop. He smiled and nodded his head a couple of times trying to look interested, but his eyes were fixed on the growing nipples hardening beneath the fabric and below the table there was a familiar stirring inside his pants. She was hot wet and impatient. He was hard and ready. Meaningless small-talk or any attempts at foreplay brushed aside in the promise of coital expectation. Eyes met eyes. Lips met lips. Mouths crashed together. Hands searched impatiently. He almost ripped the bathrobe from her body. The overwhelming desire to fuck fuelling the fire between ...