Jamie's Red Jacket
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2025 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: Jamie paints her nails a sexual color. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Fiction Illustrated .
The Abbey at Seaside had long been abandoned, an unfit monstrosity, according to some, a grave danger, according to others, a sinful overabundance, the majority agreed. That suited us fine. And then one day I saw a flash of red out on the balustrade, and a young woman lying there, asleep, perhaps—dead, a possibility. “What’s this all about?” I asked Chloe.
Chloe clued me in. “Guests,” she said. “A pair of them. The young woman, as you see, and somewhere inside some tall guy. Renters, I guess.”
“So what’s she doing there? I further enquired. Is she...?”
“See that splotch of red on the sand?” Chloe pointed out.
“Yes. What is it? Not blood, I hope.”
“Nope. Nail polish,” Chloe said. “She came out half an hour ago or so and sat on the rail, right where we’ve so often sat, and began painting her fingernails.”
“Red?” I guessed.
“Right. Almost the same shade as her jacket. But then when she went to paint her toes, somehow the bottle slipped from her grasp and fell over the side. She looked at it and frowned, then turned to the doorway and called out.”
“What did she call?”
“‘Drew, get you ass out here. And by ass I mean cock.’”
“Ho ho,” I chortled.
“Drew ambled out. ‘Jamie. What’s going on?’ he asked.
“‘I painted my nails,’ she told him.
“‘Nice,’ he said.
“‘I think so too,’ she admitted. ‘But before I could do my toes the bottle fell down there.’ She pointed.
“‘It’s okay,’ Drew said. ‘Your toes look great just as they are.’
“‘You really think so?’ she asked.
“‘I do!’ Drew declared. And he lifted one of Jamie’s feet and took it into his mouth. He sucked each toe, and Jamie squirmed a little, but then apparently gave way to the pleasure.
“After he finished with the second foot, he said, ‘I wouldn’t be able to do that were the paint still wet.’
“Jamie nodded. ‘Then I guess I won’t ask you to go down and retrieve the bottle. Probably all dried out or full of sand anyway. Do you really like the color?’
“Drew said he loved the color.
“‘I’m glad,’ she said. ‘I thought it might be the same color as the rim of your cock when you get excited.’ After saying this, she took his penis in her hands, apparently to compare the shades of red.
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