A Handful of Fun

I stood in the doorway, transfixed, afraid to breathe in case I made a noise that disturbed the scene before me. She lay naked on the bed, lost in her own world as she caressed herself. The voyeuristic thrill I felt surprised me as my eyes soaked up every detail and followed the motion of her hands as they moved across her delectable curves. Despite the fact we'd been married for years it felt somehow wrong to watch her pleasure herself. It was something I'd never witnessed before and it had my pulse pounding and my groin throbbing within seconds.

I watched as she rubbed her breasts, stroking them with a circular motion that caused her nipples to swell visibly, flushing the deep pink that I knew so well. A strange jealousy filled me, I wanted it to be my hands caressing her, and feel her body respond to my touch. I could almost feel the weight of her breasts in my hands as my imagination supplemented the information from my eyes. My body responded instantly to the sight of her increasing arousal and I felt my cock start to swell in anticipation. The urge to disturb her and join in was hard to resist but I was enjoying the sight too much to interrupt the very intimate scene unfolding before me. She teased her nipples, running the palms of her hands over them before pinching them hard between her fingers, causing her back to arch and her head to turn in my direction. I froze, expecting her to see me but her eyes were closed and she seemed oblivious to my presence. My gaze followed her right hand as it strayed across her stomach, lazily tracing the fine silvery stretch marks that she'd worn with pride since carrying our son. I held my breath as her hand disappeared between her thighs and heard the soft sigh escape her lips as her fingers reached their destination. I imagined the warm, slick wetness that they encountered and tightened my grip a fraction as if mimicking the sensation.

Acutely aware of my own arousal, I stayed silent and curled my fingers around my shaft, moving my hand slowly and barely grazing the skin. I stroked my cock in time to the motion of her hands not wanting to achieve climax any time soon but relishing the feeling of my hand around it. On the bed, she raised her knees as her finger probed deeper. I wanted to move inside the room, to watch as she pleasured herself, to learn from her but from my vantage point in the door I could only listen to the sound of wet flesh and see the almost pained expressions of pleasure cross her face.

Her fingers increased their pace and her thighs clamped involuntarily around her hand, back arching gracefully as she pinched her nipple hard. The breath was coming harder and faster now and I could see the tell-tale pink blush spreading from her cheeks to her shoulders as she neared climax. I continued to stroke my cock gently, each touch sending an electric current racing through me which felt incredible but I knew I needed something more, and soon. A sigh escaped her lips as the first pre-orgasmic ripple rolled through her. I watched intently, curious to see if she’d stay at that level, riding the small waves of pleasure that I knew she loved me giving her with my tongue or if she’d go for a bigger climax. She began to move her hand rapidly and I had my answer, rubbing her clit at a frenetic pace far faster than I’d be comfortable with before slowing and plunging her fingers inside her wet pussy, causing her thighs to clench as she bucked her hips against her hand, each change in pace eliciting another sigh and bringing a fresh blush to her cheeks. She alternated between the two motions with increasing vigour, my own pace mirrored hers until a spasm wracked her body and I froze, holding my breath as she cried out I saw her back arch clear of the bed, the muscles of her arms and legs squeezing hard as a bigger climax filled her. She paused momentarily, riding the wave and waiting for it to subside so she could continue.

Her hand resumed a slow caressing motion and my gaze crept up to her face. Her eyes were wide open and she was looking at me, smiling.

"I'd ask how long you've been there, but from what I can see, you've have been there a while" She said, "Why don't you come in so we can both get a better look"

"I enjoyed that" I said

I walked in and stood beside the bed, looking down on her hungrily. I was tempted to slip between her legs and bury myself deep inside her as I normally would, but this was something different, something we hadn't done before and I was curious to see where it would go. She looked up at me and smiled before spreading her legs wide and continuing to play. My gaze was drawn to her hand and I watched as she used two fingers to spread the entrance to her deliciously inviting pussy open while the middle one rubbed her clit. I stroked my cock as I watched her fingers move, rubbing and dipping into her sodden flesh.

"Why have I never watched you do this before?" I asked

"I don't know." she said "But I love watching you stroke your cock. I want to watch you cum"

"That" I said "Shouldn't be too difficult to arrange"

I could feel her gaze focus on my groin as I switched hands to give her a better view of my fingers sliding along the swollen shaft. Knowing she was watching so intently was a huge turn on and I could feel my balls tightening as my cock swelled so hard it felt like hot steel against my palm. Her fingers continued to play. The soft wet sound as she rubbed her clit interspersed with the occasional slap of skin on skin as she plunged her finger inside was intoxicating. When she pulled her hand away and licked the glistening juices from her fingers it was more than I could stand and I became aware of my cock beginning to throb, each stroke making it feel more sensitive in my hand. I closed my eyes, unable to focus on anything but the ecstasy radiating outwards from every movement.

