(Note: This story has been through dozens of reads and rewrites. All the punctuational, grammatical and spellingal "errors" are intentional (mostly). This story uses a sorta diary format, combined with real time description. I do understand the tense (time perspective) appears inconsistent. But, I find most people mix tense without awareness. Especially when speaking.)
Keywords: surprise, seduction,
Christine's Stories: I Volunteered My Sofa
Hosting a visiting actor
Tuesday Morning
At nine, per his request, I set a cup of coffee on the side table. "Mind if I sit, or do you want to be alone?"
"Please do as you wish." I sat in a chair across and to the side of him. It
is
my favorite morning spot. The bird feeders are busy. The sun just right. The coffee fresh.
He moved to sit. Chest bare. Legs bare. Covers across his lap.
'What does he have under there? Maybe some morning wood.'
'Breathe. Deep regular breaths.'
I did
not
want to have such thoughts. But I'm a horny single woman. And it was morning when I'm most wanton. And
IT
started yesterday.
I had met him last year a couple of times during play rehearsals. No real interaction. Others told me his was easy to work with, and always polite. He was looking
too
good to me right now. He will be here at least another 6 days. Sleeping on my sofa. Being mostly naked in the mornings. Drinking coffee.
"It's nice you have the feeders near the windows. Great to see so many so close. Those gold finches are amazingly bright. Do you get grosbeaks?"
'He knows about birds!'
"Occasionally. Mostly during migrations. The gold finches nest later than other birds so they are way happy to find thistle feeders now."
"Many humming birds?"
"Mostly near fall migration when they are bulking-up. They
are
coming more often now that some of my flowering bushes have matured. Do you do much watching?"
"Not as much as I want to. Work keeps me mostly indoors. But I do walk in the arboretum near my house. Lots of turkeys, great blue herons, and other water birds. Because of the rivers and ponds there are lots of killdeer and sandpipers in the flat areas."
"Do you live in a city?"
"Yes. Luckily, we have three rivers combining in a swampy area just south of the arboretum. This year I saw a bald eagle fishing in the area. Was way cool."
"Nice!"
Good thing I had dressed. Being in my robe and nighty right now might have made me bolder. Careless. More inclined to do something that may cause trouble later. But the longer we sat and talked and sipped, the more I imagined, the wetter I got.
"I'll start breakfast. You're welcome to shower. There's a robe you can use in the towel closet." I went to the kitchen. I glanced back to watch him stand. He
was
naked! And he
was
woody! Damn! I should not have looked! He took his bag and went to the bathroom.
'Breathe. Deep regular breaths.'
Breathing was not my friend. I ran to my bedroom kicked off my slippers, yanked off my pants and panties, rubbed
me
into oblivion, dried, put on clean panties, stuck in a couple of liners, yanked on my jeans, and explored for my slippers.
Not in the kitchen more than a minute when I hear him say, "How can I help?"
Wearing my robe, with wet mussed hair, bare from mid-thigh down, he was standing in my zone of distraction, two very short feet from me. Touching distance. I was way tempted to tell him the truth.
'Breathe. Deep regular breaths.'
"Slice the apple, please."
We sat at the little table in the kitchen. I could see his chest as the robe relaxed as he was sitting. I could see it many times while I ate very slowly.
"What character are you playing this year? I was not told much more than your name when you were assigned to me."
"I'm playing the lead male role."
'LIKE FOR FUCKING REAL?????!!!!'
'OF COURRRRRSE! HE'S THE FUCKING LEADING MAN!!!!!'
'IN MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!'
'Breeeeathe! Breeeeathe! Breeeeathe!'
'I have a naked leading-man sleeping on my sofa, using my shower, my cup, my fork, eating my food, watching my birds, and smiling at me! A leading man! In my house. During my three days of sexual hell! Can this get any worse!'
'Breathe. Slow. Breathe. Deep. Breathe.'
I watched him eat. Always a good indicator of what I can tolerate. Bulging cheeks are a great turnoff. I had a hamster when I was ten. Big puffy cheeks. I can see his death and my discomfort in anyone who thinks the goal is to stuff in as much as possible. Worse if they try to talk.
He was a great eater. Small bites. Chewing forever. Mouth open only when needed to whisper his responses to my too many questions.'
He swallowed, slowly sipped his coffee, "I was a bit anxious about staying here. I asked some people about you and they said you're occasionally very abrupt, and nervous. They think you might be like bi-polar, or something."
