Show Me How (Audio Script)

Stories

“Oh my god.

Look at that bed.

It’s huge.”

“Yeah, this is definitely an upgrade.

Did the front desk say why they wanted to move us?”

“They just said there was an issue with the room we paid for, and so we got a complimentary upgrade or something.

This is insane.”

“It’s so big.

Look—see the bathtub?

Man.”

“Whoa, this view…

you can see that little town we passed on the other side of the lake.”

You mentioned a few weeks ago how much you love seeing the colors change as fall arrives. I grew up in San Diego, where seasons aren’t really a thing, so it’s not something I ever thought about until I moved here.

You insisted it’s the best way to celebrate the end of summer, leaving the city for a few days and going somewhere completely different.

A small town where all you can see for miles are trees.

We’ve only been together a few months, so this feels big for me, traveling together for the first time.

So far, so good.

I stand behind you and look out at the view over your shoulder.

There’s a dog lying in the evening sun near the hotel entrance.

The lake shimmers orange from the setting sun and the surrounding trees.

Lucky us, getting a room with such a good view.

I can’t wait to spend the weekend with you… wandering around town, checking out the forest trails…

Maybe tonight we can build a fire and just… relax.

Then, again… you were pretty wound up on the train ride here.

You could barely keep your hands off me.

“Come on.

Let’s try out the bed. Ah yeah, I needed this…”

“So, no trail-walk, then?”

“We just got here!

Let’s settle in and just… y’know, get cozy.

Come and try this.

It’s heaven.”

I can’t help but smile.

Your excitement’s so contagious.

“Oh my god…”

“I know, right?

Should get this for our bed at home…”

I shuffle closer to you.

You hook your leg around my hip, and I run my palm up your back, still warm from your coat.

“Thanks for bringing me here.”

“Best place to see the leaves change.

I knew you’d love it.”

“You just can’t keep your hands off me, can you?”

“Mmm, nope.”

“Whispering everything you want to do to me on the train? Getting me all worked up knowing I couldn’t do anything about it?”

“I like watching you squirm.”

“Speaking of…”

“What?”

You flash me a wicked little grin and drape your arm lazily around my neck.

“You know what I want?”

“No.

What do you want?”

“I want you to talk to me.

Tell me… the dirtiest thing you can think of.”

“Okay, you can’t put me on the spot like that.”

“No?

C’mon, you’re a writer.

I’m sure you can come up with something…”

“Mmm…”

“Tell me… what you do when you’re alone.”

“Like… when I masturbate?”

“Mmhm.

Tell me what you do when I’m not there.”

“Um… okay.

Well, it depends on, y’know, how I’m feeling.

But… usually, I start off slow, read a little.

Occasionally I’ll watch something.”

“And… do you use a toy?”

“Most of the time, yeah.”

Your eyes meet mine.

You smile like you can’t help yourself, like you’re a little embarrassed to be explaining what you do in your most private moments.

It’s new… talking in depth about these things.

We’ve had great sex since we started dating, but this is the part of relationships that I find most enjoyable, the part where you get into the details… you find out all the little quirks about each other.

You start to dig in deep and go beyond the surface together.

I just want to know as much as I possibly can about you.

“You’re curious, huh?”

“Well, yeah.

Naturally.”

“I could always give you a demonstration.”

“Do it.”

I reach out and lay my hand on your thigh.

You push it away.

“Ah, no touching.

Right now, you just watch.”

You put your palm against my chest and guide me down so I’m lying back against my elbows.

There’s this look on your face, like... like you’re fully in charge of what’s happening.

This is the first time we’ve deviated from the typical sex we’ve been having…

and I like it.

You lean back against the headboard and lift your knees.

Your hands work slowly as you undo the drawstring of your pants… and pull them down to your ankles.

You’re wearing a simple gray thong, nothing fancy, which is somehow way sexier than if you were wearing lingerie or something.

“There’s a video I really like…

you don’t mind if I play it?”

“No.

Just… act like I’m not here.”

“Okay.”

You lie down on your side and prop your phone up on the pillow in front of you.

I’m watching your face more than any other part of you, watching your eyes scan the screen, your teeth scraping gently across your bottom lip as you find what you’re looking for.

You press play, and your eyes focus in on the screen.

Your brow knits together, and… in just a few seconds, you’re completely immersed in the video.

I can’t see the screen, so I don’t know what exactly you’re watching, but… it sounds like a couple. Amateur, for sure. Something slow… sensual.

You lift the bottom hem of your shirt up to your neck, just enough to expose your breasts. You’re not wearing a bra, probably because all we did today was travel.

Your chest are soft, but… you stroke one with two fingers, and they quickly start to harden.

You trail your left hand down your bare thigh.

It looks mindless, the way you drag your fingernails over your skin, like you’re not even aware you’re doing it.

You roll your chest between your thumb and your forefinger.

The hand on your thigh drifts up to your hip… and hovers between your legs.

You’re still for a few moments, watching and listening to the couple on the screen…

And then your thumb grazes over the fabric covering your pussy.

It’s so soft, the way you touch yourself, like you’re warming yourself up, taking time to light up your nerves… wake up your senses…

You press against your underwear with your fingers… right over your clit.

You’re getting so absorbed in the video…

it really is almost like I’m not here.

There’s something really attractive about your openness, about how casual this seems for you.

I’d say you’re generally pretty sexual in nature, but… watching you put all of your attention on your pleasure…

it’s really fucking sexy.

I squeeze my dick through my jeans and just… knead it a little in my hand.

My body feels warm… and my head is swimming. I want to see more.

I pull my dick out of my pants and just hold it in my palm.

I give it a few soft strokes… but I never take my eyes off you.