A familiar feeling was building inside me, the pressure of an impending orgasm made my balls ache and feel over-full as they squeezed tightly against me, readying themselves to be emptied. The pressure was unstoppable now and a wave of cool pleasure filled me, hairs standing up on end, my stroke faltered as every muscle tensed in anticipation. I opened my eyes as a streamer of hot white ejaculate sprayed from the tip of my cock, falling carelessly over her stomach. I kept stroking, slow, deliberate motions that sent electric current racing through me as I milked more of my sticky cum from my now over sensitised dick. Each spurt of fluid painted a fresh line over her, creating pale streams across the landscape of her body from the swollen buds of her nipples to the short curls of her pubic hair.

"I appear to have made a bit of a mess" I said

She looked up at me, a big grin on her face as I bent over to kiss her lips. Her arms and legs wrapped around me and she pulled me down onto her. I felt my rapidly cooling cum squishing between us as our bodies entwined.

“we're both messy now” She said with a wink

I tried to give her a stern look, and reprimand her but I failed miserably and we both collapsed in giggles, arms around each other, kissing like teenagers.

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If you enjoyed that, try my first book "A Taste of Erotica", a collection of 7 short stories. Available to download here:

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Introduction

I have been writing short stories on and off for the last 5 years. Most have never seen the light of day, some have been terrible and some I've been pleased with. I have experimented with different genres and styles and I suspect I always will although there are two I keep returning to, science fiction and erotica.

Almost two years ago now I finally realised a long held ambition and published a collection of short stories. It was only in electronic format but it was available to anyone with an e-reader. I was really pleased with my efforts at getting that far and with the resulting publication but somehow I lost my momentum and my writing faltered.

The writing bug appears to have bitten again and I'm starting to string words together once more. Whilst it's not yet a torrent of words, ideas and sentences are forming and beginning to coalesce into coherent passages. Because of this I have refreshed my blog, given it a new address and deleted most of the old content.

So what am I going to write? For now I'll be sticking to my favourite subject, sex. It will also be exclusively short stories,  I love their immediacy and the lack of superfluous detail. I like to think that my short stories are to erotica what an espresso is to coffee: short, full of stimulation and super concentrated.

If you like what you read or even if you don't, let me know. Feedback is both lovely and essential for anyone who writes.

A City View

The view from the balcony was always interesting. The city’s parks were just visible in the distance providing a backdrop of bright spring greens between buildings. Even the ever present sound of the bustling city was subdued from this height. As I stood, drinking coffee and watching people milling around like colourful ants, I cast an eye over the other buildings around me. The towering glass structure nearest had only recently opened and it was still a novelty to see lights on in the windows though most of the building was currently dark.

A flicker in the corner of my eye caught my attention as a light came on in one of the rooms opposite. It was in one of the new apartments that contained little furniture besides a large leather sofa, a huge plasma TV and a massive four poster bed that looked very out of place in such a modern building. I was beginning to wonder why the lights had come on when the door opened and a couple walked in. He was wearing a suit and she was wearing a short, brightly coloured dress that left little to the imagination even from this distance. Unable or unwilling to look away I watched as she stopped in the middle of the room while he walked around her, inspecting her the way a mechanic would a new car. He said something and she released the fastenings on her dress, letting it fall to the floor.

I felt a guilty thrill as I watched her step out of the dress and stand beside it, naked, while he picked it up and laid it neatly on the sofa. Taking something from his jacket pocket he approached her and reached up to stroke her cheek affectionately. He fastened the object, clearly a necklace of some kind around her neck and stepped back allowing me a clear view. I admired her body through the window, as she stood subserviently, dressed in nothing but the black collar he’d given her. I felt my body betraying excitement at viewing the illicit scene but I stayed still, letting the action unfold before me.

He led her through to the bedroom where she climbed onto the bed and lay on her back in the centre of the mattress, arms and legs outstretched towards the bed posts. Transfixed I watched as he opened a concealed door and took out a handful of silk scarves. Laying them on the bed beside her with almost reverential care he proceeded to tie them one at a time between her outstretched limbs and the posts. She lay, silent and serene as he deftly tied her. In his hands he held a final scarf and he kissed her tenderly on the lips before fastening it over her eyes.

Wondering what he would do next I kept watching, my arousal growing as I spied guiltily on her bound and helpless form. The man returned to his concealed cupboard and extracted a small wooden box that he took over to the bed. Taking his time, I assumed he was talking to her as he began to take objects from it. From my distant vantage point I couldn’t make out the objects and I briefly considered grabbing my binoculars to get a better view but I knew that if I moved they'd see me and the spell would be broken.

The man began to massage her breasts, rubbing and squeezing them. I could see clearly what he was doing as he pinched her nipple and pulled it, stretching her breast upwards. As he released it his other hand reached in and applied something metallic that I guessed had to be a clamp. Her back arched at the sensation as he squeezed and tugged on it, checking it was firmly fixed in place before repeating the process with her other nipple.

