Текст книги "Take Me There: A Collection of Short Erotic Reads"

Автор книги: Jessica Ingro

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CAT AND MOUSE

ONE

Saturday, July 8 th

The sun beat down heavily on me as I sat out on the patio. I wiped the sweat beading on my brow and took a sip of the ice cold lemonade. Sitting back in my chair, I crossed my legs and pressed my thighs together at the sight before me.

The man cleaning my pool that afternoon was eye candy of the finest variety. He had dark blonde hair, cut short and worn in a trendy yet messy style. His eyes were as crystal blue as the water in the pool. And he was tall—at least six foot four.

With each movement of his arms, his biceps flexed and strained against his tight t-shirt. His khaki shorts hung just right off his hips, allowing me to see his sexy “V” whenever his shirt rode up.

Fishing an ice cube out of my glass, I slowly brought it to my mouth, sucking on it before trailing it over my heated skin.

The man’s eyes watched as I slowly moved the ice down my neck and over my collarbone, before sweeping it down my cleavage. I dropped the sliver of ice that remained into the top of my bikini to cool myself off. His face grew dark as my nipples tightened from the coolness of the liquid.

Who knew pool cleaning could be such an aphrodisiac?

My mouth hung open when the man reached behind his shoulders and pulled his t-shirt up over his head, revealing a tanned and toned chest. Drool collected at the corners of my mouth as my eyes drifted lower, spending some time at his happy trail before dipping down even lower to the front of his shorts.

Good lord he was hung if the size of the bulge pressing against the material was anything to go by.

I took another gulp of lemonade when he turned back to his task, leaving me all hot and bothered without even saying a word.

All too soon, he began packing up to leave. I shook myself from my daydream of being spread out on a pool lounger with him between my legs, licking my pussy with a strong and highly skilled tongue.

I wanted his attention. For him to say something to me. Make contact of some kind. I was practically begging for it, and that wasn’t how I usually rolled. Apparently his playing hard to get was a bigger turn on for me than I had counted on.

Before I knew it, he was exiting the backyard through the side gate, leaving me squirming in my seat. My imagination had always been a vivid one, and it being in overdrive, thanks to the pool boy, had me aroused beyond belief.

Knowing I was alone, I lifted my foot and set it on the edge of lounger next to mine, opening myself up to slip my hand under my bikini bottom. Finding my clit swollen and achy, I rubbed circles around it, only stopping long enough to dip my finger inside my pussy, then spread my wetness up around my clit. Within minutes, visions of my hot, sexy pool cleaner had me coming in a blinding rush.

*****

Later that evening, I was cleaning the kitchen when I felt a strange vibe. Almost like I was being watched. It made the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and a chill crawl up my spine.

Folding the towel I’d been holding, I set it on the sink and looked out the window. Night had fallen making it harder to see outside, so I reached over and shut off the light, plunging the room into darkness. Leaning forward, I peered out into the backyard but didn’t see anything unusual.

Shrugging the sensation off, I padded on bare feet into the living room and sat down in front of the television. When none of the local stations had anything substantial on, I turned it to one of the premium adult channels. No one knew I subscribed to them, and I liked it that way. They were a dirty little secret of mine and gave me great visualizations for my nightly masturbation.

On the screen right then were two girls—one blonde, one brunette—wearing nothing but their underwear. They were up on their knees touching when one leaned forward and kissed the other. The blonde ran her hands up the brunette’s body until she was cupping her breasts, her thumbs rubbing against the brunette’s hard nipples.

The girls on the screen were naked in no time, kissing and rubbing against each other. Their moans filtered through the speakers, making me press my thighs together in anticipation. My lips parted and my breathing became shallow while watching the erotica they were performing.

When the brunette began sucking the blonde’s fat pink nipples and fucking her with her hand, I slid my own hand down and pulled my skirt up to my waist, so I could cup my mound and ease some of the ache that had built there.

“God that’s hot.” I thrummed my nipples through my bra as the blonde moved down between the other girl’s legs and spread her pussy lips open with her fingers.

The hand cupping my mound moved further south, and I felt my pussy through the damp material. Just the slightest graze of my fingertips against my clit had it pulsing. The wet sounds and moaning from the screen compelled me to pull my panties down to my ankles and spread my legs as wide as they would go on the coffee table.

With one hand on my nipple, I ran a finger from my other hand through my slick, swollen lips. I was so wet and my clit was throbbing so hard with the need to be touched.

