Jenna's Shorts
Copyright© 2024 by Tarl Cabot
Story 5: Sometimes you have to Think Inside the Box
Erotica Sex Story: Story 5: Sometimes you have to Think Inside the Box - A collection of Short stories involving an extremely buxom nymphette named Jenna and the men she takes along on her sexual escapades.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Zoophilia Magic Sharing Incest Father Daughter BDSM FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Snuff Torture Gang Bang Group Sex Interracial Black Male Anal Sex Analingus Bestiality Cream Pie Double Penetration Oral Sex Spitting Big Breasts Public Sex Size Violence
What did you shop for the last time you went to IKEA? Some new kitchenware? Maybe a new sofa for the expansion room? Or just for lunch?
Tell the truth now ... You’re addicted to those little meatballs, so crisp outside and tender inside, smothered in that decadent cream gravy and that delicious Lingonberry jam that comes with it. Or was it something else?
Jenna wandered through the maze of IKEA, weaving between sleek furniture displays and colorful home decor. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular ... just a casual afternoon of browsing.
“Jenna?” A voice behind her made her pause. “Hey, Jenna ... is that you?” Then a hand tapped her shoulder.
Startled, she turned to see Tarl Cabot standing by a stack of flat-pack boxes, holding a half-assembled lamp. “Tarl? What are you doing here?” she laughed, surprised but happy to see him.
He shrugged, glancing at the awkward lamp in his hand. “Was looking for a new reclining chair, then realized I should probably get a new reading lamp as well.” Jenna raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “You? In IKEA? Never thought I’d see the day.”
“Yeah, well,” he said with a sheepish grin, “It’s better quality and value than some of the big box stores nowadays.”
They both laughed, filling the silent space between them. Tarl gestured to the cafe. “Coffee break? I could use a meatball intervention.”
Jenna nodded, smiling wide. “Lead the way.”
Jenna and Tarl settled into a cozy corner of the IKEA cafe, trays laden with Swedish meatballs, mashed potatoes, Lingonberry sauce, and a couple of cups of coffee. Tarl poked at his food, smirking.
“So, meatballs at IKEA. Are we officially basic now?” he asked, popping one into his mouth.
Jenna laughed, taking a bite of her own. “Hey, don’t knock it. They’re weirdly good for cafeteria food.” They ate in comfortable silence for a few moments, enjoying the laid-back atmosphere. Eventually, Jenna broke the quiet, a smile tugging at her lips. “So, new chair, new lamp, what’s with the apartment upgrade?”
Tarl chuckled, sipping his drink. “You know, cushions don’t ‘cush’ anymore, armrests worn. And you can’t have a new reading chair without a reading lamp ... Right?.”
“What’s next, a color-coordinated closet?” Jenna teased.
He shook his head with a grin. “Don’t push it.”
They finished their meal, feeling light and happy, their impromptu meeting having turned a simple shopping trip into something much more enjoyable.
Neither Jenna nor Tarl had been keeping track of time, but suddenly, a melodic tone came over the store’s loudspeakers, and a voice told them that the store would be closing in thirty minutes.
Jenna glanced at her watch and her eyes widened. “Wait ... it’s closing time already?”
Tarl looked around, noticing the cafe was practically empty, and then laughed. “No way. We’ve been sitting here that long?”
The loudspeaker crackled to life again, reminding customers of IKEA’s imminent closing. Jenna shook her head, still in disbelief. “I swear, we’ve been here for hours but it feels like no time at all.”
Tarl leaned back in his chair, grinning. “That’s what happens when you’re having a good time, I guess. We should probably get out of here before they lock us in for the night.” Jenna stood up, gathering her things, a little sad to end the impromptu reunion. “I wouldn’t mind getting locked in.”
Tarl chuckled, nodding. “True. But I don’t think we’d survive on just meatballs and Lingonberries.”
“Speak for yourself,” Jenna teased, pushing her chair in. “I’d be just fine.”
They both laughed as they made their way toward the exit. Unexpectedly, Tarl grabbed Jenna by the end and dragged her away from the exit. “Hey! Wait...” Jenna called to Tarl, who just kept pulling her deeper into the store.
“Are you crazy?” she asked as he stopped in the home furnishings area. “What if we’re caught?”
“No worries ... I’ve got a plan!” They stopped in front of a living room set with a large rattan chest set as a coffee table in front of a sofa and loveseat combo. Tarl set his lamp next to the sofa and hid Jenna’s bags behind it.
Jenna always considered herself a bit wild, but there was something in Tarl’s eyes today that made her a little nervous. Tarl opened the chest and stepped in. He held his hand out to Jenna and beckoned her in.
“Come on...” he prompted. “It’ll be fine, trust me,” Against her better judgment, Jenna stepped in with Tarl. Standing face to face, he smiled at her and then raised a finger to his lips. “Shh...”
Then silently he dropped down, pulling her down on top of him and pulling the lid closed over them. “It’s a little cramped in here, don’t you think?” Jenna whispered. “Oh, I don’t know...” Tarl teased. “I find the aesthetics pretty pleasing.”
Jenna flushed and growled, “Pervert!” but Tarl’s finger came up and pressed against her lips. “We need to stay quiet until the lights go out,” Tarl stated.
Jenna squirmed, crushing her breasts against Tarl’s chest. “How long will that take?”
“I’m not sure, but I find this position quite enjoyable,” Jenna began to growl and Tarl pulled her closer, pressing his mouth to hers and effectively silencing her.
After a few minutes, Jenna stopped struggling and relaxed into the kiss. Not long afterward, there was an audible clanking noise as the breaker was tripped and the lights went out.
“See, that wasn’t so bad...” Tarl announced, breaking their kiss. He reached above Jenna and pushed the lid open. There was minimal lighting now. Tarl guessed it was for when the cleaning crews came in.
They helped each other out of the storage chest and stared at each other for a long moment. They both suddenly burst into laughter.
“I was joking when I said I wouldn’t mind getting locked in,” Jenna whispered in a conspiratorial tone. “Well, we’re here now...” Tarl began then stepped out and helped Jenna out with him. “What shall we do first?”
“Well...” Jenna began. She was fidgeting and looking down at her shoes. Tarl followed her gaze and noticed a dark spot on Jenna’s jeans.
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