A big shoutout and thank you to all the readers who have followed my series thus far. I hope you are enjoying it as much as it was for me to write about them. And I hoped it provided a sensational mind-blowing session for you too.
For readers new to my series--I want to tell an erotic story deep with emotions, conversations and some character development. They are long, lots of exchanges and small details with added twists but they only make my story more compelling. At least I hope they did. So if you're here just for the wham bam, fuck and action--sorry, that's not my style.
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The truth is, I would never have imagined she had such a high body count in the past. Is that a bad thing? Did I mind? Absolutely not. From the moment I met her, I knew she was my goddess. And nothing is going to change that.
But I was very much intrigued.
"Well, it looks like you're more than ok to explore a little more now, aren't you?" I asked her, with some anticipation after her unplanned encounter with the pizza delivery boy last Saturday.
She finished her last mouthful of food before smiling at me. "If that's what you want me to do."
"I...," knowing that she pushed that decision right back at me, it is now the chance to take a step forward. "Yes, that's what I want."
She arched an eyebrow, her gaze fixed on me with a curious, questioning look. "Ok, I wasn't expecting you to agree so quickly, but I guess... Are you sure?"
"Yes, I can't be surer than sure," I affirmed confidently, my tone unwavering.
"Oh, really?" she replied, her lips curving into a sly smile. "And what do you have in mind for a start, since you're so sure about it? I'm curious," She added, her eyes glinting with playful intrigue.
"I.. haven't really thought through that yet, but I guess at every opportunity we get we could try flashing your sexy body for a start?" I responded without a real plan in mind.
She laughed, clearly amused at how I had unwittingly cornered myself with my own request. It hit me then--she was toying with me, enjoying every moment of it. Before I knew it, we were caught up in a playful pillow fight in the middle of our living room.
Laughter echoed through the space as we joked and teased each other. Eventually, the teasing softened, replaced by an intense gaze that lingered for just a moment before we melted into each other's arms. Hugging passionately, the playful atmosphere transformed into something far more intimate as we made love right there on the living room floor, lost in the magic of the moment.
"I know I've said this a thousand times now, but sweetie, you're the best gift I've had in my entire life. I mean it," I spoke the words, pouring every ounce of love and warmth I could into them.
She giggled softly, blushing at my heartfelt confession. "I know, honey. And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me too," she said, her eyes shining with affection. Then, with a mischievous grin, she added, "And that's saying a lot, considering... how many guys I've already slept with."
Her playful wink made me chuckle, and I responded by gently stroking her hair, letting my fingers trail through its softness. Without a word, I leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, one that spoke all the love I couldn't put into words.
Ding...!
She reached out for her phone to check the new message. "Oh babe, it's confirmed! I've got my own private trainer now it seems." She said excitedly.
"And... that's.. new how?" I didn't catch her drift at that. She had been hitting the gym regularly with Alvin as her trainer since the beginning, is she getting a new one?
"Oh, sorry I forgot to mention it. You know I said I was interested in picking up boxing? I went to one of them the other day after my gym session, just a street further down. But apparently, there is a queue due to overwhelming requests. So I had to wait. That message just confirmed I had one now and I can start training next week!"
"Oh that's great! But... err... looks like I'm gonna lose all the fights now then," We both burst into laughter, and she playfully collapsed onto me, her warm, familiar body a comforting embrace as our laughter slowly subsided.
"You know," she whispered softly, her voice low and sultry as her lips brushed against my ear, "even if you lose every single time, I would still be obeying your every command. Because I'm yours--forever yours to command."
Her words were a tantalizing mix of sweetness and raw eroticism. I wasn't sure which to focus on--the emotional depth of her confession or the electric sensation of her soft tits pressed firmly against my chest and her warm, enticing pussy rubbing against my growing arousal.
"You're feeling it, aren't you?" she teased, her voice dripping with seduction as she continued to grind against me, her movements slow and deliberate. The look in her eyes was a smoldering invitation, and at that moment, all my resolve crumbled.