I maintained my position but began to rub my stirring cock through my trousers, enjoying the show. The next object he extracted from the box was clearly identifiable, a large purple vibrator. He fiddled with it, adjusting the settings until he found one that he was happy with and began to run it over her body. Starting at her neck, he moved the tip of the toy across her body, making her muscles tense so that she visibly pulled against her bindings. Working methodically, he worked down her body, circling her breasts with measured care before removing the clamps and applying the vibrating tip to her sensitised nipples, amplifying the sensations as blood flowed back into the tender flesh. Her back arched as intense sensations shot through her like a bolt of electricity.

The toy continued moving down until it reached the smooth flesh just above her thighs. He seemed to hesitate, bypassing the obvious target of her pussy, teasing and tickling her thighs instead. I smiled as she squirmed, pulling the scarves tight as she tried to wriggle away from his touch but failing. When he finally applied the toy to the slick entrance of her pussy I could almost hear her cry out as her thighs tried in vain to clamp tight around the purple shaft. He’d tied the scarves well and they held her legs immobile. She had no way of physically stopping him as he manoeuvred the toy until it slipped easily into her. With the toy ceaselessly vibrating inside her he stood up, kissed her on the lips and left the room. I watched, impressed at his discipline as he sat on the sofa and switched on the TV, leaving her writhing around the toy on the bed.

Turning from the cityscape I entered my apartment and went into the bedroom. Throwing open the curtains I flooded the room with bright light.

“You’ll never believe what I’ve just seen happening across the road, Kitten. It’s given me a few ideas and I’ll tell you all about it once I’ve released those bindings”

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If you enjoyed that, try my first book "A Taste of Erotica", a collection of 7 short stories. Available to download here:

Amazon:  A Taste of Erotica (on Amazon.com)

Amazon:  A Taste of Erotica (on Amazon UK)

Smashwords:  A Taste of Erotica (Smashwords)
Goodreads: A Taste of Erotica (Goodreads)

A Dominant start

A heady mixture of nerves and anticipation filled me as I walked towards the front door and reached for the doorbell. A distant chime rang out and I saw the hall light come on. I waited patiently, controlling my breathing as my heartbeat increased with each footstep I could hear approaching. The door opened and I was met with a broad smile.

“Hello Cam. It’s been far too long” She said, a subtle hint of Northern regions colouring the words “You’d better come in”

I stepped inside and she softly closed the door behind me. I took a moment to appraise her, taking in the heels, stockings and simple yet elegant dress before enveloping her in my arms and kissing her as if it were my last. The kiss held for an eternity, it was our first for a long time and took my breath away awakening senses my body had forgotten existed.  

“Evening kitten, it’s good to be back, that food smells delicious. Is it ready yet?” I asked

“No Sir” She said slipping instantly back to familiar ground “it will be another 20 minutes”

“20 minutes… I wonder how we can fill that”

I grinned broadly before pressing her back to the wall and kissing her again, this time with an added intensity. Our hands met and fingers entwined themselves briefly before I raised her arms above her head and grasped her wrists firmly in one hand, pinning her to the wall. My free hand explored her body, grasping her splendidly firm arse roughly then running a finger nail up the side of her dress and squeezing her boob. I felt her nipple harden against my palm through the thin linen of the dress.

“No underwear. Good girl, I approve”

She smiled at me, her beautiful face lit up and the twinkle in her eye drove the last hint of nerves from me. My body responded instantly and I felt adrenaline surging through my body driving the last vestiges of travel induced weariness from me and my blood pressure rising.  Keeping her hands pinned to the wall I found the zip on her dress and slowly moved it downwards, gazing into her eyes as I did. Her eyes darted nervously to the front door, it was part glazed and anyone coming to the door now would see us. The zip continued down until the material parted cleanly and fell open revealing her naked glory. Blood surged to my groin as I surveyed the delectable flesh that was mine to use as I saw fit. I released her hands and helped the dress to fall around her feet. Dressed only in stockings and heels Anne looked delicious and I was famished.

I took off my tie and wrapped it around one of her wrists then spun her slowly around so her arm was behind her and brought the other wrist to join it, binding them together gently but securely with the smooth silk.

“You looked away while I was undressing you. That’s rude and we don’t allow that sort of behaviour, do we?”

“No Sir, but I was concerned that someone would see...” she said

“That is my concern, not yours. When I am with you, I am the only thing that matters. You look me in the eyes and don’t concern yourself with anyone else. I can see you need a reminder”

Taking the free end of the tie I passed it between her thighs and pulled it upwards. The material pressed against her exposed pussy, finding its way between her pink fleshy lips as I tugged on it and pulling her wrists tight against her arse. I led her along the hallway using the tie as a guide, keeping it taught so it applied pressure to her clit as she walked. She looked nervous, I knew she didn’t like pain and didn’t enjoy being punished but the fear was combating arousal from being bound and the pressure on her clit.

