Friday the 13th may be an unlucky day for some people, but it was one of the best days of my life.
It started out pretty normally. I went to work in a gift shop in the village where I live.. Ive been working there for a few months now. As it was low season it wasnt too busy, so I had plenty of time on my hands. I decided that, since I was just standing around, I would send a text message on my mobile phone to an old friend from school. His name is Paul, and Ive always had a crush on him. I never told him that, though. He wasnt too tall, about 56": perfect, as Im only 54". He has the darkest eyes you could ever imagine, dark brown hair and swarthy skin-a lethal combination. And to top it all off, he was a real charmer; few females could resist him.
I dont know why, but I suddenly decided to tell Paul how I had felt all through high school. How I used to tremble when his arm brushed mine, how my heart fluttered when he said my name; after all, I didnt have much to lose. To my surprise he said he often still thought of me, wishing something would happen between us. So naturally, I asked him what exactly he would like to happen. We soon put aside any inhibitions we might have had, texting about what we would like to do with each other.
It wasnt long before things got pretty hot. Sitting behind the shop counter, I reached between my legs and felt a damp patch growing through my pants. Stroking myself, I felt a tingling sensation go right through my body. I kept getting wetter and hornier. Paul talked of how he wanted to touch me, kiss me; each text sent new shivers rippling through me. My nipples hardened as he told me how he would use his tongue on my clit, and I was soon getting out of control.
The shop was empty and the town was quiet so I locked up and went upstairs. Stripping myself from waist down, I got comfortable on the floor and traced my cold fingertips over my wet, hot slit. Circling my clit slowly, my nipples responded rapidly, soon showing thr... Læs hele novellen
