The Long-lasters
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Erotica Sex Story: Amanda and Mr. Owlman won't let snow keep them from celebrating the first day of spring. Illustrated.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fiction Illustrated .
Mr. Owlman has the Blue Coyote Café to himself. It is early Saturday morning. The place has just opened. Outside snow is falling slow and soft. Straight down, Mr. Owlman thinks at first, but upon closer observation he sees that the flakes wiggle slowly while they wend their way to earth. No, not earth. Street or sidewalk. When a flake hits the pavement it dissolves in two seconds. The little ones go much faster. Less than a second.
He is waiting for Amanda to join him, and there she is now, crossing the street. She sees him in the window and smiles and waves as she steps onto the sidewalk. A moment later she is up the stairs and in his arms. He hugs her close. An unmelted snowflake rests on the shoulder of her sweater.
“Hot chocolate?” he asks.
“Yes please.”
They sit at the window watching the snow. “Before you came I was counting how long it took them to melt,” Mr. Owlman tells her. “Snowflakes. The big ones take longer.”
“Good,” Amanda says. “I like the big ones. The long-lasters.”
She takes a sip of her hot chocolate. Then she kisses him.
He tastes of chocolate. The tip of her tongue caresses the underside of his.
He has a hand on her thigh. It feels warm and nice. She moves a hand to the crotch of his pants. Scratchy denim. She can tell he’s hard underneath. She rubs gently for a while. He gets harder. She manages to work the zipper down enough for her little hand to sneak in. His underwear is in the way. She weasels it to the side. There! His cock is nice and warm. She holds the smooth head against her palm. Outside it’s snowing harder. It’s starting to stick to the street. She wraps her fingers around the rugged shaft. “Do you know?” she says. She milks his cock. “Do you know I’m going to make you come?” She increases the pace and pressure. It won’t be long now. There! He groans softly and the first jolt arrives. The cream wets her wrist. One surge follows another. She milks him until he’s empty. They rest for a while. Her hand is slippery from his cum. Some of it is still on her palm when she takes it from his pants. She tastes it. “Not bad,” she says. She licks her lips. “But not as good as the chocolate.” He takes her thumb to his lips and kisses it, then sucks it for a moment. A customer comes into the Blue Coyote and she pulls her thumb free. “Really coming down out there,” the guy comments as he goes to the counter to place his order. Amanda and Mr. Owlman smile at each other. “I might go to the bathroom now to clean up,” Amanda tells him. “Want to come with?”
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