The dining table was set for an intimate meal at one end but the rest was empty. Leading her to the table I eased the pressure on the tie and swapped hands, taking it from between her legs and slipping it off of one wrist.

“Lay across the table and spread your feet wide apart”

She didn’t question or protest and lay as instructed. I heard her gasp as her stomach and breasts pressed against the cold polished wood. Looping the tie around the table leg I bound her wrists again. She was now captive tied face down on the table with her head just reaching over one side and her perfect arse displayed beautifully on the other. Perfect.

I ran my hand across her back, feeling the tension in her muscles as she waited to see what I would do. She shivered as I traced the length of her spine, goosebumps racing down her arms and legs until I reached the smooth round flesh of her buttocks. Caressing them gently I squeezed them, enjoying the warm flesh in my hand before lifting my hand then slapping one cheek. She gasped as I struck again on the other cheek enjoying the sting of my palm and the ripple passing through her flesh as I spanked her. Something in the corner of my eye caught my attention and I paused, mid strike.

“Oh, now that looks interesting” I said, aware that she couldn’t see what I was looking at but not about to tell her. 

Sat on top of the piano in the corner was a riding crop. I picked it up and took a gentle swipe into my palm, testing the sensation. Standing behind her legs once more I touched the tip of the crop to her thigh and ran it across her flesh, enjoying watching her muscles tense as the leather pressed against her thighs and buttocks. I swiped it gently at first, enjoying the red line that briefly appeared on the pale flesh in response to the touch as much as the shocked yelp it elicited. The crop traced a line from her knee and up her inner thigh, slowly but not stopping until it was pressed against her pussy. It was tempting to hit it and see her reaction but just knowing it was there and that I could do it was enough for now.

“Now kitten, what will you remember to do next time?”

“Focus on you and only you, Sir”

“Good girl”

I walked around the table to stand by her head, unzipping my fly as I went and letting my cock spring free of the confined clothing. The sight of her nearly naked body bent over the table before me had left me fully engorged and my balls aching for release. I teased her buttock with the crop and she lifted her head to gasp, finding the swollen purple tip just inches from her open mouth as I thrust forward, filling it instantly. Her mouth was hot and her tongue adept at teasing my shaft as I used her mouth. Each swat of the crop on her buttocks caused a fresh gasp of hot air to escape her full mouth. The sensation of rushing hot air across my most sensitive flesh was exquisite and I struggled to control the pleasure filling my senses and to resist the urge to hit her more with the crop for the effect it had on me.

She sucked hard as I thrust into her mouth and I felt my balls tighten inexorably and the muscular tensing deep within me that was a precursor to orgasm. My thrusting stopped and my hands stilled as I let her tongue and the suction of her mouth finish me off. I leant on the table for support, bracing my arms either side of her. My buttocks clenched and my throbbing cock exploded inside her, pulsing again and again as she sucked and swallowed the contents of my aching balls, her tongue caressing the tip between spasms, cleaning it of the creamy fluid as it leaked from me. 

Removing the tie I released her arms and softly massaged her buttocks, kissing the red marks I’d left on her skin. Before pulling her upright and wrapping her I my arms, showering her lips and face with kisses.

“You are such a good girl kitten. Now that I’ve had my appetiser I think it must be time for food, although I have a specific dessert in mind for later…”

A heady mixture of nerves and anticipation filled me as I walked towards the front door and reached for the doorbell. A distant chime rang out and I saw the hall light come on. I waited patiently, controlling my breathing as my heartbeat increased with each footstep I could hear approaching. The door opened and I was met with a broad smile.

“Hello Cam. It’s been far too long” She said, a subtle hint of Northern regions colouring the words “You’d better come in”

I stepped inside and she softly closed the door behind me. I took a moment to appraise her, taking in the heels, stockings and simple yet elegant dress before enveloping her in my arms and kissing her as if it were my last. The kiss held for an eternity, it was our first for a long time and took my breath away awakening senses my body had forgotten existed.  

“Evening kitten, it’s good to be back, that food smells delicious. Is it ready yet?” I asked

“No Sir” She said slipping instantly back to familiar ground “it will be another 20 minutes”

“20 minutes… I wonder how we can fill that”

I grinned broadly before pressing her back to the wall and kissing her again, this time with an added intensity. Our hands met and fingers entwined themselves briefly before I raised her arms above her head and grasped her wrists firmly in one hand, pinning her to the wall. My free hand explored her body, grasping her splendidly firm arse roughly then running a finger nail up the side of her dress and squeezing her boob. I felt her nipple harden against my palm through the thin linen of the dress.

