Erotic story: “Go to my house. I want to find you naked on the bed when I get home later”

The foreplay between Jacques and Roos begins with his hand under her skirt during the meeting. But once at his home, the sexual encounter takes an unexpected turn. 

I feel Jacques’ fingers on the inside of my thigh under the table. His hand slowly disappears under my skirt towards my lace thong. Meanwhile, I try to listen to what the woman across from me at the table is saying, but all I can see is her mouth moving. I cross one leg over the other to make sure he stops. I can no longer function normally, I am so excited.

Jacques walks with me towards the reception after the meeting. He laughs as I look at him semi-angrily. Suddenly I feel him a bit too close to me. His hip touches mine, I feel his hand lightly brush against my buttocks. The woman behind the front desk glances at us with a sidelong look. She raises her eyebrows for a moment. Quickly, Jacques presses a key into my hand and whispers in my ear: “Go to my house. I want to find you naked in bed when I come home.” I stroke the inside of his hand with my thumb and he bites his lip. As I walk away, I glance back, he watches me leave.

Jacques' house is sleek but tastefully decorated. It's the first time I've been in his bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed, stroking the soft sheets with my hands and looking around. A large built-in closet, a mirror where I can see myself in the reflection, in the corner a chair with his shirt from last night still draped over it. Should I? Suddenly I can't contain my curiosity. I pull open the drawer opposite the bed. In the top drawer are his socks, shirts, and boxers neatly sorted next to each other. Nothing special to see. But when I click open the drawer below with my fingers, my breath catches for a moment. Toys, many toys. From a vibrator to something he can clearly use to tie me up. Quickly, I slide the drawer shut. Jacques has a side I don't know yet, one he didn't take to my house, but is more than present here.

I kick off my heels next to the chair and walk to the mirror. I loosen my blouse, step out of my skirt, and inspect my lingerie. Naked, he said. I let my lingerie land on the pile of clothes and lie down on his bed. In my thoughts, I am still with the contents of the drawer. Downstairs, I hear the front door open. Jacques’ voice fills the house as he walks up the stairs on the phone. He stops in the doorway. With one hand, he loosens his tie. His jacket, shirt, and pants end up on the pile on top of my clothes. Meanwhile, he keeps looking at me without interruption.

I feel vulnerable, so naked in that big bed and pull the duvet towards me. But that's not what Jacques had in mind. With a jerk, he yanks it away while he lowers himself next to me on the bed. Meanwhile, he continues talking on the phone. I close my eyes as he lets his hand glide over my body. From my neck, to my breasts, a circle around my navel, to the inside of my thighs. I suppress a moan as he slides his fingers inside me. It's cold in the bedroom, but I feel warm. He teasingly licks my nipples while still listening to the person on the other end of the phone.

My hand slips into his boxers. I smile at him as I slowly stroke him. He holds his breath to avoid making any noise. When he can barely hold it anymore, he grabs my wrist to make me stop. “Je dois partir, au revoir,” Jacques says briefly on the phone and hangs up. He throws his phone on the nightstand. His head disappears between my legs and he licks me softly. He looks at me as he lets his tongue glide between my labia. I moan and Jacques picks up the pace. His hands grip my buttocks as he alternates licking with gentle sucking. I grab his head and push my pelvis forward. I want to feel him inside me.

I pull Jacques on top of me. In one movement, he thrusts deep inside me. He closes his eyes as he picks up the pace. I kiss him and let my tongue slide into his mouth, gently scratching his back with my nails. He moans quietly. I can feel his desire in my own body. With my hands against his shoulders, I turn him over. His eyes sparkle as I climb against him with my legs and move rhythmically on top of him. Jacques lazily sinks into the pillow with his arms above his head. He enjoys the view of my breasts. But then I see the frown on his face appear, the biting of his lip. His hands grip my hips and I feel him come deep inside me a few seconds later.

“Did you snoop around in my house?” Jacques asks with a crooked smile as he falls next to me on the bed. My eyes shoot to the closet. Fuck! The drawer is slightly ajar. How did I miss that? I burst into laughter from the nerves and try to hide my face with a pillow. “You are way too curious,” he whispers softly in my ear. My skin tingles from his warm breath. “Did you see anything you like?” I chuckle. “Enough,” I say.