You said it, sister!

You said it, sister!

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Sex by remote control... that's what Julia gets into when she texts her BFF about the sparks that are flying between her and Sergio, her handsome Italian-American date.

Summary

Sex by remote control... that's what Julia gets into when she texts her BFF about the sparks that are flying between her and Sergio, her handsome Italian-American date.

Chapter1 (v.2) - Down to the river

Chapter Content - ver.2

Submitted: October 24, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.2

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It was nine on a sultry night at La Cocina, we were sitting out on the patio listening to the band play Mexican love music, and Sergio’s hand had just gently brushed my thigh. He had an excuse, the bastard, he had dropped his napkin and was leaning down to get it, but I knew it was no mistake. I could understand his sudden urge to touch me, I was looking particularly delicious that night in my tight little black dress, which did great things for my curves and particularly those thighs he couldn’t keep his hand off. Should I tease him about it, ignore it, get mad about it? I wasn’t sure, a lot of feelings came up when I felt his fingers gently caress me, but I knew I had to make a decision fast. It was one of those moments when you knew that the whole evening, even a whole future, depended on what you did right then and there.

But still, I was a bit flustered… I hadn’t expected things to turn physical so fast. I covered my sudden blush with a dive for my purse, and a quick excuse: “Wow, I just forgot, I've got to text my best friend, Jessie, she’s waiting for confirmation for our plans for tomorrow. Do you mind?”. Bullshit, my BFF was going to be busy all day with her boyfriend, but I couldn’t think of anything else to say. [He just grabbed my thigh at the restaurant] I typed, [what should I do???] and hit send. While I waited for her response I grabbed my wine glass, swirled my pinot grigio around a bit, and checked out my date again. He was Italian-American and had a light almond tone to his skin, he was muscular without being gross (he said he was a master swimmer, whatever that is), charming eyes that were twinkling with mischief and in general a look on his face that said “And I’m ready to do it again if you don’t stop me”. He knew just what I was feeling, that SOB, and his boyish grin was just a little wolfish. Wow, he hadn’t shown that side before! When he asked me out, he seemed nice and cute but inoffensive, someone to take home to mom but not necessarily to bed, at least not the first night. Did I misjudge this guy completely?

Ding! [Slap his ass! And I do mean his ass, lol] Jesus, that’s a big help. My bestie had a little bit of a bad side, and occasionally hinted at things that had happened to her that I was “too good to know about”. [No, really, I think he wants it tonight]. Send. Ding… [Of course he does, all men are dogs. and i mean that in a good way]. Well, ok, so she’s looking out for my best interests, she knows I haven’t gotten laid in too long, but I just don’t feel ready. No, I said to myself, no nookie for mr. hot Italian, but maybe we can flirt just a little… 

“So what does your BFF say about tomorrow?” He asked, looking knowingly at me, like he was daring me to admit I was texting about him. “Um, tomorrow is on, we’re going to church to sew altar linens”, making something virginal up to distract him. “Uh-huh”, he said, “altar linens. You know what they say about altar linens, don’t you?” “No”, I said, “what do they say?” not sure what to expect. “That they’d be better if they were silk”. Huh? Not sure what that was supposed to mean… though the mention of silk got me thinking of my first ever boyfriend, who was a dirty motorcycle mechanic with a filthy mind and inventive ideas for bedtime, and who always fantasized about making love on silk sheets. My nipples hardened just a little, maybe that’s what he wanted?

“So,” I said, to cover the sudden sensation in my breasts, “what are we going to do now that dinner is done?” I had already noticed that when he was feeling a strong emotion that he’d run his fingers through his deep-black Mediterranean hair, which he kept slicked back like a mafioso. An innocent mafioso, is what I’d originally thought, and I’d kind of liked the contrast. Now… I watched him slide his fingers through his hair and wondered what kind of emotion he was feeling. Guy emotions, no doubt. “Well,” he said, “I had a nice idea, it’s too early to go to a club, so I thought we could walk down to the waterfront and check out the river for a while.” The river? Oh, I got it, he was being sarcastic, this was Tucson and the riverbed was dry. Still, it was a nice walk, a little bit of wilderness in the middle of the city. But did I trust him to take me to a dark place where we’d be all alone? “Umm, well, I guess. Let me tell my girlfriend where I’m going, though. Do you mind?” He looked unflappable in his suit, and he was equally unflappable when he said “No, please do… actually I was going to suggest that. I want you to be comfortable with me.” More bullshit, he wanted me horny, is what he wanted, but I liked the fact that he wanted me to contact Jessie.

[what’s happening, is he fucking you yet?] God, I hadn’t heard the ding, she was already texting me again. Or rather, she was sexting me! WTF? [No, we’re going down to the river for a walk, then we’re going to a club. Nothing sexual, stop it!] “Ok, got it, let’s go”. I got up and smoothed my dress, tugging it back down again where it had climbed up my legs a little. Demure, that’s me all the way. He shrugged back into his suit coat, an expensive critter, maybe Armani? I hadn’t seen the label, but it looked fantastic, straight lines and a strokable cloth. He put his hand on my back to guide me gently toward the door of the restaurant, keeping it there just long enough to be suspicious, then he let it drop away, casually brushing my butt as he did so. My thigh, now my butt! Who does he think he is?!? But I had a sudden image of my naked ass and his hand caressing it. I coughed, but didn’t smack him the way I probably should have. The butt-brush was definitely over the line. At least the line I wanted to keep firm.

Now he was looking at me out of the corner of his eye, with just a little hunger in his grin. I was feeling goosebumps like I hadn’t for a long time, and my stomach was churning. His hand touching me might have been subtle, but it was totally unmistakable. He wanted that ass… she question was, did I want to give it to him? [good, darkness, solitude, just don’t let him fuck you on the ground, you’ll just get gravel up your butt]. I tried to text as I walked, [Are you horny tonight or something?] Sergio and I started up the road towards the main drag and the riverside. [yes, tommy can’t meet tomorrow and i’m hungry as fuck for him. do something bad for me]. [We’re walking, can’t text now]. I wanted her to stop texting me for a while, she was getting me flustered. She’d never talked to me that way before… I knew she was naughty, but she’d always kept that side of her more or less hidden. She could talk about guys all night long, and I knew she knew pretty much everything there was to know about men, but she had kept her secrets more or less hidden. Did I like this new side of her?

Sergio and I talked about trivial stuff on the way down to the river, and we walked close, our arms touching now and again, and once or twice his hand brushed mine. I didn’t take the hint, and didn’t take his hand, although my palms felt suddenly warm and damp. I was getting warm and damp somewhere else, too, which made me uncomfortable… I hated having to say no to sex when I was horny. At least it would be easy, down by the river there wouldn’t be any place to do it, so maybe I wouldn’t have to actually say No… I really liked this guy, and even if I wasn’t ready to go all the way, I thought maybe we could kiss and I’d let him explore a little. Just enough so we’d have something to think about before our next date. “I like the word ‘sultry’”, he said, “it can refer to a night, to a breeze, to a woman. Women are like the breeze, you know”. “Oh yeah, we are, huh?” “Yes, you come and you go, with no reason, and no apologies. You make us warm or you cool us down, but it always feels good. I like it”. Hmm, a poet… I was liking him more and more. “You know how to talk to a woman, don’t you?” I said. “I like women, and I like you, you’re fun to talk to”. I wasn’t sure how much fun I had been so far… was he just trying to butter me up? He bumped me like he was trying to push me into the street, and I punched him in the arm, smiling. This was good.


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