Turtlehead
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Chapter 7: The Suitcase
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 7: The Suitcase - Eddie works for the public electrical utility. Like all of us, he needs help with his taxes, and meets his accountant. She's beautiful, but has the same problem he has: keeping inside what wants to come out. Out the back. Impulsively, he invites her to his house after work. To the smallest room in his house, actually. By the time they finish in there, they're naked, in lust, and maybe more. Things (and their bowels) move quickly. A shitty little fantasy story.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Workplace Interracial White Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Flatulence Scatology Water Sports Menstrual Play
Parking her car in front of his house, Andie grabbed her old suitcase off the passenger seat and walked up to the front door. He answered the bell and invited her in, smiling broadly.
Then he noticed the suitcase and froze. In a sudden soft voice, he asked a question.
“Andie. Oh, does that mean what I think it means?”
She was brought up short by his sudden change in tone. She realized he was looking at the case sitting beside her knee. Then, she “got it.”
“It means, if you’ll have me, I want to stay here with you. Please?”
“Andrea Loring, I have two things to say to you.”
His voice was firm now, and his posture stiffened.
“Uh-oh. Did I assume something I shouldn’t have?”
“First, you are welcome in my home any minute of any day in any month of any year. I promise you.
“Second, it’s wonderful to see that you thought to bring your clothes here. But, let’s agree, to the maximum possible, you and I will wear the fewest possible clothes while inside our house.”
Now she was stuck, trying to understand.
“Wait. Wait. Did you just say, ‘our house’?”
“I did, and it is. Our home, if you’re willing.”
“Eddie, that’s a big step. And we first met only hours ago. Perhaps you’re blinded by lust. Or lacking oxygen from breathing the noxious fumes from my butt.”
“Let’s not stand in my front doorway. Join me on the sofa.”
After shutting the door and leaving her case to the side, he followed her into the living room.
“Let me tell you about my day, Andie. It was possibly the most dangerous day in my career. Because, instead of high voltage cables, it was you on my mind. I’ve never been so distracted in seven years up on those poles.
“One more thing I think you might appreciate. I was so nervous, I think people down on the sidewalk could hear my machine-gun farting.”
That cut the tension a little, and she giggled.
“It was the same for me. I had your paperwork on my desk, and I must have looked at one page for ten minutes because I wasn’t seeing numbers. Um, to be honest, I was seeing your dick. There’s probably a rule against filing your 1040 form with drool on it, Eddie.
“You’re serious, aren’t you.”
“Serious as a heart attack. When I saw you and your bag coming up my front walk, I almost cried. You have to stay with me. Otherwise, I’ll probably electrocute myself. No pressure, though.”
“Yeah, right. I’m not sure...”
With perfect timing, a loud fart came out of him then.
“I guess, there’s some pressure.”
“I must be nuts. But you make me laugh. And I will never forgive myself if I don’t put your wonderful cock inside me at least 10,000 more times. So, I’ll stay.”
It was hard to tell whose arms wrapped up first. But when they broke apart she noticed something unexpected. His eyes were damp and glistening.
“Not to ruin the moment, Eddie, but I’m really hungry. Do we have any food in this joint?”
“Will pasta and garlic bread do, with raspberry sherbet afterwards?”
“Perfect. Better than ice cream, which always makes me fart.”
“Andie, tap water makes us fart. We might as well face the music ... oh, sorry. Use a pun, go to prison. Set the table, please.”