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Rated: 18+ · Short Story · Romance/Love · #2107260
A short story of two lovers that needs to find each other.
Sandals by the Shore


With the bump filling the lines between my fingers, I slowly brush over it again. It stiffens from the stimulation. I stop to take a deep breath and I can feel my heart racing. I know this won't cure the pain, but surely it'll help me power through. I insert both fingers now, thrusting while still caressing my nipple gently. This always gets me off, I wish some men understood this. Maybe some of them do, I just need to find one caring enough. I shut my eyes, I move hard over the oily surface of my breast with one hand, while stroking my inner labia. It suddenly sends uncontrollable shivers through my entire body. Moving from my legs upwards. Every muscle in my body contracts and then it releases. Nothing is felt from this stage onward. The pain is gone, my emotions are gone and I feel happy. Do I dare say happy?

I sit alone and wonder what she's doing, if she's still thinking of me. Do I ever come across her mind? She sure as shit crosses my mind. Almost daily now. She made a mistake, I made a mistake. It's funny really, how the two of us both made mistakes. We both swore never to step outside of our marriage, yet here we are. Both deceived by an Apple of Eden. Are we this weak?

Something small reminds me of the good times now. I wish I could stay in this state for longer. I'm going to dub it "heartened sunlight". He wasn't bad to me, ever. I was the one who fucked it all up. For what? For Charles? What was going through my head? I could not have been thinking straight. Oh, it's back, how wonderful. The melancholy I call my home nowadays.

I think of calling her but I know she's still mad. I don't want to make things worse. I want another fair shot with her and the only way I could accomplish that is by being patient. Maybe I should call back Ben and tell him I'm up for the beer, it does sound better than this A grade moping.

I should stand the fuck up and get ready for Charles. He'll be here any moment and I need to tell him it's over.

Hey there, name's Chris. Ohhhh that's a beautiful name, Laurinda, I like that. No I'm not just sa.... Okay I'll sit down. So Ben, how's it been buddy? I felt a little unsettled, I wasn't sure if the 10-star babe sitting next to Ben was his or not, but she was checking me out.

_I'm sorry it had to go down like this, I know you'll un... Yes... No... OK, just come in already. I know this isn't fair, but if we're honest, we knew I was just using you from the start. No, I will not have sex with you one last time, I may be depressed but I'm not desperate. I'm asking you to leave now. Please leave. Thank you and shut the door please._ How hard was that? Pretty hard. I'm just glad he left.

I run my fingers up her thigh, starting at her knee I can feel the perfection of her skin. The slight tan and glacsurface of her inner thigh makes my blood rush downward. I struggle to focus on the conversation going on above the table. She keeps talking as normal, this obviously doesn't arouse her. I run my fingertips up her skirt, tracing the outline of her panty. I suddenly make eye contact with her and she looks stern. I keep running my fingers over her vulva that's under the silky cotton. She stops the conversation and grabs my wrist very tightly. She says it's time for her to leave. Ben greets her and I just mumble a goodbye. She walks off and Ben continues is boring story. I stare at her perfect legs. She then turns around and calls me closer with one finger.

Now I'm all alone again, how fan-fucking-tastic. Maybe that's what I should do, put some Tastic on the stove. I've thought of calling him, but I know he's still mad. After all, it was him who ended it, he'll be the one calling me if he changes his mind.

Her hands are her weapons; she strikes her fingernails deeper into my back. I try to go faster, but I'm unfit. I don't have the stamina or the will that I used to have. She moves her hands, pressing open-palmed against my chest. It feels great. I try to finish off but I can't reach a climax. I look down at her breasts, it bounces with every push I give. I can feel her tunnel clamping down, I haven't felt anything like this before. It's highly arousing. It gives me new energy. I thrust harder. Faster. Stronger. I can feel my lower back muscles bulging. They haven't worked this hard in a long time. Her breasts are astounding. I can feel that it's working. She is now thrusting back, making soft noises. I can hear her orgasm coming. It is near. I grab her boobs and rub them hard. They fit perfectly in my hands. They're soft and firm. "AYHH" She screams out short and loudly. She puts her hand over her mouth. "That has never happened before, I'm so embarrassed right now." I feel something strange about the friction. I pull out and after my dick a stream of liquid follows. It squirts over my entire right thigh. I start laughing and she does too. It feels good to make a woman cum.

Even the rice tastes like shit when I'm feeling down. I can't take it anymore; he was meant for me. I need to go fight for my man. As the engine idled, I started to contemplate my horrible plan.

Stepping out of the cold shower and expecting her to be asleep, I find nothing but a panty that was thrown onto the cupboard. I feel good that she's gone, I don't think a second round would have got me either. I miss Caroline and those feelings obviously intrudes in my sexual expeditions.

I drive a little faster, the lights distort as my eyes tear up. I'm not sure why I'm crying. Is it because I'm afraid? Or because I have hope?

I throw the dirty linen into the washing machine and leave it off. I grab fresh ones and climb into bed. Suddenly a loud bang wakes me up entirely. It is right outside. I rush out with only boxers on. There she is.

There he is, standing in his boxers, staring straight at me.

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