101 EROTICA STORIES (26 page)

Dropping his head, James placed soft kisses trailing across her shoulder and up her neck before placing a lingering kiss against her temple. Lou smiled blissfully as she felt his arms wrap around her sweat-slicked form.

“I’m definitely coming back here when I’m in the mood for fun,” she said with a low chuckle.

“Why wait?” he asked with a smirk. “We still have half a bottle of champagne to play with.”

“I think I need to go back out there,” Lou said after a taking a steadying breath. “I am supposed to be working after all.”

“I doubt those sticks missed you,” James tried to quip, not quite ready for her to leave just yet. In fact, he was quite certain that if given just a few more minutes, he would be ready to go for a few more rounds with her. He definitely wasn’t in a rush to have their bodies lose contact, let alone have her leave his sight.

She moaned as his hands travelled up and down her sides, making his cock twitch within her at the sound. He was starting to grow hard again, a smirk finding its way to his lips in thinking that it could convince her to stay a bit longer.

His smirk fell into a scowl however when she actually managed to push him away, effectively making him pull out of the warm confines of her honeyed depths. “You’re a stronger woman than I ever took you for,” he mused.

“I feel sticky,” she said, pressing her fingers against her torso. “Do you have anything to help me clean up?”

James nodded, wordlessly moving behind the bar. His head disappeared under the counter as he fished for a clean towel. His eyes darkened with lust at the sight he was treated to once he stood right back up. Lou was bent over, her sweet round ass up in the air, as she picked up her discarded pieces of clothing.

As stealthily as possible, he made his way over to her, a huge hand palming her behind, earning a shriek that had him chuckling. “It was too tempting not too,” he said with an easy smile before handing over the towel that he had run under water to help her get cleaned up.

They stood in the middle of the VIP section – her running the damp cloth over her skin to get rid of the sticky residue from the champagne and the sweat of sex, him looking on appreciatively as each pass of the towel reminded him of what her skin felt like under his touch. To anyone who would have come upon the sight, it would have been odd and definitely scandalous, but the two were seemingly very comfortable in their state of nakedness hidden in a private part of the bar.

“If you’re agency plans on throwing any more parties,” James began to say as he began gathering his own discarded clothes. “Make sure this place is on top of the list of options.”

“Can you guarantee that I’ll be having this much fun every time?” Lou asked, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. She may have played coy at the beginning, but there was no denying that he was an attractive guy. Add how she had gotten a taste of what he had to offer, and she could say that she was already craving for more.

“I should tell you that I have this collection of rare wines and champagnes,” he said confidently. “I’ve been looking for a reason to pop the cork on some of them.”

“That sounds promising,” she mused, clasping the last button on her blouse.

His hand came up when she started to gather her hair up, no doubt looking to put it up in that boring ponytail from earlier. “Keep it down,” James said, his voice barely above a whisper. He pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “You look better with it down.” Seeing the lustful gleam in her eyes when he pulled away had put the ever present smirk back on his lips. “Now go before I decide to rip your clothes off again.”

***

“Lou!”

The agent winced at the piercing sound of several voices shouting her name when she wasn’t even two feet away from them, but quickly put on a smile to keep up with appearances. Judging by the glassy looks in their eyes, the three models in front of her had their fair share of alcoholic drinks already.

“Where have you been? We’ve been looking all over for you.”

“I wasn’t feeling really good,” she said, lying through her teeth. “I found my way into an empty lounge and just relaxed until my stomach calmed down.”

“You know what I think?”

Lou rolled her eyes playfully at the brunette that had spoken, knowing that she was going to be privy to another theory that didn’t quite make sense.

“I think you just need to get laid. Get the sickness fucked right out of you.”

She had to laugh at the incredulity of the idea, even more so when the other two girls actually agreed and began scanning the crowd for a guy to potentially send her off with.

“How about that one?”

I’m Keith. For several weeks, I have been fantasizing about my brother Peter’s babysitter. Her name is Nancy Walters. She’s been with us for almost a few months already. I never really noticed her at first because she’s the quiet type and she’s wearing a pair of thick milk glasses. Her hair was usually caught in a tight bun and she was always wearing baggy clothes. Truth be told, her style was not totally my type. All I know was that, she has this huge lips and a slight under bite which I find really irresistible.

It was only a weeks ago when we saw her transform. She has a new boyfriend, she said. Since then, she dressed a lot better and cooler. Her hair was no longer in a bun, in fact she grew it longer and changed her hair colour from brown to chestnut. She no longer wears her thick glasses. Instead, she opted for contact lenses that reveal her eyes. Plus, she no longer wears baggy clothes anymore.

