Hot, Sweaty, Dirty, Sexy

Mandy is a girl who values cleanliness. When she meets Elliot in the middle of a scorching summer day her clothes swiftly come off, but in the sweltering heat she feels a little icky and gross. Elliot decides to show her just how fun dirty sex is... but can Mandy handle what he's got in store? Warning: for adults! Contains explicit content, incl. m/f sex, oral sex and a variety of bodily fluids. 5796 words.

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Excerpt:

Mandy's apartment was small, just a one-bedroom student flat with a built-in kitchen and a bathroom. But it had a certain charm to it, too. She decorated it well, and there was plenty of light pouring in through the large windows. Aside from her bed, though, the only place to sit was her computer chair. Elliot opted to keep standing as Mandy poured them both some orange juice. She handed Elliot his glass, which he acknowledged gratefully.

"You can sit on the chair, by the way." She pointed at it and he smiled. Mandy herself put her glass down on her desk and crashed down on her bed with a heavy sigh.

"The heat can be so unbearable sometimes," she said. "I barely did anything today and I'm already so exhausted."

"I thought you said you went swimming," Elliot replied, swiveling the chair casually.

"Yeah but that alone wouldn't make me this tired. It's just this heat. You just want to lie down and not do anything for the rest of the day."

"Yeah I know what you mean."

"I took a shower at the pool but I already feel so gross again," Mandy continued. She was wearing a simple bright-red tank top, and trailed her fingers over her arm; it felt cool and damp from the sweat. "Ugh," she turned her nose up, "look, already so sweaty again. Gross."

Elliot laughed. "Oh it's not so bad, it's just sweat."

"Yeah, I guess..."

"So what do you study, by the way?" he asked.

"Political Science."

"Oh, nice."

"Yeah, it's all right. What about you?"

"Theater."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah!" he grinned. "It's really fun."

There was no denying that they were attracted to each other. Mandy wanted Elliot, and from the way he was looking at her she figured he wanted her too. They talked for a while longer, but the sexual tension was clear to both, and neither one seemed able to make the first move. But then: a sudden awkward pause in the conversation. Elliot got up.

Mandy smiled bashfully as he approached her. He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair gently; she lowered her eyes and chuckled nervously. She could feel her heart beat faster as Elliot's touch grazed her cheek. He leaned in closer and she looked up at him. Before she could react he kissed her, his warm lips pressing snugly onto hers and his tongue prodding into her mouth tentatively. She allowed him in and they locked together.

Elliot pulled Mandy up to her feet. His hands moved down her back to the waist and pulled her in closer til her chest pressed to his. They then slipped under her top and touched the hot, sweating flesh. Mandy moaned softly as he caressed her, tugging at the lock of her bra in the process, as if hinting at his desires. She reached down to his butt and gave it a squeeze, then pulled back from their kiss and nestled her face on his shoulder. His fingers skimmed over her back and up to her lovely chestnut hair, going through it and ruffling it somewhat. She hugged him close, barely able to withstand the heat their bodies were generating together but not wanting to pull away either.
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