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Summer Heat – Part Nineteen

6 March, 2013

It’s been far too long since we caught up with Jessica and Toby. So long that you probably need to read some of the previous chapters to remember what happened before.  But now we are all up to speed again, here is the latest instalment.


Summer Heat – Part Nineteen

Jessica adjusted her clothes as Toby rose from the ground in front of her and retook his place by her side. Dressed again, comfortable, satisfied, she leaned her head against his shoulder, enjoyed his closeness and the security of having him next to her once more. “That was nice,” she whispered, her eyes closing as he placed an arm around her waist, “and this is nice. Being here.”

Toby agreed, and kissed her head lightly. They sat together for several minutes, silent in their own thoughts, relaxed in each other’s presence.

Toby broke their silence. “It’s getting late,” he said, “and it’s getting chilly. We should go back inside.” He stood, offering her his hand to help her up. Their hands did not part as they left the trees and their fingers entwined as they walked towards the flats. “Are you coming up for a drink?” he asked as he tapped the entry code. The door buzzed open. “Just one,” Jessica said. He said nothing, hoped that one would become two, would be come three, would become a night, would become the passionate sex he had missed this week, would become breakfast. But he knew to take things at her pace. He had only just won her back, he didn’t want things to go wrong again so soon.

Toby pulled the vodka from the freezer and poured two generous shots. He dropped an ice cube in each, topped the glasses with orange juice and handed one to Jessica. She smiled her thanks and sipped at the cold, viscous liquid, wrapping both hands nervously around the glass.

“Let’s not have a week apart like that again,” Toby said, “I don’t think I could bear the uncertainty, not being with you and not knowing.”

“Okay,” she nodded, “but we have to agree to be honest and open. No more disappearing without a word, no more assumptions about what the other is thinking.”

“Agreed,” Toby said, raising his glass, and Jessica clinked hers against it. “And in the spirit of honesty,” he went on, “I honestly want you to stay tonight. Even if we don’t do anything, I want to sleep next to you, I want to see you when I wake up.”

Jessica’s stomach jumped, her heart quickened. Had he really just said that?

“Okay,” she said, “I’ll stay. Let’s take these drinks to the bedroom.”

Despite their nudity as they climbed into bed – Jessica’s pyjamas were in her flat and Toby didn’t own any – there was not a sexual friction, merely a comfortable ease as they lay semi-prone, sipping their drinks. They gravitated towards each other in the centre of Toby’s large double bed, their bare arms and shoulders touching.

“Tell me something about yourself I don’t know.” Jessica said, “I want to get to know everything about you.” Toby thought for a moment. “I played the violin till I was sixteen,” he said.

“Really,” Jessica smiled, “you don’t seem the violin type.” Toby said nothing, sipped his vodka.

“I’d love to play an instrument,” she said, “were you any good?”

“Hopeless,” he grinned, “but I got a solo in the school concert in my last year. God knows why.”

“You can’t have been as bad as you make out,” she said. Toby shrugged. She may be right, his was the only string solo that year, and he was in the first violins even if he hadn’t made orchestra leader.

“Your turn,” he said, “What I should know about you?” Jessica giggled. “Oh, I don’t know,” she said, “what sort of thing do you mean?”

Toby thought for a moment. “Tell me something you have always wanted to do but never have.”

“In bed do you mean?”

Toby grinned. “Well I was thinking Bucket List, but okay, since you mention it, what have you always wanted to do in bed?”

Jessica thought, ran her finger around the rim of her glass. “There is one thing,” she said quietly, a little embarrassed, “but you’ll think I’m weird.”

“Weird?” Toby repeated, “now you have me fascinated.” He placed his glass on the bedside table, leant on his elbow to face her, intrigued.

“OK,” Jessica said slowly, “well… I’ve never watched a man… play with himself before.”

“I see.”

“I’ve… done it to a man with my hand before, but I think it would be really hot to watch.”

Toby smiled. “Do you?” he smiled. Jessica smiled and nodded, and watched as his free hand disappeared underneath the duvet.

”Shall we find out just how hot it is?” he asked and rolled onto his back. She watched the movement under the covers, the rise and fall of his hand, and aware now of her own arousal, she drank the remains of her vodka, dropped the glass to the floor.

Toby’s eyes were on her as she watched the duvet tenting in response to his strokes.

“I want to see,” she said, and pulled back the covers to expose him, to see his shaft proudly hard as he stroked slowly but firmly. She sighed as she watched his hand, felt a pulse of arousal deep within her which coursed directly to her already moistening core.

She laid alongside him, her eyes devouring his erection as her mouth, her lips had done before. She switched her gaze back to his face and saw the passion in his narrowed eyes, his teeth nibbling at his lip. His eyes slowly journeyed up and down her naked body and she felt their touch as clearly as if it were his hands, felt desired, admired, wanted. He had told her before that he had climaxed to thoughts of her, to pictures of her, but to be laying next to him, watching him as he did so sent her arousal spiralling higher.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he breathed, his words coaxing her sweet honey from her, their sound teasing her nipples to attention. She felt another wave of passion ripple through her and knew that she could not let him orgasm alone.

“I want to join in,” she said, and she rose from the bed onto all fours and moved towards him.

“I thought you just wanted to watch,” he said, pausing in his strokes as she straddled his thighs and sat up to face him. “I do,” she said, trailing a finger across her stomach before sliding it lower, “I want to watch your hands, your cock, your face.” Her finger found her eager clit, and a second finger joined in the circles she teased before slipping inside her slick lips.

“Can you feel my cock in you,” Toby gasped as his hand worked his shaft faster. Jessica moaned her approval, imagined her fingers were his solid shaft as she matched his pace.

“I can feel you,” she said desperately, “I’m gripping you tight.”

Her hips began to thrust as she forced herself against her hand, and her wetness on his thigh allowed her swift, easy motion.

Toby’s breaths began to quicken now, he lifted his head from the pillow and Jessica knew that he was as close to release as she was. Almost in answer to her thoughts, his eyes and mouth widened. “I’m gonna cum,” he managed to say.

“Me too,” Jessica sighed, “it’s so hot watching you.” She arched her back, leant on a hand behind her. “Come on me,” she begged, and tumbled backwards onto the bed, her fingers still rubbing frantically at her clit. Toby scrambled up from the mattress and quickly knelt above her. The familiar rush began from deep within him, he felt the surge as his climax gathered and his hand paused, gripped the head of his shaft. With a deep grunting moan, thick spurts of his hot cum covered Jessica’s stomach, spread onto her breasts. Its sticky warmth combined with the rapid stokes of her fingers to urge her towards her own release, and with a cry of his name, she arched her back as she leapt over the edge.


  1. Um ya, that was really hot Gentleman.

  2. Ugh…caught me at work again 😦

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