The Slim Pretty LadyExcerpt:I was concentrating as much on her movements as I was on the conversation by now, on the tendons that stood up in her neck when she grimaced at the mention of waking up in an unheated flat in the darkness of a rainy December morning, on the whitening of her knuckles as she expressed her frustration at March days that speak of impending park-sitting weather before giving...
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ressingly rainy Aprils, on the tiny ravines fretted with clenched blood vessels that formed in her forehead when she raised one eyebrow at my contention that the added benefit of summer was that ladies walk around wearing next to nothing. I made this last comment partly because of the drink, partly because it's the sort of thing I say to female friends to indicate that I'm the sort of semi-reconstructed man who is comfortable discussing matters of a sexual nature without blushing, and partly because of the subconscious influence of the now three-quarters effective erection that was causing me to shift very slowly back in my seat in the hope that the extra space made in my pants by the bagging of the material might cause it to slip under the waistband and prevent it from becoming a prominent embarrassment. However, when I said slightly dreamily, "Jesus, the summer gives me the horn something chronic," I was aware that I might have pushed the conversational boundaries of our friendship a little too far away from acceptable self-conscious talk of general sexual topics and towards a smutty and obvious drunken come-on. Automatically acknowledging this realization, I dropped my gaze from her face to look at my feet for a sufficient length of time to allow for a palate-cleansing pause after which we could return to safer subjects such as books we were reading or the tendency of women of a certain age to get all mimsy when talking about their pets and start referring to them as if they were children. As it happened, however, we were sitting less than eighteen inches apart with our knees almost touching, and the place I expected my feet to be was in fact occupied by the stocking thighs that had originally propelled me towards this line of thinking. Nevertheless, the pause came and went. But the last thing I expected it to be broken by was her saying, "You can touch them if you like."Tags: Sex Sexual Pleasure Work Seduction XXX Romance Erotica Sex Erotica Fun Bed Sexual Intercourse