"God... this feels good. My weekend is... perfect!" I yelled out loud, feeling exhausted after round two.
"Glad you enjoyed it, babe. Come on, let's clean up. We gotta run for groceries before I'm late for my dinner date," she jumped and went straight up for a shower. I thought for a moment and recalled she had a dinner date with Alvin--one that he had patiently waited for months to get that chance. I quickly cleared the area and joined her soon after.
Alvin has been her gym trainer for slightly more than five months now. She hired him to help her with a tailored workout routine focused on specific areas of her body, aiming to further tone and maintain her curves before the wedding. Over time, she grew comfortable with him, and their professional relationship naturally evolved.
I've met Alvin a few times myself. He wasn't shy about exchanging playful banter and harmless flirts with Jen, which doesn't bother me in the slightest. He was clearly sexually attracted to her but knew the boundaries. Or perhaps, he's just waiting for a sign from her to make a move. I haven't spent much time hanging out with him, but we get along well enough. More importantly, I can tell Jen feels comfortable around him--maybe even attracted. With his muscular build and charm, it's easy to see why.
As she stepped out of the shower room, droplets of water clung to her skin, her body glistening in the light like a work of art. I couldn't help but admire how flawlessly she maintained her figure. "Hon, why don't you put on something loose for the grocery trip later?" I suggested, my tone playful. "You know, show off that hot body of yours a little."
She paused, turning to face me, her gaze traveling from my face to my crotch with a knowing smirk, as though deciding which head was doing the thinking. "Just a little? That's reasonable," she teased. "I thought you'd ask me to show off a lot more."
"Is that... an option?" I asked sheepishly, unable to hide the playful glint in my eyes. "I wouldn't mind at all."
Her smirk deepened, her eyes glinting with mischief. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a sultry tone. "How much more are we talking about?"
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We parked the car and hurried inside, the pressure of time making us move swiftly. As soon as we entered, the cold air hit us, and I noticed how the chill made her more aware of her surroundings.
"Geez... If I'd known it was this cold, I wouldn't have agreed to dress like this," she muttered as she rubbed her arms, indicating the chill air she felt.
"Yeah, sorry about that," I replied, feeling guilty. "I definitely wouldn't have let you go out like this if I'd known." Without hesitation, I quickly reached for my outerwear. "Here, take this. I don't want you catching a cold."
"It's fine. It's cold but not freezing, I can deal with it," she smiled back, acknowledging my sweet gesture. But there was something in her tone--an underlying excitement, a subtle spark of anticipation. I couldn't quite place it, but it felt like... she was enjoying the thrill of the situation more than she was letting on.
Perhaps, she's starting to get more comfortable with stepping outside her usual boundaries. Maybe she's enjoying the adrenaline of doing something a little daring, a little more provocative than usual.
, I thought. The idea sent a wave of intrigue through me, and I couldn't help but wonder how far she was willing to push things.
All the staffs' eyes immediately flickered in her direction, unable to hide their interest. Her oversized white shirt fell just to her mid-thigh, flowing loosely yet revealing. The sleeveless fabric left little to the imagination, allowing anyone nearby to steal a glimpse of the curves she had. Beneath the fabric, she wore nothing but her thong and bra, the subtle outlines and colour sending an undeniable stir.
It's not unusual for people to dress more casually or loosely during this season, especially with the heat making everything feel a little more laid-back. But we took it to the next level--no shorts, just her shirt falling effortlessly, leaving her legs bare and exposed to the eyes of anyone who might dare to look. Her long wavy styled hair exudes a confident allure and the pair of elegant earrings hinted at her refined taste, complimenting the striking and attention-grabbing choice of attire.
I made sure to keep a respectful distance, as we had agreed, giving her enough space to move freely while still allowing the guys around us to get closer, hoping for a chance to peek or strike up a conversation. It was almost as if the space between us created an unspoken invitation for attention, the air around her charged with the kind of allure that made it impossible for anyone not to notice.
I carefully watched the subtle interactions, the way the eyes of others lingered just a little longer, drawn to her presence.
