Erotic Story: Make-up sex

My eyes shoot across her body. They secretly study the way she dances and moves her body. They watch how the fabric of her dress playfully rubs against her skin. She seems to be feeling every touch very intensely. A glass of wine is dancing in her hand, the wine almost dripping over the edge, as if she still has some control over it. She’s not even aware of it though. She smiles at me, broadly and excitedly. 

On the way to the club, we extensively discussed the lack of sex she’s having. Nora and James have been together for years, but lately they seem to be having fights more often than sex. And frankly, that’s not like them at all. Nora usually showers me with steamy and enviable stories about their wild sex life. Nothing is too crazy for them and I am only too happy to listen to it all. Yet, this dream of a sex life does not seem to be so dreamy now, as they haven’t had sex in a month and that was exactly what their row was about right before we got into the taxi. 

Now she dances for me, smiling and slightly tipsy. I wonder whether she’s already forgotten about the row. She said she just doesn’t feel like all the fuss of sex, but looking at her now I don’t think she’s been completely honest. Her fingertips slide sultrily across her tights, up her belly toward her breasts. They find their way up along her neck, where they finally leave her skin. Meanwhile, she’s swaying her hips to the rhythm of the music. She sings along, looks at me and bites her lower lip. The scene does something to me. Nora and James are my example of good sex. James is an insatiable beast. 

Just as I’m about to open my mouth to say something to Nora, I see James walking towards her from the side of the dance floor. She keeps her eyes fixed on me and listens as he whispers something in her ear. She doesn’t flinch, seemingly ignoring him. Out of nowhere, he takes hold of her chin with his thumb and index finger, draws her face towards him and pushes his tongue into her mouth. An unexpected tingling jolts through my body and I suddenly feel very hot. In a panic, I take a sip of my drink and feel the ice-cold fluid make its way down. It seems as if every cell’s being touched and if I didn’t know better I would think steam is coming off my body. 

Nora and James are kissing shamelessly, right in front of me. Well, I’m used to their bold interaction. His hand slides over her breasts as she is still into the rhythm of the music. A sense of envy comes over me. I want to participate, I want to join them. 

He pulls back his tongue, places his thumb on her lower lip and smiles at her. She takes hold of his thumb and playfully smiles back. A hungry look shines in her eyes and something inside me tells me that the sexless month will be over soon. They smile, he whispers something in her ear and then disappears into the crowd. 

“Did you two make up?” I ask her.

“Not yet,” she answers. “But we probably will soon.”

She winks at me, pours back her drink and looks around.

“I’ll be right back,” she says.

I stay behind dancing. Rooted to the spot I watch where Nora is going. I can’t help myself, caught, I look around a few times and then I chase after her. Maybe it’s the alcohol letting my curiosity get the better of me, but after all these years and all the stories about my friend this feels like an opportunity. With every story, I secretly hoped that I would experience it someday, that I would see it, would be allowed to witness it myself. I have to take this opportunity. 

Nora knows nothing about my voyeuristic side. That I have fantasized about her and James, and the stories she told me, countless times. 

A few meters in front of me, I see Nora making her way through the dancing crowd. She doesn’t look back once. She clearly knows exactly where she’s going. She disappears through a dark door and my heartrate spikes. As soon as I reach the door, I look around nervously one more time and pass through the door with all the confidence I can muster. I come to a staircase and somewhere in the distance I hear voices. The voices of Nora and James. I walk down the stairs as quietly as I can, the sound I do produce going unnoticed as Nora’s laughing is way too loud. 

“I knew you couldn’t stay mad at me,” she laughs.

“Yes, I’m still mad at you,” he snaps at her. “But you know what, Nora? You just look so fucking hot on the dance floor, that it’s bothering me.”

I lower myself to sit on one of the steps. It’s dark, but I can see them standing there. 

“What’s bothering you exactly?” she asks teasingly.

“That you got me right where you want me.”

A silence follows and I hardly dare to breathe. Even my heartbeat seems like a deafening sound. 

“And where is that?” The tremor in her voice is undeniable. 

“On the edge of furious and horny as hell.”

He’s barely completed his last words as he flings his arms around her neck and kisses her, his hands roaming over her half-naked body. She moans and pulls up her dress a little further. 

“Just take me, okay,” I hear her say.

Again, he takes her mouth and looks at her. “No, not just,” he says. “There’s nothing ‘just’ about this.”

He spins her around wildly and pushes her over a tower of stacked crates. Willing as she is, she pushes her ass backward and pulls up her dress. 

James slaps her ass so hard that a startled scream escapes my mouth. Shit, they cannot see me, they absolutely can’t know I’m here, this can’t be over yet. 

The moan that came from Nora’s mouth drowned out the sound and I silently keep watching them from a distance. I watch how James unbuttons his pants and takes hold of his hard-on. Well, Nora didn’t exaggerate, James does have a fine specimen indeed. 

Again he slaps her ass hard. He slides his cock between her ass cheeks a few times and then thrusts himself deeply inside her. Nora starts to moan, which is music to my ears. Harmonious, excited and horny as hell. She holds onto one of the crates and pushes her ass back and forth toward James. Fuck, she’s horny. 

In an instant, James fills his hand with her hair and pulls her head back firmly. 

“Damn Noor,” he growls.

His growl vibrates deep inside me, the intensity of his thrusts, the sound of her moaning, the vibrating empty bottles, their bodies pounding against each other over and over again. I can’t put into words how beautiful it all is. James’ hair dances to his rhythm. 

“Fuck baby, you’re in so deep,” Nora pants uncontrollably. “You feel so good.”

Apparently good is just the word he needs. He moans and shouts out her name through the abandoned storage room. Then his body starts to jerk. Like blissful waves his ass cheeks contract and I watch how he empties himself inside of her. His ass, firm and round, what a showpiece. While Nora is still panting, he pulls back and taps her thigh. 

“Turn around,” he says. His voice sounds stern and I watch expectantly. Isn’t this over yet? 

Before I know it, Nora is lying on her back on the stack of crates, and he grabs her thighs and places them around his neck. He buries his face deep into her crotch and goes to work like some kind of vacuum cleaner. I can’t believe my eyes, he’s sucking her clean! He’s sucking his own cum from her. She’s moaning loudly and I can see her chest moving up and down uncontrollably. Every now and then, she looks up to see what he’s doing, then throws back her head again. 

“Yes, oh, yes!” she moans.

Now it’s her body that starts to jerk, out of control and with loud moans.

“Hmm,” it sounds as soon as he removes his face from between her legs. “Thanks,” she grins.

“Sure, honey,” he says. “I wouldn’t let you walk around with cum in your thong for the rest of the evening.”

Effortlessly he pulls her thong back into place, buttons his pants and straightens her dress. 

“Is there anything else we need to talk about?” he asks a little unsure.

“No,” Nora replies. “I have to get back to the dance floor.”

Startled, I look around. They are coming my way. Shit, shit, shit. I hurry up the stairs and through the door. With every quick step I take towards the dance floor, I feel my thong sticking against my wet labia. To say I’m excited, is an understatement. 

As if nothing happened, I park myself where she left me and start dancing to the music again. After a few minutes, she approaches me with a big smile on her face. 

“Sorry,” she says. “I just made up.”

Her eyes twinkle and she bites her lower lip. I look at her questioningly. 

“I just had sex with James.” She laughs nervously and looks around as if someone is listening in on her. “Shall we get a drink?”

I look at her full of heat. 

“Yeah, good idea,” I reply. “And you can tell me all about what two you’ve been up to.”