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Aftereffects
by AimTwoPlease (aimtwoplease@yahoo.com)

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A sexy encounter about a couple on vacation. Short 
story, short on sex. (MF, rom)

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Elaine stood next to me at the hotel bar with a 
bemused twinkle in her eyes that was probably in part 
due to the fact that thirty minutes earlier we'd been 
fucking like crazed weasels in the hotel room.  

I would have been happy to stay in bed and order-in, 
but Elaine had wanted to get some fresh air.  She 
twirled her drink with its little red straw and leaned 
forward to whisper conspiratorially, "I'm leaking like 
crazy.  Maybe I should have worn underwear."

My cock began to stir.

Elaine leaned against the bar, sipped her drink, and 
smiled mischievously with those piercing blue eyes.  
It didn't seem as though she was blaming me, even if I 
did have the lion's share of responsibility for what 
was leaking.  It was Elaine's idea to forego wearing 
her panties.  "It makes me feel sexy," she'd said.  

And now here she was, her bare legs extending below a 
thin, tropical dress festooned with gaudy flowers, 
looking about as sexy as a woman can look, panties or 
no panties.

I locked my eyes to Elaine's and mused silently about 
what was going on between her legs.  We'd arrived in 
Los Cabos a few hours earlier for short, four-day 
jaunt.  It hadn't taken long to discover that Elaine 
had done a severe bikini trim of her normal thicket.  
She'd left a thin mustache on each outer labia and a 
small, furry red-haired patch above.  My face hadn't 
detected any stubble.

"So," I said. "How's your drink?"

"Mmm," Elaine purred, taking another sip.  She leaned 
forward again.  Her breath was moist in my ear.  "I 
can feel it moving down the insides of my thighs."  
She paused and nipped my earlobe.  "I'm not sure I'll 
be able to sit down at the table."

"There's always room service," I reminded her.  Her 
body remained close to mine, swaying gently to the 
beat of the music in the next room.  When she casually 
brushed a hand across my hardening bulge, it might 
have even seemed accidental to an onlooker.  I knew 
Elaine well enough to know it wasn't accidental.

She put her drink down on the bar.  "Or maybe we can 
come back down." She smiled a wicked smile, 
"Afterwards."

It took only five minutes to get back to the room.  
Less than one minute of that was spent in the 
elevator.  Elaine directed my right hand underneath 
her dress, and she stood there brazenly, her feet 
apart, as my fingers explored her slippery thighs and 
the slick wetness of her still-pouty cleft.  Once 
inside the room, Elaine pulled her dress up and off, 
tossing it across the back of a chair.  

I hadn't noticed when we'd left the room that she 
wasn't wearing a bra, either.  Now I noticed.

Elaine was in a glorious, rutting rush.  She yanked up 
on my shirt while I shucked my pants and underwear, 
then she then grabbed my hand and pulled me over to 
the rumpled bed.  I managed to slip off my loafers on 
the way, one after the other in an almost comical 
stumbling dance.  

Elaine tumbled onto her back, her ass barely making it 
on the bed, and she kept pulling at me as she wriggled 
more solidly to the middle.  She was all giggles and 
busy hands, and her legs wrapped firmly around my 
thighs to line me up.

She was still wearing her shoes.  They were red, open-
toed sandals with two-inch heels and lacings wound up 
to above her ankles.  Fuck-me pumps.  "Come'ere, big 
boy," she growled and tugged at me. 

My erection found her sweet split, and suddenly I was 
inside her, slick and hot.  I gasped at the raw 
sexuality of it, and of her.  

"Oh, fuck!" she murmured and wiggled her hips from 
side to side to bury me deeper.  "Sometimes I feel 
like such a slut."

We eventually did make it down to the restaurant that 
night.  Elaine wore her panties.
 
END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
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