After Sex Smoke

I have never been good at having conversations with my sex partners. I haven't had very many of them, and I'm a shy person in general. It was just not a skill I had ever acquired, and any time I put effort into talking to people I had slept with I just ended up sounding like a blithering idiot. The silence I was now experiencing reminded me that I was just not good at talking after fucking. My sex partner was sitting on the steps puffing a cigarette, looking worn out and pleased with himself. His look that told me he knew he wasn't the only one who had gotten off. The fact that the sex had been good made this far less awkward. I sat down next to him and lit up a smoke.

From our perch we were looking over a barren back yard. There weren't any trees, just a couple of shrubs next to the garage. There was no garden, no lawn furniture. He probably didn't spend much time here. Come to think of it, I'm not really sure what he spends most of his time doing. I don't know what his hobbies are, and I don't know what other social groups he associates with. I think he said his job involves travel and weird hours - I didn't really know him at all, despite having spent most of the day in his bed. Okay, we had spent the entire day in his bed. Morning, afternoon, and the first part of the evening. This was the first time we had been outside or had worn clothing. We must have missed a beautiful day.

This was the second occasion on which we had fucked. I can't say that I really know him at all. He was one of those people that I'd known for a long time, but not because we hung out together. I knew him through other people, mutual friends. We occasionally ended up in the same places, but never had a reason to talk or seek each other out. We had been acquaintances for maybe four or five years. Maybe it was because I'm awkward, or maybe I keep to myself too much. Aside from the sex, we had never really interacted.

A few days ago a friend had hosted a dinner party. She was a social butterfly. She constantly had people over to her house. I think she aspires to be a trophy wife. At this particular dinner party she decided that the dozen guests should all play one of those "get to know each other" games. I haven't a clue what the game was called, but it came in a box filled with cards that had all sorts of personal questions that you were supposed to answer honestly. It came to be my turn to answer a question about sex. I moaned and complained, but my social butterfly of a friend wouldn't let me skip the question. Certain things about sex should only be discussed between me and whoever I am fucking.

It was for the best that my friend forced me to answer truthfully. Well, I guess that this man whom I didn't really know found my awkward and stumbling reply to be cute. A short while later I found myself upstairs in the spare bedroom. I was on my back with my hands in his hair and my legs wrapped around the bars at the foot of the bed. We were the last two to leave our friend's house. I had been unaware of all  the other party guests departing and had lost all sense of time. He pointed out that there were no longer sounds of people laughing and making small talk. I suggested that we try sneaking out (to avoid my own embarrassment), but he had smiled at me and said that I should really be more confident about myself. The worst that would happen is that the host would have been jealous.

We walked downstairs, him ahead of me. I was going to head straight for the front door, but our friend heard us walk down the creaking stairs and pounced. She grinned at us and I felt an intense blush rise in my face. She asked us coyly if we had enjoyed the evening. I muttered something about dinner having been lovely. She seemed thrilled to see my awkward self emerging from having sex. Now she would just have to wash the sheets, she announced.

Now my body was exhausted. He had woken me up around noon on top of me holding my hands over my head. He leaned over and whispered in my ear that he wanted to tie me up. He said he was going to tell me what to do, and I was to follow his instructions carefully if I wanted to come. He had dragged his fingers between my breasts, over my stomach, and slowly made his way to my pussy. He had fingered me slowly, first with one finger, then with two. He had slid them into my wet pussy with ease. He stopped right before I came so he could tie me up.

A wind came, and rustled the lawn which hadn't been mowed in weeks. I watched as the breeze crept through the grass and up my legs. I was wearing only a t-shirt of his. It was just long enough so that my bare ass wasn't sitting on the wooden steps. The wind crawled up my thigh and tickled my cunt. I was still wet with my cum, and the wind added to the effect. I shivered all the way up through my shoulders. He reached around and ran his hand over my back.

The person sitting next to me who had I had spent all day fucking was pretty much a stranger. I didn't know his birthday, his middle name, or where he grew up.  None of this really mattered to me at the moment. I was far too content from my orgasms. Anyway, I think the sex was too good for it to matter if I knew anything about his parents or if he'd ever married. Fucking him made me adore sex more than I had since I had first found out about it in high school. He was more interesting in bed and could make me come more intensely than I had in a while. Who's going to argue with that?

"Hey, are you alright? You look lost in your head."

"Yeah, I'm alright." I jerked back into reality. I took one last drag of my cigarette and put it in the ashtray. I was terrible at these post-sex conversations.

He smirked back and gently stroked my exposed thigh. "I didn't fuck you too much, did I?"

"Oh, no, not at all. I had a good time." I stumbled, not entirely knowing how to respond to such a question. Most people are just not that forward.

"You know what's cute? How much you just blushed."

Of course this made my blush deepen. "I'm just - nothing." I kissed him quickly to avoid any more talking.

"Come on, lets go shower and get you cleaned up." He held out his hand and led me back inside. I think I was about to have a good night.