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She simply nodded; eyes closed.

“Are you wet?” he asked. “Move your fingers between your legs.”

“Wouldn’t it be better if someone else was doing this?” she asked, still gently twisting the sensitive parts of her own breasts.

“You need to understand your own body,” he answered. “You can’t share a moment like this with a partner, if youdon’t know what it is you enjoy. Figuring out your own sexual preferences is the key to climaxing.”

She nodded, allowing a finger to probe between her legs.

“That’s it,” he said, leaning back again to fulfill his own growing needs. “Slide the fingers back and forth. Allow them to enter you, then draw them slowly back out. Feel around for any spots you enjoy feeling touched, then concentrate on them. Increase the speed and pressure of the rubbing.” His own hand moved up and down on his shaft in pace with her timing.

“Oh!” she cried out, her body trembling.

He’d finished a moment earlier, giving him just enough time to catch her before both legs buckled beneath her. Heavy breaths gave way to a light snore. The first orgasm was always one for the books. It certainly caught the woman in his arms off guard and drew out all that was wearisome, allowing for a deep slumber.

Maybe sex wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.

Next time.

Chapter Eight

Stephen

She was all that filled his mind: the curve of her hips, the perkiness of her breasts, the slight blush on her cheeks.

Being seduced by feminine wiles was something he’d managed to avoid up until then. So, why now? Why her? Sure, she was attractive, but there’d been other beautiful women chasing him.

Was Leeona chasing him, or vice versa?

The answer was rather obvious, considering he was the one standing outside a lingerie shop, peeking in. The sales person inside was going to take him for a pervert, if he didn’t go in soon.

Granny undies had their place, but that wasn’t anywhere near the bedroom. Feeling attractive was something everyone needed. Clothing, especially underwear and sleep attire, played an important role in that.

Comfort, quality, and beauty were all things the right intimate wear had to offer a man or woman.

Those were all the things she needed to feel. That’s what he was looking for.

Ding.

A bell on the door alerted the salesperson he was there.

“Hello,” she said in an overly joyful tone. “How can I help you today?”

An overwhelming floral scent wafted about. It might have been satchels of potpourri, a special air freshener, or a staggeringly strong perfume. Whatever the case, it was too strong. Anyone with a sensitive nose was bound to have problems there. Even he wanted to spend as little time as possible shopping.

These stores were overlooking the obvious. The human body produced tiny chemicals which gave off a special scent. Pheromones added to intimate experiences and communicated sexual arousal between partners. Covering them up was a crime.

“I’m looking to buy a certain woman a few things,” he said, frowning at the roughness of the material of some underwear in a bin.

“Your wife?” the woman asked. “Girlfriend? Do you know her size?” She passed him a small questionnaire sheet to fill in.

“Mmm,” he grunted. There’d been plenty of competitions with classmates in medical school which revolved around guessing female measurements. He’d won every time. That practice wasn’t lost to him.

“Great!” the salesperson exclaimed, looking over the jotted down notes. “Let me show you a few popular pieces.”

“Okay.” He took a seat on a bench in front of the changing rooms, waiting for her return. How many men sat there, biding their time before a dirty little fashion show began, their wives and girlfriends the models? Modesty had no place when it came to sexual pleasure.

“This plus-sized baby-doll comes with a matching G-string and has adjustable straps for comfort,” the saleswomansuggested, strutting about as if she were the one modelling it and not the hanger.

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