Page 21 of Love Triangle
“What sort of things do you enjoy reading? Perhaps we enjoy some of the same things.”
“Oh, well, probably not.” She blushes and looks down as she takes a sip of her orange juice.
“I read quite a variety of things. You may be surprised.” It’s true, I read anything from scientific articles to silly crime fiction novels.
“Unless you like reading about sexy, sentient pillows or mushroom fairies, I’m not sure we have much in common.” She starts to giggle increasingly hard until I can’t help but to join in.
“Indeed, I don’t believe we have that in common. Perhaps you could lend me a book or two one day. I would be willing to try anything.”
She smiles at me then, her eyes crinkling at the corners in the sweetest way. I can imagine her then as an old woman and the thought is not unpleasant. The breath is knocked out of me for a moment. I realize I truly am falling for her, and so quickly.
“I like that you’re so open minded. You have to admit you’re a bit stuffy most of the time, so I’m pleasantly surprised.”
“I do admit to being rigid about things. I have my reasons. Some of those reasons will never make sense to most people and I understand that,but I’m not close minded. I think you’ll find me a lot more willing to experiment in some areas than you’d think.” I raise my eyebrow just slightly to see if perhaps she might catch a hint. By the blush that hits her cheeks, I can tell she does.
“That’s good to know,” she replies, her voice a bit lower than before. “I’m quite willing to experiment as well.”
“I’m very pleased by that, Crystal.”
Just then our food arrives, and the rest of our conversation revolves around her work at the shop and my work at the museum. Learning more about her daily life is exhilarating. She’s so passionate about her work, and when she talks about it her face lights up, her energy infectious. When she listens to me talk about my work, I can tell she’s truly engaged and not bored. She asks questions and doesn’t zone out like most people, which is important to me. All in all, it’s a wonderful breakfast.
When we’re done and I pay for our food, despite her trying to insist she pay for half, we drive back, continuing our talk about our professions. As we get near to the town, however, Crystal interrupts me.
“Can we go back to my place? I’d like to show you something.” She looks a little nervous and I can’t help but raise my eyebrows. I didn’t expect her to invite me back to her house for sex, but it seems that’s what she’s doing, if her expression is anything to go by.
“That would be fine.”
After parking in front of her house, we go inside and are immediately greeted by the biggest dog I’ve ever seen in person, which Crystal takes outside into a fenced area before coming back inside alone.
Crystal gestures for me to sit on her sofa and she joins me, wringing her hands nervously in her lap. Things are awkwardly quiet for a bit and I’m not sure if I should say anything or wait for her, but then she finally speaks.
“I’ve never touched you skin-to-skin, so I’m not sure if this will work. I hope it does or I’m going to feel real stupid. Anyway, I’m going to take off my dress and I just need you to touch me some different places and see if anything strange happens.” She bites her lip and stands up, unzipping the back of her dress.
“I’m confused. What do you mean by strange?” I’m not unhappy she’s undressing, of course, but this is very odd.
“You’ll know it when you see it.” She huffs out a little laugh and shakes her head as the dress drops to the floor.
Crystal stands before me in nothing but a pair of green lace panties. Any concerns I have about the situation disappear as I take in her soft thighs, full hips, perfect breasts.
“Okay. So, just touch me however feels right, I guess. How do you want me to stand? Or sit? I don’t know.” She poses awkwardly with her arms out.
I shake my head. Something comes over me and before I can stop myself, I find my mouth moving.
“Lay across my lap, face down.”Fuck.She’s going to tell me to fuck off.
She doesn’t tell me to fuck off, instead nodding before doing as I asked, draping herself over my lap. For a moment I’m frozen, my regular confidence out the window, hypnotized by the perfect roundness of her ass. Then the spell is broken.
“Good. Now, I simply do as I please?” I twirl a lock of her soft hair in my fingers as I wait for her answer.
“Yes,” she breathes out. “Whatever you want.”
“Very good.”
Slowly, I let my fingertips drift down her spine, enjoying the sight of her back arching when she’s tickled by them. I get to the hem of her panties and pause.
“I’m going to remove these now.”
“Yes, Sir,” she replies.She knows what I want.