It was the first time I saw her look so good and since then, I was not able to get her off my mind. Perhaps her best feature next to her lips is her ass that I long to get a handful of. I have dated plenty of girls in the past. However, I find them all too easy. Nancy is different. In fact, she does not pay me any attention. Maybe that’s why I am so attracted to her. She’s a challenge. She can be feisty and has a temper too, at least when it comes to me. When it comes to my mom or my brother, she’s very amicable and sweet. I wonder why she hates me a lot.

What I like most about her is that she’s opinionated and she’s not afraid to speak her mind. I’m kidding of course. What I like most about her is her body.  I saw glimpses of this when the entire family went swimming last Tuesday. She was wearing this bright pink swimsuit that showcased her long legs and her breasts to perfection. When she went out of the water and she was cold, you could clearly see the outline of her nipples. I was not able to sleep that night, thinking about how they look like nuts against the thin fabric. I thin she saw me looking at her that day because she’s been rather cold ever since.

I used to never pay attention to Peter’s babysitters. Of course, it’s a given that I do not come to this house pretty often---with work and all that. However, I have seen a few of them yet I’ve never been this hooked.  I would watch her all the time, but that’s all. I haven’t mustered any courage to do more until...

It was just the two of us then. I was in my room and she decided to wait in the living room for Peter to arrive. My grandparents brought him to stay with them for a few days and he was due to arrive that day. For some reasons, Nancy came earlier than expected. She was at the living room reading some books. She was wearing some tight jeans and a pink knitted sweater----looked pretty hot. I went inside the living room pretending to look for something.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Umm, nothing. Have you seen the pizza brochure?” She reached over the stacks of magazine in front of her and gave me what I was “looking” for.

“Here.” She didn’t even look at me.

“What do you want on your pizza?”

“Pepperoni, lots of cheese, and olives. And absolutely no pineapple.”

“Got that.” I grabbed the phone and made a call to the pizza place. Pizza is the last thing I wanted though.

“So, how’s it going with the new guy?” I asked.

“Honestly Keith, it’s none of your business.  I’d appreciate it if you don’t ask me again.”

“Fine.”

She looked at me seriously for a minute. “Do you really like to know?”

“Sure.”

“I broke up with him. I have been trying really hard for him to you, you know... take me to bed. He doesn’t want to.”

I frowned then. But that’s weird. What kind of a man wouldn’t like to take Nancy Walters to bed?

I cleared my throat. “Did he say why?”

She shrugged. “He said he doesn’t want to hurt me and that virgins are out of his league.”

Wow. I don’t even know what to say to that. “I see.”

“So what about you? Do you think virgins are off limits?”

“Err. Not exactly.” I said

“Not exactly? Then what exactly?”

“Well, I can’t say. I haven’t taken a virgin to bed before.”

“I see.” She said and let out an exasperated sigh. “I used to never think it would be an issue. Guess I was wrong huh?”

“Look. It’s not that bad, okay? Save it for a better guy.”

“You’re probably right. Thanks, Keith.”

“Welcome.”

She smiled then and patted the space beside her. “Why don’t you sit beside me while we wait for the pizza? Keep me company.”

“Hmmmm, are you sure it’s okay?” I look at her stack of magazines. You might be missing out on Cosmo and Marie Claire.”

“Silly. No, it’s okay. Maybe you can help me try something I learned from Cosmo.”

I looked at her, having no idea what she’s talking about. “Come here.” She said.

I sat beside her and for the first time in my life, I was not sure what to do next. The smell of her hair was driving me crazy---it smelled like lemons and toasted coconuts. Maybe I was imagining things. I felt my pulse going wildly. She looked at me and moved her face so that it was only inches away from mine. She licked her lips provocatively and bit her lower lip as she continued to gaze at me. “Kiss me, Keith.” She whispered as she traced her fingertips on my lips. They felt like silk on my lips. I was not able to hold back. I slowly dipped my lips to hers and she sighed then. I held her to me and kissed her again and again until she opened her mouth for my tongue. She tastes really good, like orange Tic Tacs, and she’s very warm. I teased her with my tongue and I heard her made a tiny whimpering sound that really turned me on.

I held her close to me and she put her arms around me. The gesture felt so natural, as if we have done it a million times. I sucked her tongue and tried to plunge deep into her mouth. It felt absolutely amazing. I felt myself getting a hard on and I was finding it difficult to catch my breath. Just when we were starting to heat up, the pizza came. What a bummer!

