First, let me assureyou that I am not an eavesdropper as a matter of course. These two were sitting next to me while I was working as a table in one of my coffee shops. What he was saying to her I just found so erotic that I thought I should share it.
It made me reach between my legs under the table cloth and have a very quiet cheeky cum!
Brother and sister. How do I know? He was obviously late and when he sat down at her table he said, “Sorry I’m late, sis.” A general chat followed which I didn’t listen to, but then his sister asked, “How’s that bitch of an ex wife?”
This prompted him to say, “Oh My God, you’ll never believe what happened yesterday afternoon.”
Something in the way he said it attracted Miss Brain’s full attention, so she turned up the volume on my left ear and diverted my attention from the accounts I was staring at to the conversation. Here’s (as close as I can get it) what he said.
“So, I told you I had to go see her to get her to sign some divorce stuff, and she was sitting there in her…MY…lounge with a bottle of wine! She’d obviously been slugging it but wasn’t drunk. Anyway, as you know, she’s alcohol intolerant and any drink makes her sick. There was about three quarters of the bottle left, but even so she looked a bit green. I’d only just got the papers out when she excused herself and went upstairs to the bathroom. I waited…and waited. Fifteen minutes later I went upstairs to check on her. She was just coming out of the bathroom and she looked much better. Still…no sense in trying to talk sense with her at the best of times, certainly not now, so I said she had better go to bed.
I steered her into the bedroom, pulled the duvet back and got her in bed and covered her up. I was gonna leave it there, but she wrapped her arms around me telling me how kind I was and how much she appreciated it. The next thing I knew, we were snogging! I mean full on tongues-in-mouths snogging. I kissed up her cheek to her ear. She has always like her ears being kissed and a little tongue action.
It made her writhe in the bed as it always did. So I figured fuck it…I haven’t had any since we split up, and she certainly seemed in the mood, so I whispered, “Would you like me to suck you off?” She always adored oral - and it was a sure-fire way to her at her best sexually. She nodded, but just to be sure, I asked her to take her own panties off. I yanked the duvet back to watch - there are few things more sexy that watching a girl take her panties off for you. She flicked them off onto the floor, lifted her dress and spread her legs. I was down on her in a heartbeat and it took seconds to make her cum in my mouth. I just kissed up her body and slipped into her!
We hadn’t been going long before she said, “No. not there.” I pulled out immediately, and she rolled over.”
His sister said, “Let me guess, she let you give it to her up her arse? I know that’s your favourite.” I wondered how she knew. Clearly these two are close enough to talk about intimacies like this, but I did wonder if perhaps there had been more than talking at some point in their lives - or maybe that was simply Miss Brain being wishful.
“Yep! Oh sis, it was like old times! No more just lying there like a dead fish, she really responded! She hasn’t fucked me like that for years. If she had, I’d never have wandered. But yeah, she was pushing back against me, and telling me to fuck her deeper, harder. I couldn’t last long like that. So….”
“So lemme guess, you came up her bum?”
‘Yep!”
"So, what now? Is the divorce still on?"
“See, that’s the weird thing. We had sex, we cuddled in bed for ages afterwards, then I got up to use the bathroom. When I got back she was gone. I found her downstairs in the lounge, and we were right back to the cold fish thing. I tried to talk to her about what we’d just done, and she simply belittled it. “Look John, it was just something we both needed in the moment. Don’t make it out to be the blossoming of romance.”
“We never did sign the papers, so I have to go back and try again.”
Miss Brain took a sharp knife and trimmed all the unnecessary material away and just replayed the actual sex action. Meanwhile Miss Brain made me put down my pen (why are tax firms so fucking complicated?) and the next thing I knew I was stroking a very moist pair of white panties under the table.
Miss Brain is highly adept at making a short movie from someone else’s words, and now, my eyes closed, I could actually see the action taking place. The hugging that became kissing. The ear thing that made her want to screw him, and finally the desire to have him anally. Other than the removal of her panties, there was no talk of removing other clothes and I could just see these two fucking in their clothes which made the event seem so much more erotic.
My reward was a soft, gentle but oh, so long-lasting orgasm into my panties.
Meanwhile the topic of conversation on the next table had moved on to her sex life. Clearly it’s going much better than his.
“…..can’t keep his hands off me, not that I have any objections to that. He’s always up for it, and always up me! The only thing is, he doesn’t seem to care where we are. I mean sex isn’t confined to the bedroom. (Good for him!) He’s even tried it on when we’ve been out of the house.”
She leaned in towards her brother. “The thing is, I’m tempted! Something about doing it where others could see us is wildly exciting.” Sister, you have no fucking idea.
Their talk was intimate, highly personal and I wondered. I wondered if when growing up together there hadn’t been some experimentation together. Perhaps a summer of joint masturbating, leading to masturbating each other, leading to one particular day when things got a little too steamy and ‘it’ happened? Maybe there were a few months of trying anything and everything with each other, until boyfriends and girlfriends came on the scene and the physicality naturally fizzled out, but left this close bond of intimacy.
She got up and went to the restroom, and I wondered if she was doing more than taking a pee? Girls always go to the restroom before leaving a place like mine, so nothing can really be read into it, but Miss Brain, ever one to find the erotic, wondered if listening to her brother get lucky with his ex had turned her on, maybe reminded her of things they used to do, and maybe, right now, she was rubbing one out.
I do hope so.
Meanwhile, I tore my attention away and back to the fucking tax form. “How many times’ it asked ‘in the last tax period have you taken a shit? (Documentary evidence may be required)” it asked. Well, no, it didn’t, but it might have well have done. Many of the other questions were equally pointless. Why can’t it be: “Here’s our income. Here’s our costs. Take one from the other and that is our profit. Tax that.
Sitting in now soaked panties and trying to please the tax man don’t fit well together, so with a sight, I gathered up my papers and left.
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