Clothed sex Stories

“Slow night.” Wendy sighed as she bounced backward and hoisted herself up onto the stainless steel counter. She was lacking her usual optimistic pep. Her unflattering beige dress jacket and dark pants made her look like a boy in his older brother’s clothes. She was tiny, one of the shortest people working at the hotel. And I’d seen the same uniform filled out in a much more feminine way by some of the tall, curvy servers....

They had been at the party for a few hours. The two couples had circled each other like a matador facing down a bull, or two wrestlers, waiting for the right moment to go for the pin. His wife and her husband had no idea what was going on behind the scenes of their spouses' thoughts. Everything seemed normal. He, on the other hand, had been eyeing her the entire evening. He tried very hard not to stare or to make it obvio...