Brief Encounters

‘Stuart, do you understand how hard this is for me?’ Vicky demanded once they were alone again in their room. She hated sounding needy, but felt the time had come to voice her fears.

‘I’m sorry, I just think she’s good company. And she’s leaving the day after tomorrow. Give her a break.’

‘And once she’s gone it’ll be just the two of us? Promise?’ She slumped down on the bed. ‘There’ll be no more waifs and strays for you to look after?’

‘I promise.’ And with that Stuart climbed on top of her and kissed her, before sliding down her body, removing her flimsy pieces of clothing as he did so, and kissing her even more deeply. And, as Vicky felt herself melt into his mouth, all her troubles began pouring away. Kristen would be gone soon. If she could just handle one more day without making a scene, things would return to normal. As Stuart slipped a finger inside her, she had no idea what was what any more, where his tongue was, which finger, or fingers, were inside her and which was brushing slightly against her arsehole, because the whole of her was flooded with sensations. Kristen was watching them again, she imagined, jealously wishing it was her pussy Stuart was eating, jealously longing to have his cock in her mouth, inside her pussy, in her arsehole. And the thought of Kristen pulling her bum cheeks apart for Stuart to slide inside was enough to make Vicky explode, and she came, suddenly and violently, thrusting against Stuart’s face and fingers, like waves crashing on a rock.