"I try to not be obvious, but often it's not easy."
"Is it something I should be worried about?"
I looked at his very invited chest.
'Breathe. Breathe! Sloooow. Deeeeep. Breaths!'
Breathing failed me again.
"I do have a bit of a problem.
IT
started yesterday."
"IT? The festival?"
"No. I call this time of the month '
IT
.' I'm ovulating.
IT
makes me totally obsessed with sex. I cannot focus on anything else. I see everybody naked. I want to touch what I see. I often use sick-days to avoid everyone during these days."
He was showing me his stunned face.
"These three days are moon month related. So they are not on the same calendar days each month. And
of course!
this year
IT
has to happen during festival week! I cannot
not
work this week. I'm one of the assistants to the organizer. I have to be there. I have to be useful!"
"When
IT
first started happening I did some inappropriate things. Then I learned that if I have at least one orgasm in the morning and another at night, I can usually get through the days. Otherwise I cannot get
anything
done. Some days require repeated attention.
His eyes were wide and his mouth hanging a bit.
"People think I'm squirrely. I'm just not in control. When I'm home I use my Dilbrator. When I'm not here I sometimes need to rub myself in a restroom, or in my car. I don't make a lot of noise, but heavy breathing and gasping in public places can draw applause."
His eyebrows had reached their limit.
"I'm not in the habit of picking up guys, even when I'm in great need. Luckily, I have a couple of friends I've known for a long time who'll come over for an evening. But they can't always be here when I need them to. Which is
every morning and every night for at least three days!!!"
His whole body was becoming tense, preparing to run.
"I don't mind doing myself. I've learned how to get me to cum so hard the relief lasts most of the day even when I have lots of men around me. But, depending upon who I'm near I often need to take a mid-day trip to as private a place as I can find."
His face told me he was getting the picture, or at least the images.
"And, I've learned that it is a bit easier and more effective to have someone help me. Might be the pheromones. A
real
penis is not always better than a dildo and fantasy. But, for this purpose, there is something about a live chunk of muscle that is just more satisfying. Maybe it's part of my need to procreate.
IT
feels primal, genetic, to be horny and fertile and needing the feel of a
real piece of
meat
moving in and out of my pussy hole!"
I didn't think his eyes could get any bigger.
"The extra problem today, and possibly the solution, is I have a man, mostly naked, who will remain in close proximity during my time of greatest need."
He pulled the top of the robe together.
"So, what I want, is, for you to help me every morning and night until my need subsides. No romance, no hugging, no kissing, no foreplay. Just drop our pants and fuck until we both explode!"
"You want me to get you pregnant?"
"No. NO! I have plenty of condoms. I just need orgasms. At least twice a day."
"You want me to fuck you so you can have orgasms."
"Well, yeeeaaaa! Isn't that what fucking's for?"
"For most of us."
"I've never had a guy
so
completely available during one of these attacks. What I want to know is, if I have a
real
penis to get relief from, and to look forward to, can I cope better during the day? This happens every month! It is way worse than the week of my period. What drives me crazy then is how much my tits need constant rubbing."
His eyes glared as I grabbed my breasts and shivered a bit.
"Maybe I should make more of an effort to find a guy to live with. Maybe get married so I can have access all the time. I have never lived with a man. The next few days will teach me a lot."
"So this will be like a test run?"
"Sorta. Last night and this morning I used my Dilbrator. I
should
be ready to go. But knowing I have a
real
penis, attached to a warm body close enough I can smell it, has gotten me hotter than I've been for at least a month."
"So, since we've already eaten, and you're already naked, and I'm already
extremely
ready, and we have about an hour before we need to leave, I think we should get started."
"Slow down for a minute."
"Uhh? Really! A girl offers herself to you and you want to slow down?"
"I want to be sure I understand before we start."
"Understand what?"
"To summarize, you want me to use my penis to make you orgasm every morning and night for as long as I stay here with no craziness. That is, no commitments, no obligations, no jealousy? Is that correct?"
"That sounds like lawyer speak. We don't cotton ta that 'roud here, mister!"
"Sorry. Sorry. I spend too much time around my agent. But, isn't that what you mean?"
"Yes, that's
absolutely
what I mean. So, let's get at it! It usually doesn't take me long. But we will continue until you are satisfied. Right now I'm so turned on I can hardly speak."
"Obviously."
"Do you want to do this, or not?"
"Will you throw me out if I say, 'No?'"