We started laughing afterwards and enjoyed eating our pizzas. She’s not as scary as I thought. In fact, she turned out to be one of the easiest women to talk to. She laughs like crazy and she’s not at all self-conscious. Overall, I enjoyed that time with her so much, even if we ended up with only a kiss. I thought about how it must be like for her to be rejected by her own boyfriend. Honestly though, it’s a weird reason to say no to a girl. About an hour after that, my brother arrived together with Granda and Grama. So much for keeping the babysitter to myself.

That night was a drag for me. I was not able to sleep well. The object of my fantasies was literally on my lips.

The following day was a Saturday and mom was scheduled to have some R & R with her friends. She left early so it was just me, Nancy, and Peter. My brother can be really hyper during the day and that day was no exception. He played tag with the dog, ran with the neighbour kids, and spent the afternoon playing by himself in his room. Nancy was with him like every minute and believe me, it was a challenge to approach her when I don’t know how to even begin our conversation. I never had any issues like this in the past, so it’s safe to say that there’s something in her that makes me a bit tongue tied. I caught her making some lemonade at the kitchen and so I sat at the table and watched her squeeze a number of the fragrant fruit and concoct a cooler to beat the heat. I sat on the chair nearest to her and she didn’t even react when my knees brushed her thighs as I sat.

As she worked, her foot caressed my legs. I was wearing shorts then and her foot was so smooth that I couldn’t help but be pleased. Well, more than pleased. Since my hand is hidden from view, in case Peter comes in, I grabbed her butt and squeezed it lightly. My hand was full and I love how soft and fluffy her butt feels against my hand. She was wearing a skirt then and I took a chance, reached under it and caressed her thighs. She must have loved the way I was touching her there because she grinded her hips ever so slowly as I did my business.

Her thighs are so smooth and creamy. My hands can seem to stop touching them. While she move, I can smell her cologne---something that reminds me of lush green meadows----fresh, clean, yet edgy. Mingled with her womanly aroma, it becomes even more intoxicating. I rubbed my forefinger on the front of her panty, which is so wet. God, is she always this wet?

I continued to rub her gently as she continued to squeeze the lemons. She can hardly concentrate from what I can see. She sighed softly as I teased her and lightly inserted my finger inside the leg band. She quickly finished what she was doing and patted my hand. “Later.”, she mouthed.

Good thing she did that because Peter came rushing in the kitchen looking for her. He was crying. “Oh, what happened, pal?” I asked. “There was a monster on my TV!” I tried to hard not to laugh. He rushed towards Nancy and held her waist. “Oh Nancy, he looked awful! I was sooo scared!” Nancy ruffled his hair and gave him a glass of lemonade. “Here, drink this. I promise when we go up, he’d be gone.”

He looked at her expectantly. “Really Nancy?”

“Yeah, really.” I shook my head to that. How come my babysitters when I was a kid weren’t nice like her? I thought bitterly.

I stretched my body then stopped suddenly as I felt the impact of my erection. I hurried upstairs to my room. This is so embarrassing. I thought about her all afternoon. That was the first time a woman had that effect on me. She’s a paradox---pretty much demure and coy, but has a certain undeniable boldness to her. She’s very much addictive.

That night, Peter slept quite early. I went downstairs to get something to eat. It was past 9 and Nancy was to stay till mom gets home---which was tomorrow morning according to her recent text. I saw her seated at a couch, reading some books. “Your pet ran out of batteries?”

She looked up and smiled. “Yeah.”

I looked at the books stacked beside her. There were some Sidney Sheldon books, Archie comics, and a couple of tattered ones I can barely recognize. “I didn’t know you’re a bookworm.”

“I don’t consider myself one. I just read so I won’t fall asleep.” She said.

I held her and whispered in her ear. “Come up with me upstairs.”

She nodded. “You may bring your books if you want to.” I added. “Although I can’t promise you’ll have a minute to even read them.”

“Fair enough.” She said as she gave me a light peck on the cheek. I helped her carry the books and led her upstairs at the end of the hall where my room was. My room was not so much of a mess as I spend some time cleaning before I invited her in.

She allowed herself become adjusted to the lighting in my room and sat on one of my bean bags. I closed the door and when I turned to face her, she was looking at me oddly and was flicking her hair. I swallowed hard. She crossed her legs and smiled at smiled at me as she motioned me to sit beside her. I sat nervously beside her and looked at her bare face. She was breathtakingly beautiful up close---it was a torture trying to restrain myself from touching her. She started removing her blouse when I stopped her to hold her hand. I kissed her then, wanting to have a taste of her mouth again. Since she’ll be staying the entire night, I hate to be rushed. Her mouth tasted like cherry candy----fruity and sweet and I remembered the cherry candy tarts near her books. She’s made even more delicious.