“Don’t stop… faster,” was being chanted on the screen as I pumped a finger in and out of my pussy in hard, swift movements. What I wouldn’t have given at that moment to have a nice, hard cock to give me a good pounding, and a stiff, wet tongue flicking against my nipples instead of just my own fingers.

My knees fell open wider as my hips raised, allowing my fingers to slide in even deeper.

The brunette on the screen was coming now. Her belly was undulating and her thighs trembling. When she finally recovered, she reached into a side drawer and pulled out a large, black dildo. She turned to the blonde, who was now on her back, legs spread and her finger rubbing her clit, and shoved it into the her mouth,

With the dildo now lubed, the brunette climbed between the blonde’s legs, teasing her with the tip of the cock against her opening.

“Do it. Fuck me,” the blonde whimpered. The brunette obliged, working that thick, fucking cock between the blonde’s pink, swollen lips. The camera zoomed in as the blonde cried out at the invasion. You could see just how stretched to the max she was.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned.

Watching her writhe on the bed and take each hard thrust from the dildo, I felt empty. Too empty.

I stood and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I kicked it along with my panties off to the side, removed my shirt and bra, and ran up the stairs to my bedroom where I found my own giant dildo.

Back in the living room, I licked the suction cup on the dildo and stuck it to the floor in front of the television. I copied the girls in the movie and sucked it into my mouth, spreading my spit over the thick, hard rubber.

I straddled the dildo and eased myself down until it was buried deep inside my pussy. Lifting up and slamming down again, I fucked myself in time to the blonde getting screwed on the screen.

“Come for me,” the brunette encouraged.

“Harder,” the blonde whimpered.

I slipped my finger between my parted lips and sucked, swirling my tongue around it before using it to flick my pebbled nipple. My other hand went between my legs to circle my clit.

“Oh now! I’m coming now!” The blonde shouted as her pussy sucked at the dildo, convulsing as the camera moved in for a close up. You could see her wet cream coating the black rubber.

It was enough to set me off. The ball of tension that had been building in my core snapped violently. I fell forward on my hands, my hips still pumping up and down as I prolonged my orgasm as long as my body could take.

When I was down to just fine tremors, I sank down on the cock again and rotated my hips, wringing one last mini-orgasm from my body.

I reached out and flicked off the television, so thoroughly worked over that all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and crash. The cock slid from my pussy, and I sighed as it rubbed against my still sensitive tissues.

I was bending over to release the suction, when I felt it again. That strange sensation that someone was watching me. I pulled the chain on the lamp to turn off the light and crept over to the window.

Yet again, nothing appeared out of the ordinary in the backyard. I turned to grab my clothes off the floor when I saw it, a bush rustling and then a strange shadow passing by the gate.

My heart rate kicked up at the sight, and a scream stuck in my throat. It happened so fast, I wasn’t sure if it was a person or an animal I had just seen. Knowing I was out in the country had me hoping that it was just a bear or a deer.

All the doors were locked and whatever it was had disappeared, so I shook my head and willed myself to calm down. I had to have been imagining things, and if I wasn’t then someone had sure just gotten one hell of a show.

TWO

Saturday, July 15th

“Your pool boy is downright delicious,” my friend Becky whispered from her perch on the lounger next to mine.

Sitting in our spots by the pool, we watched the same hot man from the week before as he skimmed the leaves. Just as last time, the view was stellar—all tanned skin and rippling muscles.

Becky and I met over the Internet in a chat room for photographers a few months before. We had only hung out a handful of times, and this was her first time at my home. She picked a perfect day to visit.

That day the man wore a pair of blue and white checkered shorts that hugged his tight tush and cupped his impressive bulge. His long muscular legs were evident beneath the fabric, and his toned chest was on display seeing as how he took his shirt off the moment he saw us sitting there. Waiting.

Yes, I will admit that I was waiting for him to show up. Waiting for him to get my pussy slick just from a look. His face was permanently burned behind my eyelids, perfect for whenever I needed good material for getting off. In the last week, I had come up with at least a dozen unique scenarios involving my new eye candy.

“Isn’t he?”

“Where did you find him?” She pulled her sunglasses down her nose to get a better look.

“I don’t know. Got lucky I guess.” I shrugged my shoulders and avoided answering her.

The minutes ticked on as we watched the show he was putting on for us; the way he bent over further than necessary, the extra flex or two of his muscles.

I convinced myself he liked all the extra attention. That he was loving the way our eyes devoured every inch of what we saw, while hoping to get a glimpse of the inches we couldn’t.

