Page 6 of Sexploration

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she breathes, her body mere inches from mine now.

“Oh, yeah?” I wrap my fingers around her wrist and coax her hand out of hiding, revealing the missing Rangoon. “Well, well... look what we have here.” My gaze meets hers, and all thoughts of food vanish. Her eyes drop to my mouth, her own lips parting as her tongue darts out to wet them.

“You caught me.” She lets out a forced laugh and pulls from my grasp, her stare falling as she drops the stolen goods back into the container.

I’m not sure what to make of the sudden tension in her shoulders. She seems more flustered than upset. But this is a fine line I’m walking, and I hate the thought of making her uncomfortable.

I take a step away, putting distance between us. “I could use a drink. You want a drink? We have some saké.”

“That would be great,” she answers, continuing to rummage through the food.

I turn to grab the saké and some glasses, stopping in my tracks when she screams.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she curses as I look back at her, trying to wipe sweet and sour sauce off her dress.

“There’s some Spray ‘n Wash sitting on top of the dryer, clumsy.”

Josie flips me off before rushing off to the laundry room, and I go back to pouring our drinks. My mouth goes dry when she returns a few minutes later. She’s taken off her dress, leaving only the silky black slip that had been underneath. It clings to her curvy frame, her full bust on display. All logical thinking empties from my brain, thoughts of all the things I’d like to do to her now occupying it.

She studies me with a furrowed brow, hand landing on her hip. “What?”

I stand there transfixed as she reaches around me for her wine glass.

“Nothing,” I squeak out. A legit fucking squeak like some prepubescent teen. I clear my throat and mentally kick myself in the ass. Fuck, she’s going through one of the worst times in her life. The last thing she needs is me drooling over her like a puppy chasing a bone.

I shove all thoughts of her naked and spread below me to the back of my mind. I’d like to say I extinguish them fully, but let’s be honest. I’ve been fantasizing about Josie since I first laid eyes on her. There’s no making those thoughts disappear, so I cover them up and pray she doesn’t glance down to the semi in my pants.

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Twenty minutes later, we’ve polished off our dinner and two glasses of saké in comfortable silence. I don’t think I ever really understood that phrase until now. Any other woman would’ve made small talk throughout the meal, and while we haven’t been completely quiet, I haven’t felt pressured to fill the void.

I reach across the table, my arm brushing hers, and fill her glass again. “How was your day?”

“My kids drove me crazy,” she admits with a chuckle. “It was like they could smell weakness on me. I did have an interesting conversation with Parker, though.”

I place the now empty bottle back on the table. “Oh? Do tell.”

“You know Parker.” She eyes me over the rim of her glass as she takes another sip. “She wants me to start...datingagain. Like right now. She seems to think it will be good for me to get right back out there. That maybe it will help me find myself.”

My brain isn’t sure how to process the possibility of Josiedatingagain so soon, but my cock is on board with the idea. It’s fully prepared to volunteer for the job.

“And you don’t agree?”

“I don’t know.” She takes a deep breath, her eyes falling to the table. “I haven’t even been single for twenty-four hours yet. And that’s not even official. Not legally, anyway. Besides, it’s been so long since I’ve...datedsomeone.”

Dear God.Is she saying it’s been a long time since she’s been fucked?

“You know what they say...”

“Yeah, yeah... I know. It’s like riding a bike.” She looks up at me through hooded eyes, her fingertip tracing the rim of her glass. “But I’m gonna need some training wheels or something. I don’t think you understand. I’ve been married for ten years. Mostly unhappily, despite the lie I’ve been telling myself for years. And when you’re in a marriage like that... well, let’s just say I’m a little rusty. I can’t even remember the last time I was properly kissed.”

I almost choke on my drink. “I’m sorry, what?”

She rolls her eyes. “You heard me. Don’t make me repeat it. It was embarrassing enough saying it the first time.”

I stare at her, her words running a race in my mind. How is it possible that man lived with this beautiful, brilliant woman, day in and day out, and didn’t kiss her every chance he got? She averts her gaze, a tinge of pink blooming on her cheeks. So, I do the gentlemanly thing and change the subject.

“Did Milo ever tell you about my first kiss? It’s a cautionary tale, really. When spin the bottle goes wrong.”

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