Literotic asexstories – Show Hidden Files – Pt. 02 by smutlit,smutlit
Wes knew about Mila’s exes and escapades, and had asked every question he could dream up about her sex life during those times. But now he had a whole host of new questions. Mila was always truthful and always entertained his desire for details of her adventures. She always knew what he wanted to hear. She seemed to enjoy telling him stories, reliving the sensual moments. She always became very turned on, her pussy wet, her actions more passionate. Maybe the biggest reason Wes enjoyed these sessions was seeing how much they turned Mila on. Nothing aroused him more than her embracing her wild side.
Some nights, she would say something about her past in a way that would cause Wes to start thinking about her before they met – free and up for almost anything. He knew her past well enough that when she mentioned an event in her life, he knew the sexual time period that accompanied that event, like parallel timelines. When they wound up in bed, Wes would begin asking her questions and she would always happily indulge him. Sometimes, she loved just stroking his cock, wetting it now and again with her mouth as she told her sultry tales. He loved feeling conflicted – wanting to feel her mouth on the swollen head of his cock, but not wanting to interrupt the lurid story she was intimating. Other times she would suck on him passionately, relaying the really juicy bits of the story as she took short breaks, resting his hard cock on her cheek. Other times still, she had to have him inside of her and mounted him while the filthy words came panting from her mouth. She always orgasmed intensely during her storytelling sessions and smiled dreamily afterwards – the bliss of living in two sexual worlds at once.
He’d avoided asking Mila because she’d never willingly shared stories about what had happened in those pictures, but eventually, it became too much for him. He brought the hard drive downstairs one night and handed it to her.
“I decided not to use the drive. I’ll just pick up a fresh one. Thank you, though,” he said.
“Were you afraid of what you’d find on there?” she said, chuckling.
“More excited than afraid.”
“I hesitated giving it to you.”
“I’m glad you did.”
“Oh god, what did you find on there? Ryan, that bastard, I knew he didn’t delete all of those pictures.”
“No, he did not. Jesus, who would? If I had naked pictures of you, they’d be backed up many times over.”
“You have hundreds of naked pictures of me! And dozens of videos! You’ve got them backed up three or four times!”
“Do I!”
They both laughed. She put down the hard drive and stared at it. “I think I know what you’re going to say,” she said.
“What am I going to say?”
“If you’ve seen what I think you’ve seen, then you’re wondering why our storytelling sessions have been, well, incomplete.”
“I was wondering that, but I didn’t want to push anything, or make you feel uncomfortable.”
“I was never sure if you wanted to hear about it. I mean, we fantasize about these things, but we’ve never really acted on it. I know we’ve seriously considered it, but I was never one-hundred percent sure if this was something that would really happen. We’re always waiting for a serendipitous moment, the right time, the right person, but in the meantime it all remained just a fantasy, a story. I guess I didn’t want to tell you that I’d already dabbled a bit and ruin our own experience together.”
“Dabbled?”
Milla sighed and looked coy.
“Mila, I understand why you didn’t tell me, but you don’t have to keep things from me. This doesn’t sour anything. I want to know you in every way I can” he said, moving closer.
She looked up at him with her big green eyes and a smile appeared in the corner of her mouth. Her eyes narrowed and her smile turned slightly devilish in the way that he loved. He could tell that she was reminiscing, thinking about the pictures on the drive and those times years ago.
“I know what goes on in that filthy mind of yours. I know what you want to know,” she said.
“Would you like to see the pictures?” he asked.
She could feel a rush inside of her. Her stomach fluttered. She began to sweat and feel nervous, but over that nervousness was an excitement. She’d thought of those times now and again. She saved them for when she was feeling really naughty. She revelled in them now and again, sometimes by herself, sometimes while telling Wes stories from that time period. She hadn’t looked at the pictures since long before she was with Wes. She didn’t really know what pictures were on the hard drive anymore. She wasn’t sure how completely they documented what had happened. The vague memories of those images floated back to her and mixed with her actual memories of those times. She could feel the heat building between her legs as Wes touched her and brought her into his arms for a kiss.
“Let’s go upstairs,” she said. “Bring your computer.”