“Do you see the way he’s surreptitiously watching us?” I asked.

She hummed her concurrence.

“Want to give him a show?” I quirked my eyebrow and silently dared her to say yes.

“What do you have in mind?” The gleam in her eyes matched my excitement.

Rather than answering her with words, I stood up and untied my bikini top, tossing it on the lounger behind me. Becky gasped at my fully exposed tits. My nipples were pointing straight at her, begging for attention.

Next came the strings on the side of my bikini bottoms. The triangles of material fell to the ground, leaving me completely naked.

A strangled sound came from across the patio, but I only had eyes for the redheaded woman in front of me.

Kneeling between her legs, I lowered onto my hands until I was on all fours above her. She stared up at me with desire. Her eyes were dark with lust.

“Suck my tit,” I whispered.

Becky immediately obeyed. Lifting her head, she traced my extended nipple with her tongue, flicking it back and forth in a torturous rhythm. Driving me out of my mind, she finally took it between her teeth, biting down.

My hand flew out and gripped her head, holding her to my breast. My folds became slick with need as she lavished each breast in turn.

“Take your top off,” I whispered. I was secretly loving being in control of this encounter with Becky. She was just so damn responsive.

Becky released me and pulled her bikini top over her head. Her nipples were fat, thick points. I licked one, tasting her salty skin, before lying back on the lounger and spreading my legs in invitation.

Becky crawled up my body and kissed me hungrily. Our nipples rubbed together as our sweaty bodies moved back and forth. I rubbed my naked pussy against her covered one, seeking friction. She slipped her hand between us, and plunged two fingers inside me.

“Yes!” I screamed as she fucked me.

The guy cleaning the pool was a distant memory as Becky and I played with each other. He might have been watching or he might have been oblivious for all I knew. The idea that he was most likely hard thanks to our erotic performance definitely served to ramp up my excitement.

“Lick me. God, Becky. I need your tongue. Lick me,” I begged when her fingers just weren’t enough.

She kissed down my body and positioned herself between my thighs. Her fingers worked at a fast-paced rhythm as her tongue flicked against my clit.

“That’s it, baby,” I told her while running my fingers through her hair. My eyes were squeezed shut. Her fingers were twisting inside me, hitting a spot that made my toes curl. “Suck it. Make me come.”

And she did. Holy hell, she sucked my clit so hard I saw stars! They were huge explosions behind my eyelids.

My legs stiffened. My hands had a tight lock on her head. My back bowed. And I cried out so loudly that I would have been embarrassed had my closest neighbor not lived five miles down the road.

“You taste good,” Becky said as she wiped my juices from her lips and gave me a saucy grin. “My turn.”

She leaned back on her hip and slipped her bikini bottom off, twirling it around her finger and throwing it onto my chair.

With her knees on either side of my head as I lay flat on my back, she lowered herself over my face, hovering over my mouth. My hands gripped her ass and pulled her closer so my tongue could snake out and take its first taste of her.

I stiffened my tongue and fucked her tight little pussy while her fingers plucked at her nipples. She writhed and ground on my face as I ate her with fervor.

“Oh, yeah, sweetie. Stroke that hard cock,” she muttered from above me, and I knew she was talking about the pool boy. The realization that he was pleasuring himself was so stimulating that I found my tongue in overdrive as I imagined what we must have looked like. Me with my head between Becky’s legs, him with his hand between his.

My fingers dug into her firm ass and pulled her down even further so I could suck more of her flesh into my mouth. Within minutes, she tensed above me, and I felt her pussy convulsing on my tongue. Her juices flooded my face so quickly, I had to work fast to lap them all up.

Becky lifted off my face and moved down my body. “Look at him,” she whispered in my ear.

I lifted myself up on my elbows and looked to my left. He was still stroking himself. The red tip of his cock playing peek-a-boo in his hand. With a grunt he came. His cock like a geyser, shooting cum onto his stomach and all over his hand.

Without saying a word, he picked his shirt up off the ground and wiped the cum from his body. Once he put all the pool supplies back where they belonged, he left through the side gate, leaving me confounded as to why he didn’t approach us. I thought for sure our little show would have finally gotten him to make his move.

“I sure am glad I came over today,” Becky said with a satisfied sigh from her place beside me on the lounger.

Diverting my attention from the closed gate back to her, I smirked. “Me too. You seem to have perfected that little move you did with your tongue.”

