1. Butterfly Swarm


    Date: 9/26/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: puddleduck, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    considerately. She just wasn’t as excited as she wanted to be and she didn’t know why. It certainly wasn’t lack of effort on his part. She wanted to please him. Liam licked down Jenny’s body, his tongue probing her belly button. She began to respond but he didn’t read those signals – she loved being licked – so he didn't carry on down between her legs. He was too hungry. Instead he manoeuvred himself over Jenny, teased her legs apart and his erection, swaying for a second above her, entered her slowly. She wasn’t quite wet enough, but it did feel good, Jenny thought. Not thrilling, but good. She opened her legs wider for him, letting him in. It was uncomplicated. Jenny and Liam had sex in a similar fashion to the way they’d had sex the night before in her parents’ house, and the night before that – and in most of the two years they had been seeing each other. It was nice and loving and not thrilling. She pretended to orgasm – as she had done countless times before – just as he came inside her. Afterwards they lay quietly in each other’s arms, him panting heavily. Jenny kissed his forehead. He was such a lovely guy. It didn’t matter about the sex. It would get better eventually. She turned to him, but his eyes were closed and his breathing less laboured already. He was content. “Night, Liam,” she said. “I love you so much.” She meant it. * The next day dawned still and warm. Jenny was up early – the early July light streaming through the bedroom window had woken her hours ...
    ago. She was always an early riser and she crept out of bed to go and make herself a coffee. But then she realised: no kettle. Jenny felt a pang of frustration. She needed a drink so that meant a trip to the coffee shop she’d spied across the road only a few yards from their flat. Jenny showered in the en-suite and quietly dressed. Liam was still gently snoring, spreadeagled naked across the bed. He looked adorable. Jenny crept out of the flat and crossed the road. As she was about to enter the coffee shop she caught sight of him through the coffee shop window. Her perfect man. He was standing at the counter, laughing with the assistant. Tall, slim, olive-skinned – Mediterranean? – greying at the temples. “Distinguished, probably retired early.” Jenny said aloud to herself as she pushed open the door. He turned suddenly away from the till just as she entered.. He held a single coffee. No wedding ring. She looked up and her look met his gorgeous, brown eyes. He spoke. “I recommend the Americano,” he said. He had a lovely voice too. Rich and deep. “Oh thanks,” Jenny said. And then as Mediterranean man showed no signs of immediately leaving, she felt compelled to continue. “I'm new here, is this a good place?” She sounded out of breath. Why did she sound out of breath? Mediterranean man glanced back over his shoulder and then leaned conspiratorially towards Jenny. “So they tell me. This is only my second time here.” He smiled an open, warm smile. “Oh are you new around here too? ...