Erotic story: “It's as if he's undressing me without even touching me”

Roos (30) sees Cas for the first time again after that crushing night. And even though the agreement is that nothing more should happen, in practice it turns out to be a lot harder.

As I walk in, I see the corner of Cas's mouth tighten slightly. His eyes widen, as if he's afraid of me, and he turns to a friend. Is this how it's going to be between us now? Of course, the message came the next morning, that this should never have happened. He didn't regret it, but it had to stay between us. What did he think? As if I would ever say anything to Sophie.

It's as if my body is reacting to him from a distance. I feel his hands on my breasts again, his breath on my neck, his tongue between my legs. I hold my breath. From the other side of the room, I feel him looking at me. When his gaze hooks into mine, I know he's thinking the same thing. It's as if he's undressing me without even touching me. I bite my lip and see his eyes narrow in response.

Suddenly, two arms wrap tightly around me. “Rooooooos,” Sophie calls from the kitchen, pulling me in for a hug. The guilt beats down the excitement in my body. God, how can I do this to her? I know that things aren't going well between her and Cas in bed anymore. If they do it once a month after a date night, it's a lot, but that's exactly why I have to keep my hands to myself. What an incredible jerk I am. I hand my friend a bottle of her favorite wine. She immediately sprints to the kitchen for a wine opener. I slide onto the bench at the kitchen table next to her colleague. He's so boring, that should calm me down.

“Empty,” Sophie calls from the kitchen. The boring colleague wasn't enough to calm me down, so the wine had to pay the price. I stand a bit unsteadily and shout that I'll grab a bottle from the liquor store on the corner. Some fresh air will do me good. In the hallway, I dig through the pile of coats on the coat rack looking for mine when I suddenly feel someone close behind me. I look up. Cas. He's standing close, too close, his breathing is heavy and smells a bit like wine. Gently, he rubs his thumb over my lips. Again, I hold my breath. He glides his hand down my neck and when his hand envelops my breast, I can't suppress a moan. It's a starting gun, because Cas presses himself hard against me and I feel through his pants how much he wants me. In the background, I hear the murmur in the living room and Sophie's exuberant laughter, but it doesn't register with me. All I want is for Cas to take me.

With his free hand, he opens the door next to me and roughly pushes me into the bathroom. He quickly pulls my dress up and yanks my thong down. When he turns me around and bends me over the sink, I see the piece of lace just disappear into his pocket. I look at him in the mirror as he fills me completely in one go. In his eyes, I see a mix of anger, excitement, and release. His hands grip my breasts as he thrusts deep inside me and keeps looking at me. “Play with yourself,” he whispers in my ear. And as I stroke myself, I immediately drift to the edge. Shaking violently, I come, while Cas can't hold back either.

He slips away from the bathroom and I search for my thong, but it's nowhere to be found. So it is. I pull my dress down and splash cold water on my face before I walk into the living room without my panties. “Where's the wine?” Sophie calls when she sees me come in empty-handed. Shit.