“No underwear. Good girl, I approve”

She smiled at me, her beautiful face lit up and the twinkle in her eye drove the last hint of nerves from me. My body responded instantly and I felt adrenaline surging through my body driving the last vestiges of travel induced weariness from me and my blood pressure rising.  Keeping her hands pinned to the wall I found the zip on her dress and slowly moved it downwards, gazing into her eyes as I did. Her eyes darted nervously to the front door, it was part glazed and anyone coming to the door now would see us. The zip continued down until the material parted cleanly and fell open revealing her naked glory. Blood surged to my groin as I surveyed the delectable flesh that was mine to use as I saw fit. I released her hands and helped the dress to fall around her feet. Dressed only in stockings and heels Anne looked delicious and I was famished.

I took off my tie and wrapped it around one of her wrists then spun her slowly around so her arm was behind her and brought the other wrist to join it, binding them together gently but securely with the smooth silk.

“You looked away while I was undressing you. That’s rude and we don’t allow that sort of behaviour, do we?”

“No Sir, but I was concerned that someone would see...” she said

“That is my concern, not yours. When I am with you, I am the only thing that matters. You look me in the eyes and don’t concern yourself with anyone else. I can see you need a reminder”

Taking the free end of the tie I passed it between her thighs and pulled it upwards. The material pressed against her exposed pussy, finding its way between her pink fleshy lips as I tugged on it and pulling her wrists tight against her arse. I led her along the hallway using the tie as a guide, keeping it taught so it applied pressure to her clit as she walked. She looked nervous, I knew she didn’t like pain and didn’t enjoy being punished but the fear was combating arousal from being bound and the pressure on her clit.

The dining table was set for an intimate meal at one end but the rest was empty. Leading her to the table I eased the pressure on the tie and swapped hands, taking it from between her legs and slipping it off of one wrist.

“Lay across the table and spread your feet wide apart”

She didn’t question or protest and lay as instructed. I heard her gasp as her stomach and breasts pressed against the cold polished wood. Looping the tie around the table leg I bound her wrists again. She was now captive tied face down on the table with her head just reaching over one side and her perfect arse displayed beautifully on the other. Perfect.

I ran my hand across her back, feeling the tension in her muscles as she waited to see what I would do. She shivered as I traced the length of her spine, goosebumps racing down her arms and legs until I reached the smooth round flesh of her buttocks. Caressing them gently I squeezed them, enjoying the warm flesh in my hand before lifting my hand then slapping one cheek. She gasped as I struck again on the other cheek enjoying the sting of my palm and the ripple passing through her flesh as I spanked her. Something in the corner of my eye caught my attention and I paused, mid strike.

“Oh, now that looks interesting” I said, aware that she couldn’t see what I was looking at but not about to tell her. 

Sat on top of the piano in the corner was a riding crop. I picked it up and took a gentle swipe into my palm, testing the sensation. Standing behind her legs once more I touched the tip of the crop to her thigh and ran it across her flesh, enjoying watching her muscles tense as the leather pressed against her thighs and buttocks. I swiped it gently at first, enjoying the red line that briefly appeared on the pale flesh in response to the touch as much as the shocked yelp it elicited. The crop traced a line from her knee and up her inner thigh, slowly but not stopping until it was pressed against her pussy. It was tempting to hit it and see her reaction but just knowing it was there and that I could do it was enough for now.

“Now kitten, what will you remember to do next time?”

“Focus on you and only you, Sir”

“Good girl”

I walked around the table to stand by her head, unzipping my fly as I went and letting my cock spring free of the confined clothing. The sight of her nearly naked body bent over the table before me had left me fully engorged and my balls aching for release. I teased her buttock with the crop and she lifted her head to gasp, finding the swollen purple tip just inches from her open mouth as I thrust forward, filling it instantly. Her mouth was hot and her tongue adept at teasing my shaft as I used her mouth. Each swat of the crop on her buttocks caused a fresh gasp of hot air to escape her full mouth. The sensation of rushing hot air across my most sensitive flesh was exquisite and I struggled to control the pleasure filling my senses and to resist the urge to hit her more with the crop for the effect it had on me.

She sucked hard as I thrust into her mouth and I felt my balls tighten inexorably and the muscular tensing deep within me that was a precursor to orgasm. My thrusting stopped and my hands stilled as I let her tongue and the suction of her mouth finish me off. I leant on the table for support, bracing my arms either side of her. My buttocks clenched and my throbbing cock exploded inside her, pulsing again and again as she sucked and swallowed the contents of my aching balls, her tongue caressing the tip between spasms, cleaning it of the creamy fluid as it leaked from me. 

Removing the tie I released her arms and softly massaged her buttocks, kissing the red marks I’d left on her skin. Before pulling her upright and wrapping her I my arms, showering her lips and face with kisses.