This wasn’t my first time with Becky. The second time we had dinner together, we ended up at a bluff overlooking the valley below with a view of all the twinkling lights of the hustle and bustle. One thing led to another and I found myself sitting on top of a wooden fence while she ate my pussy.

The next time we hooked up, we took turns coming on a rubber strap-on that was hung like a damn horse. Ours was a friendship based not only on our mutual career paths, but also our mutual enjoyment of fucking and coming.

“Practiced on my boss.” She winked and giggled.

“I don’t even want to know. I’m thinking a wine slushy sounds good. What do you say?” I sat up on the chair and lifted my eyebrow in question.

“I say lead the way.”

THREE

Saturday, July 22nd

The little girl ran through the tulips in my garden, giggling as I snapped shot after shot of her. Her mother stood off to the side making funny faces, keeping the momentum going for this photoshoot.

These were the days that I loved my job—when I could capture the pure joy of being a child or even the sweetest moments of an adult’s life. Seeing the world through someone else’s eyes was a privilege I held dear to my heart. I was honored to be able to help tell someone’s story through my pictures.

“Caitlyn!” Suzie shouted when the girl made a beeline towards the woods that bordered my home. She ran after the girl, scooping her up in her arms and twirling her around.

As I watched the two of them together, my heart panged a little; it was such an intimate moment between a mother and daughter. I brought the camera to my face and began snapping shots of them together. I decided I’d give them to Suzie as a special thank you for using me for every special event in her and her husband’s lives since the day they said, “I do.”

Lowering the camera, my eyes caught on something in the distance. Training the lens on the west side of the property, my breath caught when I saw the pool boy was getting his supplies out of my small pool house, which was really more of a shed than a house.

He looked yummy.

Thanks to the cold front that had come in, instead of his typical shorts he had on a pair of jeans that looked like they were made for him. The way they molded to every muscle in his lower body made my mouth water.

Not even thinking about it, I pressed the shutter button making it go off in quick bursts, taking picture after picture of his every move. It was like he was casting a spell over me through the lens. I couldn’t look away, and I couldn’t seem to stop taking his picture. It felt as though we were the only two people there as the world seemed to melt away.

I jumped slightly when Suzie joined me, saying, “Wow. He’s quite the looker. Isn’t he?”

“You have no idea,” I muttered from behind the lens. The spell was broken, and I lowered the camera, casting a smile at Suzie. If only she had seen his dick the week before when he pleasured himself on my patio. I had gotten myself off to that visual more times than I cared to admit.

“You look like you’re ready to eat him for dessert,” she teased, as Caitlyn picked tiny purple flowers growing in the grass in front of us.

“I wouldn’t mind,” I said under my breath but she still heard me. Laughing, she bumped me with her shoulder.

“Do you think you got enough shots of Little Miss here? It’s almost nap time. I’m hoping she sleeps on the way home.”

“Yeah. We’re good. I should have the proofs ready for you to look at by the end of next week. Will that work?”

“Sure thing. Thanks again.” Suzie gave me a quick hug before picking up her daughter to say goodbye.

“Bye, Caitlyn.” I stuck one of her flowers in the curls behind her ear.

“Bye, Emily.” She wrapped her tiny hands around my neck and squeezed. God, she was adorable.

I walked the two of them out to Suzie’s car in the driveway and waved as they drove away. Turning on my heel, I headed into the house and straight to the kitchen. Getting a glass of water, I stood in front of the French doors overlooking the pool and watched the man performing his chores.

It was amazing to me that something as mundane and innocent as watching him clean a pool seemed to get me in the mood. Then again, a lot of things had been getting me in the mood lately. It was as if a persistent ache had set up shop between my legs and nothing I did could satisfy it.

My heart started racing when he began making long strides towards the door where I was standing. This was new. We didn’t usually converse, even if I had been trying to draw him out of his hole to come play.

Maybe he finally wanted to talk to me after the shows we had put on for each other last week. If he propositioned me, I would jump on his pole so fast his head would spin. It was one of the many scenarios I had fantasized about recently.

Please let him be heading this way to tell me that he wants to rip my clothes off and fuck me until I can’t see straight.

His woodsy scent floated in on the breeze, and my nose itched to bury itself in his chest and inhale deeply.

“Are there any more bottles of chlorine?” His deep, gravelly voice washed over me and my skin broke out in goosebumps. It was the kind of voice that made a woman want to lie back and spread her legs. I know this because that was the exact reaction I had from hearing those seven simple words leave his mouth.