She picked up the hard drive and followed Wes up.
***
It was already later in the evening and Mila had removed her bra and put on a t-shirt that did a poor job of concealing her breasts. She wore the short shorts that she usually wore to bed, but took them off while Wes was getting his computer. Her panties stuck to her a bit as she pushed them down to the floor and off. She pulled her shorts back on and sat cross-legged on the bed, the leg holes revealing the smooth skin of her thighs all the way up.
Wes entered and they smiled at each other silently. They snuggled up together on the bed, the glow of the laptop screen in their faces. Mila touched herself and held Wes’ arm. She was nervous, but excited for what she knew was coming.
When Wes began opening file folders, things came flooding back to Mila. She saw thumbnails of her twenty-year-old self partying with friends and was immediately transported back to that time. She remembered how fun and exciting everything was, how new. Mila felt that young girl’s naivete, her innocence, but also her lust. She remembered how badly she wanted sex, how she craved male attention and enjoyed the pleasures of a man’s touch. She gripped him a little tighter and smiled. Wes looked at her. “Are you ready?” he said..
Mila just nodded, her mouth dry with anticipation.
Wes opened the hidden folder and new thumbnails appeared. At first, Mila was a little shocked. She didn’t remember the pictures being quite so graphic – pornographic. Wes began clicking on pictures, his favourite ones. He opened one with Mila on her knees looking squarely into the camera, a big cock in her hand and a familiar smile on her face. Mila squirmed a little bit and spread her legs. Wes looked at her.
“Well, that’s no surprise. I’ve told you stories about him many, many times,” she said.
Though his cock had been growing since she told him to go upstairs, it was now reaching a new level and Wes moved the laptop so it was on a pillow between them.
He clicked through some more pictures until Mila said, “Wait.”
She took the mouse and began choosing her own photos. He loved that she had taken control and was now satisfying her own needs. She opened pictures that were not among his favourites, but once he saw the look on her face while she took in the image, those pictures became his new favourites. Her expressions brought the pictures to life and he could feel her animal side next to him on the bed. She could see a wet spot developing on Wes’ boxers as it pushed against the fabric and reached in to free him.
Wes moved his hands slowly down her body and lifted the hem of her shirt to access the waistband of her shorts. His fingers crept down over her mound and he was not surprised at the stickiness he found below. Mila whimpered and sighed as she clicked through the images. She found a slightly blurry picture. A view from above, Mila on all fours, her red face half buried in the sofa, arms outstretched and gripping the arm rest, her breast pressed into the cushion, a cock mostly inside of her and a hand grabbing her spread ass cheek. She stopped clicking and rested for a minute, moaning softly as Wes’ finger slid up and down softly between her swollen lips.
Mila worked Wes’ cock slowly, spreading his precum around the tip of his cock before stroking it. “What are you thinking?” she said.
“How nice it is to have visuals to go with your stories.”
“I loved that cock,” she said, moving her hips in motion with his hand. “I think I love your cock because it’s so similar.”
She looked at Wes and kissed him. “I remember how excited I was to finally be able to fuck without a condom. To be with someone I trusted and to let loose. I would’ve let him do anything.”
“And did you?”
“Remember when we first met and we practically spent two months in bed fucking each other?”
Wes closed his eyes.
“That’s what it was like. I could almost orgasm just from having his cock in my mouth. I thought about him inside of me all the time. We fucked until it hurt,” she said.
Wes looked at the screen again. Mila had found a picture of herself lying naked on her side. The beautiful curves of her body as one leg draped over the other. Her arm propped up her head as her long, curly hair failed to cover her tits. Wes stared into young Mila’s eyes. They were glassy and soft. She wasn’t looking into the camera, but into the face of the photographer. She was flushed and full, unabashed and proud, a work of art. Her smile was one of wanting, wanting more, just waiting until he was hard again.
Mila began stroking him with more purpose. He was trying hard not to cum, but also trying to focus on Mila, both right there beside him and on the screen. Mila moved his hand and slipped her shorts off. Wes could see her hard nipples through the shirt, but she left it on. Her nearly bare pussy was glistening and so were his fingers. She placed his hand back where it was and breathed heavily into his neck.
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