A Homecoming. Chapter 5.A Homecoming. Chapter 5.


It had surprised Ben that Christine and not Erika was the first to text. He wondered if it was, for Christine, just playful flirting.On his way out the following day, nobody was in the office. It saved Ben from possibly being summoned in by Christine or slinking past her with an evasive wave. The reason was that Ben did not want to talk to Christine about their exchange of texts on the previous night. He wanted the issue of their sharing unravelled, text by carefully considered text, and not in a likely flustered face-to-face conversation. What made it a delicate matter for Ben was his growing uncertainty about what else he and Erika and Christine could share.It had been, of course, Erika that initiated the idea of including Ben in the Ipad’s conspiratorial use for which the sisters had bought it. Erika did that after they had become lovers. The question immediately arising was whether Christine would be an only interested reader of their texting/sexting or a participant? If the latter, what then?Ben was honest with himself: far from being worried, the possible developments and outcomes were exciting and fun to think about.Ben had seen and said hello to Erika when he came down for breakfast. Back in his room, he checked if Erika had texted. She had not. The afternoon before, Erika had left too quickly for them to arrange another meeting. No text from her meant they would not meet today. Therefore, Ben decided to spend the day exploring the town and surroundings.On returning late in the afternoon, Ben briefly saw Christine. She gave him a warm, welcoming smile and said, “Sorry, Ben. You just missed her. Erika has gone home.”No more was said. Ben remembered that he had promised his father and Helen to take them out for dinner the coming Saturday. Therefore, he asked Christine about a suitable local restaurant. She offered to make the necessary bahis siteleri arrangements for him. In leaving the office, he glimpsed on the desk, half-hidden under some papers, the familiar shape of an Ipad.In his room, Ben immediately checked his. And Erika, only fifteen minutes earlier, had texted him:To Ben: – “Sorry, missed meeting you today. Missed you all last night too! I know now what I’ve been without all along. Will 403-door be open tomorrow afternoon? Text reply or nod at breakfast. Love, E.”As both he and Erika knew that Christine could and would read their texts, Ben decided to raise the stakes in their game. He texted:To Erika: – “Missed you too, ergo, 403’s door wide, wide open until you arrive. Then we lock it. Have to keep some secrets, don’t we? Or do we?? Love, B.”The following day over breakfast, Ben took care only to smile politely at Erika. Most of the morning he spent in town, doing some shopping and going to the bank. After lunch, he dropped in at Christine’s office for a chat and espresso. It was becoming a habit. Ben was somewhat relieved that Christine did not mention or give a wink or hint about the texting she must have read.Instead, she told him that she had made the Saturday-night booking for his parents and him. Christine had heard complimentary reports about the restaurant she had chosen. What made up her mind was that she knew its manager. She and Christine had been classmates in their Hospitality Diploma Course.Ben thanked her, then an idea struck him, “Would you come with us? I would love you to join us and brighten up the evening.”Christine’s face lit up, “Ben, I’d love to come! I haven’t gone out in ages.” With a mischievous grin, she added, “It will be out of purely professional interest, I’ll tell Gerd. He will have to stay on duty and miss another card-evening with his mates.”When Ben left canlı bahis siteleri the office to go up to his room, he looked happily forward to the afternoon ahead as well as to Saturday night. His homecoming was turning out well. Ben showered again and put on his dressing-gown. Experience had taught him to avoid, whenever possible, the struggling out of hindering clothing before a sexual tryst. Unless turned into a teasing strip, its awkwardness too quickly broke the mood.Ben sat down on the desk and checked the Pad. Nothing from Erika, but Christine had texted:To Ben: – I’ll be lying to Gerd. It will be, I hope, an unprofessional night out! By the way, I’ll be your driver. C.”Erika again entered without knocking. Ben, at his desk, heard the click locking the door. Erika walked up, sat down on Ben’s lap and said, “As I was told, I locked the door. Of course, Christine, with her master card, could still join us. Your naughty text let her know too much for her good. Do you think she would?”The prospect made Erika titter before she stopped Ben with a long kiss from answering this loaded question. Then she stood up. With an “I’ll be quick”, Erika scampered to the bathroom.When she emerged, wrapped in a towel, she strolled up to the bed. Turning to Ben, still at his desk, Erika demanded,“I have only an hour this afternoon. Stand up. Shall we play? Show me yours; I’ll show you mine!”Ben stood up. Both were laughing as – with their eyes fixed on each other- they let their coverings slide centimetre by centimetre to the floor.Erika’s perky erect nipples were first in signalling her lust. When Ben’s gown slipped to the floor, the well-risen state of his cock also allowed no denial. Quickly they were on the bed. Closely entwined, Erika’s hand took possession of Ben’s cock, and he reached for her for attention-straining boobs. And their canlı bahis mouths and tongues fought over who was to possess whom.As Erika’s hand grew more and more demanding, Ben matched it by sliding down. Erika spread her legs wide open. But this time, Ben sat up to look and watch as his finger pushed its way into Erika’s pussy. Sliding in and out, the finger searched and – as her gasping told him – found the most sensitive spots in the quickly hot-pulsating depth of her cunt. Ben drank Erika’s moans and whimpers of lust from her lips. But he wanted words too: Hot, sexy, in the heat of arousal, gasped words that Erika had already begun to say in the car. So, he made a beginning, his voice hoarse from desire, “Oh Erika, I love touching you like this, with my fingers finding you so hot and slippery-wet, so turned on for fucking already. Do you want my fingers in your hot pussy, do you, Erika?”In answering, Erika gave a guttural moan as she jerked and ground her cunt against Ben’s now deeply embedded two fingers before she pressed out, “Yes! Yes, touch me, Ben! God, yes, like that! But I’ll come if you don’t stop!”As Ben wanted to hear her speak, he continued kissing Erika’s tits and not her mouth. At the same time, his fingering brought her pussy into a throbbing state of arousal. Her heaving groin and the raised pitch in her whimpering signalled how close Erika was to climaxing. For Ben, it was time to pause. He withdrew his fingers and cradled Erika’s head.With his lips hovering over hers, he murmured, “Don’t you dare to come yet! Don’t you want to fuck? Or have your juicy pussy eaten first? What do you want next? Tell me!”Suddenly Erika understood Ben’s wish to draw her into sexy talk. She answered quickly. Suppressing a giggle while gasping for breath, she panted, “Oh, Ben! Ben, fuck me! Fuck me now! God, I need, can’t wait to have your cock in my pussy!”As Erika turned, Ben grabbed and lifted one of her legs to her shoulder. They were in a perfect side-on position. Erika gripped Ben’s cock, and with a lust-filled cry of “Fuck me! Now!” pushed it into her cunt.

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