“Chlorine?” My voice was breathy as I stared in awe at his sheer, raw masculine beauty. He was so much more up close than I had pictured.

His mouth quirked in an amused smirk. “Yeah. Chlorine.”

Shaking myself from my stupor, I said, “There’s some in the garage.”

He put his hand on my arm when I moved towards the door leading out to the garage in order to show him where they were. It felt like a hot brand on my skin that I never wanted to fade.

“I’ll take care of it.”

“Okay,” I breathed. His eyes had locked on mine, and I found myself losing all rational thought as he drew me in with that same crazy spell from earlier. It was like a hot guy tractor beam reeling me in. I was powerless against it.

With one last smirk, he was gone. I watched dumbly as he entered the garage, located the box of chlorine and came back. The view of his ass in those jeans as he strutted past me and out towards the pool was utter perfection.

Needing to take the edge off from the encounter, I raced upstairs to my bedroom window. Peering through the set of French doors that opened up onto my balcony, I opened my jeans and slid my hand inside.

When I finally came with a groan, it was to visions of his cock pounding inside me and his gravelly voice in my ear.

*****

A few hours later, the sun was just beginning to set, its rays peeking through the trees surrounding the house. I sat in the living room reading a book when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed someone in my backyard.

Instantly rattled, I sat stock still in my chair and pretended to be reading while trying to scope out the situation.

From my current angle, I couldn’t tell who was back there.

Was it a neighbor? Highly unlikely but still a slight possibility.

I prayed it wasn’t a crazy serial killer. The doors might have been locked, but there were always other ways to get inside a house, and I was very much alone all the way out here.

Leaning forward in my seat to grab my glass of water, I used the change in position to get a better look. My breath caught when I realized it was the pool boy. He leaned a shoulder against the trunk of an oak tree, his ankles crossed as he stared at my house. Or more specifically into the room where I was sitting.

Holy shit.

What was he doing there?

Shit. Was he a psychopath? Or was he here to finish the little game we had been playing?

The first option was too scary to comprehend, so in the sanctuary of my home, and in the interest of keeping my sanity, I chose to believe it was the second.

Ignorance is bliss.

Scooting forward in my seat, I continued to read my book with one eye while studying the man with my other. My heart raced as adrenaline pumped through my veins. I felt lightheaded and a little sick to my stomach. Nerves always did that to me.

The whole time I was watching him, he never moved. He was like a statue out there; just when I was beginning to think he was a hardcore creeper, he finally moved to stroke the bulge in his jeans. His movements were slow and methodical, like he had all the time in the world.

Heat rushed over me. My skin prickled with it. My breasts swelled in my bra and a dull ache set up shop inside my pussy.

Without giving it a thought, I stood and walked over to the window in front of where he stood. I was like a moth drawn to a flame. There was no keeping me away from him, even if he was a psychopath.

His posture straightened and his hand dropped from his groin when he realized I could see him there. My initial instinct was that he would leave, but thankfully he stayed and watched me with an intensity that made my insides burn.

The glass barrier of the window made me feel brave and safer than I probably should have. That’s why I stripped down to my birthday suit and did a slow twirl for him. Back at the point where I started from, I saw he now had his jeans undone and his hand stuffed into the front of his pants.

Turning to the side, I plucked at my nipples, arching my spine and letting my head fall back between my shoulders. The blonde strands of my hair swished against the skin on my back as I tormented myself. Each twist and pull sent a bolt of electricity to my pussy, which was now full on throbbing.

I shifted my head to the window and discovered the man now had his cock in his hand. He pumped his length in slow and languid movements.

That wouldn’t do.

I wanted him to be wild. Crazed with passion and want. For me.

Facing the window again, I ran my hands teasingly down the front of my body, straight to where I needed them the most.

My left hand spread my lips open while my right one circled my clit. There was no slow build up for me. No, I was in a rush to show this guy what he did to me. How on edge he had been making me.

The more my pleasure grew, the faster his hand worked up and down his shaft. His face contorted with what I assumed was the pain of holding back his release. I imagined him grunting and groaning as he worked himself over, my name passing his lips.

It was enough to send me over the edge. My palm smacked on the glass and my body convulsed under the force of an exquisite orgasm.

Through my haze of pleasure, I watched in fascination as the man came in thick spurts that landed on the ground at his feet.

Even in my lust-induced stupor, I was beginning to wonder how and when this unhealthy game between us was going to end. I was becoming far too curious for my own good.