“You are such a good girl kitten. Now that I’ve had my appetiser I think it must be time for food, although I have a specific dessert in mind for later…”

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If you enjoyed that, try my first book "A Taste of Erotica", a collection of 7 short stories. Available to download here:

Amazon:  A Taste of Erotica (on Amazon.com)

Amazon:  A Taste of Erotica (on Amazon UK)

Smashwords:  A Taste of Erotica (Smashwords)
Goodreads: A Taste of Erotica (Goodreads)

Dirty fun

The tyres on the old Landrover thrummed noisily along the busy dual carriageway. Sally watched the faces of the drivers passing them, enjoying their disgust and grinning to herself. She knew that the car looked absurdly out of place on the busy road because it was caked in mud from the previous days cross country fun. It showed exactly what she'd been up to in it, or at least where she'd been; what she'd been doing was an entirely different matter. 

Her passenger today was the same as yesterday, her boyfriend Pete. She knew that he was grinning too, the car had that effect on both of them. It wasn't fast and handled like a barge but it had taken them on some great adventures into the wildest corners of the country.
 

"You know" He said "We really should clean this mud off"
 

"Why? I like it dirty" She replied smirking

"I know" he grinned "but we're leaving a trail of mud and the other drivers don't look happy". He pointed at the driver gesticulating as he passed.
 

"How is that my problem?" She asked
 

"it's not, but I'd love to see if we can break the car wash" He said "Besides, we need to cross that off our list"
 

The car veered towards the verge as she turned to look at him.
"Ooh, Interesting" she said "keep talking"
 

He placed a hand on her knee, and began moving it upwards as he spoke.
 

"I know it was fun getting dirty yesterday" He said. "But it could be just as much fun getting clean today."

His hand slipped beneath the hem of her skirt and continued along her thigh as she weighed up the decision, and he felt a familiar stirring sensation in his lap as his body responded to the feel of her legs: It was a common reaction and he loved the way her toned legs felt whether they were under his hand, wrapped around his waist, or over his shoulders.
 

"I suppose it is somewhere we haven't tried before" She said sounding doubtful as his fingers neared the top of her leg. "We'd have to be quick though"

"I don't think that will be a problem" He replied. His fingers reached the top of her leg but instead of the usual lacy lingerie they found smooth skin.

"Surprise" She said. "I was planning to find somewhere fun to play today and you've made up my mind about where and when"
 

"Excellent" he grinned “There’s one just ahead”.
 

As they neared the carwash Sally felt the familiar rush of adrenaline. It had been a long time since her first attempt at sex in a public place and she'd developed a taste for the thrill of finding some new location to use. Of course there had been some spectacular failures along the way but more often than not the sheer excitement made up for any calamities and she hadn't actually been caught - yet. The moment she decided on a new venue her arousal would start to smolder, drenching her panties and igniting a need that could only be resolved one way. Today was no different, as soon as Pete had suggested it, she had felt the familiar ball of nerves start to swell in her stomach as the butterflies took flight. Sally wriggled in her seat, aware that if she'd been wearing any underwear it would already be damp and at the same time grateful for the leather seats, a decision she'd been thankful for more than once.
 

As the Landrover stopped in front of the covered machinery of the car wash she turned to Pete. She was about to ask if he was going to pay when she noticed the obvious bulge in the front of his shorts.
 

"I won't ask you to walk then" She said "although it might be amusing to watch".
 

She winked as she dropped out of the door and headed to the kiosk to pay, returning a few minutes later armed with a code for the machine.
 

"I went for the longest program they have" She said "Only 8 minutes, but I think that should be enough this time. Now whip those shorts off and get ready while I drive in"
 

Pete didn't need any encouragement. By the time the engine had rattled into life his shorts were round his ankles and his hand was wrapped around his cock, gently stroking himself to ensure he was ready for her. Sally eased the car in between the big rollers, entering the required code as she went and stopped in the centre of the building. As the machinery started to whirl into life around them she slipped from behind the wheel and moved towards Pete. She looked hungrily at him, watching his hand stroke himself for a few seconds, something that never failed to excite her. She was tempted to lean over, take him in her mouth and suck him dry but the desire burning between her thighs called for something else. She needed him inside her as soon as possible.

She straddled him easily, one knee rammed hard against the door lining and the other beside the gear lever. Their lips met as she slowly lowered herself towards his cock. Pete opened his mouth and their tongues met at the same moment the lips of her wet pussy touched the iron hard tip of his aroused cock. As the brushes started to beat against the windows of the car she felt his hot shaft slipping inside her, filling her perfectly. She smiled into the kiss, closing her eyes with pleasure. Water sprayed against the windows and nylon brushes beat a staccato rythym on the bodywork, making the car shudder and vibrate under them. The movement only served to amplify Sally's arousal as the whole car turned into a vibrating shell around her. She pressed herself onto Pete,  grinding her pussy onto his cock as fast as she could, soaking in the sensations, the rest of the world forgotten for the moment.

Pete's hands grasped her buttocks in a vain attempt to slow her movements. He knew he wouldn't last long this time as he was so completely aroused, his cock was swollen almost impossibly hard and every movement sent a current of pleasure coursing through him so intense it bordered on pain. Realising that slowing her urgent motion was impossible, he moved his left hand inside her dress and explored upwards, stopping only when he felt her firm nipple slip between his fingers. He pinched the swollen bud between his fingers, squeezing her breast against his palm. Her pace faltered momentarily as she sighed at his touch.He felt her nipple respond, stiffening between his fingers as he continued to massage her breast. 

His right hand slipped across her arse, his fingers following the beautifully rounded curve of and easing down the cleft between her buttocks until his index finger reached the puckered flesh at it's centre and began to circle it. He felt her tense as she anticipated his actions but her motion didn't slow, if anything she began to press harder and faster into his lap, eager to climax before the machinery stopped and betrayed them. Pete felt his orgasm building rapidly inside him, his balls contracted, tightening between his thighs as they squeezed themselves, ready to empty their contents. His finger pressed against the tightly clenched muscle of her arse. As his climax built he pressed harder against her and the tip of his finger slipped inside, making her freeze, eyes opening wide as her pussy clenched around him like a third hand gripping him tightly as she inched closer to climax.

That was enough to push him over the edge and he felt the pressure in his groin surge uncontrollably as his cock convulsed inside her, pulsing it's milky fluid again and again. At the same time he pressed his finger deeper inside her tight little hole, filling her with new sensations as she felt him in both places at the same time. Sally felt the throbbing of his cock inside her and timed a last few movements perfectly so that tip of his still hard member hit just the right spot inside her to trigger her own orgasm and she buried her face in the nape of his neck to smother her cries as she came in a shuddering motion on top of him.

Outside, the rollers withdrew from the car and hot air started to blow across the outside, driving the water from the windows. Sally eased herself off of Pete's lap and back behind the wheel of the car. She cast a glance at Pete as she started the engine and began to drive off, he was sat still with his eyes closed, his slowly deflating cock covered in their glistening juices. She wondered if she should remind him to pull up his shorts but decided she'd rather he didn't just yet and pulled out of the car wash and eased back into the traffic.

Where next, she wondered.

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Her First Test

Anya knelt, still and quiet. She wore suspenders, stockings and a blindfold. 
A deep male voice from behind her said.

“Be a good girl. Don’t move or make a sound” 

She heard footsteps as he walked slowly around her, his footsteps echoing on the hard wooden floor. A hand touched her shoulder lightly and slid down to her breast cupping it gently. His fingers strayed to her nipple and pinched it hard. Anya knew better than to make a sound and suppressed the gasp that tried to escape her lips.

“Excellent” he whispered in her ear.

The footsteps receded and she strained to hear where he was. The sound of a door a few minutes later suggested he had left… but for how long? Anya knew better than to relax. The floor was cold and hard on her knees but she wouldn’t move, not this time.

She heard the door again. No foot steps yet though. She waited, still and silent. Was that breathing she could hear? She wasn’t sure and strained to hear, inclining her head slightly to the left.

A line of hot pain appeared across her naked buttocks accompanied by the unmistakable crack of a cane on her flesh.

“I said not to move”

“Sorry mast…”

The pain flared again as the cane lashed across her buttocks once more.

“I also said not to make any noise”

Again the cane slapped across her arse raising a fresh welt. This time she remained impassive. The cane bit again. Four bright red stripes evident across her cheeks.

“Good girl. That’s much better. Now, open your mouth.”

Anya did as instructed and opened her mouth. She felt the cane gently touch her bum. It traced a line up her back and onto her shoulder before slowly moving down her chest. It paused on her breasts, lightly tapping her nipples which responded the only way they knew how, becoming as hard as the cane that was touching them.
The tip of the cane paused in her cleavage before descending across her smooth flat stomach and tracing the outline of where her pubic hair would be if she hadn’t carefully shaved it this morning. 

The cane passed lightly over her pussy before passing between her legs, sliding across her inner thigh for what felt like forever. It stopped then changed direction, moving upwards, passing into the cleft of her wet cunt. The cane was pulled.. it’s length pressing against her clit as it slid through her. The friction caused by the motion was hot on her lips initially but she was so wet it soon slid effortlessly, only the pressure on her clit betraying the fact it was still moving.

She still knelt immobile, mouth wide open, her senses heightened by the blindfold induced darkness. The pleasure was almost too much for her to bear.

As the cane disappeared her senses strained to work out what was coming next.

She felt something lightly touch her lips, the scent was unmistakable and it was all she could do not to move. His cock circled her mouth, the tip passing over her lips tracing the outline of her mouth, teasing her.

“Very good” he said
“You may swallow”

With that he thrust his cock onto her mouth. She took it hungrily, deep into her throat and did her best to remain still as he thrust again and again into her mouth. Reaching down he grasped her tits roughly and squeezed her nipples hard as his cock started to twitch in response to the actions of her tongue and the suction of her hungry mouth.

His cum slammed into the back of her throat and she swallowed it all unhesitatingly as his cock spasmed in her mouth, his balls emptying themselves into her.

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A lesson in time

The old man sat quietly on the park bench. It was a beautiful sunny day and he was leisurely eating his way through a sandwich that had been carefully wrapped in greaseproof paper. He ate slowly at the pace of a man who had all the time in the world to enjoy the warm sunshine and watch the world race past him.

As he ate he cast his eyes over the park around him, focussing on nothing in particular but seeing everything. A movement at the edge of the shady grassed area in front of him caught his eye. A young couple were walking silently from the bushes and heading towards the path that passed his bench. The man was well dressed, looked to be in his early twenties and had a relaxed but confident air about him. He smiled as he walked. She was walking a pace behind him, her head cast downwards and smiling serenely. As they drew near it was evident that the young woman was wearing a coat that seemed far too warm for the weather. It was tightly closed from neck to hem as it would be on a cold winters day and looked out of place on such a warm day. The old man gazed curiously at the couple, the hint of a smile began to form at the corners of his mouth as he spotted the scarlet leather collar around the woman’s neck. The couple paused when they reached the path and the man whispered something in her ear that caused her cheeks to flush and a brief flash of fear to flit across her face. She glanced around quickly, seemingly assessing the number of people around before once more looking down at the ground. He whispered something else to her and then, taking her hand, led her towards the bench opposite the old man.

When they reached the bench the young man sat down in the centre of the seat and patted the space beside him whilst looking up into the woman’s face. They were close enough now, barely 6 feet across the path, that their voices were clear and easily heard in the quiet surroundings.

“Sit beside me” the young man said

The girl sat quickly, pressing her knees firmly together and resting her hands in her lap.

“You must be hot. Undo your coat” he said quietly but with a firm undertone that implied it was more than a suggestion.

The girl untied the belt that cinched the coat around her and fumbled with nervous fingers to undo the buttons securing it. Releasing the last button her hands returned to her lap. Her coat had fallen open across her chest revealing her cleavage but remained closed. A sparkle appeared in the old man’s eyes, his lunchtime view was improving by the minute.

“Now stand up and face me”

The girl stood, holding her coat together as she did so and turned to face the young man.

“Take it off” he instructed

“But I can’t. We’re not alone” She protested

“I wasn’t asking. Take it off. Now.”

The girl hesitated, clearly nervous and unsure what to do. She bit her lip nervously and stood still like a rabbit caught in the glare of his eyes.

“I won’t say it again. Now.” His voice was the texture of velvet wrapped around an iron bar.

Slowly, reluctantly, she removed her coat and handed it to him. The old man could see why she’d been reluctant now. Apart from the collar around her neck she was naked. Her skin was pale and unblemished, her breasts were small but her nipples were swollen and flushed almost scarlet.

“Better. That wasn’t so hard now was it.” He said “I’m going to give you a choice about what happens next. Since you hesitated and balked when I gave you an instruction you must be punished. Would you like to remain naked while we walk back to the apartment or be spanked here and now?”

The girl almost blurted a response but thought better of it. “I’d like to be spanked now” She said, adding 

“Please sir” as an afterthought.

“Good choice. Turn to face the lake and hold your ankles”

She turned through 90 degrees and bent at the waist, extending her hands down to her ankles. As she turned the old man could see that her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment at being so exposed in such a public venue. He watched with interest as the younger man stood beside her and raised his hand briefly before delivering a hard slap to her buttock. She yelped in surprise.

“Quiet. Every time you make a noise I start again”

She clamped her lips tight as the young man’s hand repeatedly struck her exposed arse. A dozen strokes left her buttocks glowing pink in stark contrast to the pale flesh of the girls thighs.

“Good girl. You can put your coat on again now.” He said “Today’s lesson is over.”

The girl slipped her coat on, trying not to hurry and refastened it again, hiding her body away once more. Moving slowly, the young couple resumed their walk along the path and back towards the edge of the park. She no longer walked behind him but was beside him, her hand entwined in his.

Watching them go the old man shredded the last piece of crust from his sandwich and threw it onto the grass where it was instantly swamped by the ever present pigeons. He stood and turned in the opposite direction, heading for his home. Five short minutes later he entered his front door and closed it softly behind him.

“I’m home” He said loudly as he climbed the stairs. “You’ll never guess what I’ve just seen, it really took me back to our younger days. Let me loosen those knots and I’ll tell you all about it as I massage some life back into your arms”

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If you enjoyed that, try my first book "A Taste of Erotica", a collection of 7 short stories. Available to download here:

Amazon:  A Taste of Erotica (on Amazon.com)

Amazon:  A Taste of Erotica (on Amazon UK)

Smashwords:  A Taste of Erotica (Smashwords)

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