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Authors: Pauline Orr,Diana Vega,Carla Burke,Evelyn Hunt,Inez Eaton,Emma Bishop,Cynthia Conley,Bonnie Robles,Sue Harrington,Kim Wilkerson

BOOK: The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 18: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women
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He took hold of her hips as the excitement of the moment grew and began to rock his body. Samantha winced as his fingers dug in her flesh and he pulled her forward as he started to thrust back and forward. The deep, forceful strokes made them both gasp as they lost themselves in the intoxicating thrill of the office sex.

 

Gary threw himself forward with increasing vigor as his passion mounted until his cock was flashing in and out of the wet hole at a frantic pace.

 

The climax rushed up on Samantha as the erection stroked along her slick pussy walls. Gary’s midriff rubbed on her clit each time he pushed deep, but she wanted more.

 

She pushed her lover back and turned around as she dropped down from the desk. It left her leaning face down over the desk and as Gary worked to get back inside her she stroked a hand to her clit. She rubbed on the erect little bud furiously as she was pounded from behind until the furious intensity of them coming together overwhelmed her.

 

The climax was something special as the heat ripped through her body and brought out violent shudders that rocked her body. She urged her lover to push deep as her muscles tightened and cried out as her pussy clamped around him.

 

The spasms of her pussy walls rippled her around the hardness and as the peak of the orgasm took hold she gave herself over completely to the sensation. It finally passed and her shudders slowly faded away to trembles that made her knees buckle.

 

Samantha collapsed down on the desk and knew what was coming as the grip on her hips tightened. Her legs banged against the desk as Gary went all out to bring on his own climax.

 

He powered his erection in her wet pussy as his lust burned out of control until he pushed himself all the way. He rocked his head back as the powerful convulsions sent a torrent of white rushing from him. The thick streams of cum splashed deep as he pushed himself forward to force Samantha against the desk.

 

He held her in place as the jerks of his cock grew stronger and then died down as the thrill of the climax faded away. He backed off a little as he tried to recover and the power drained from him.

 

“Fuck… I could get used to working like this,” he said when he pulled out.

 

Samantha pushed herself up from the desk and grinned as she turned. “I just bet you could,” she said as she grabbed hold and pulled him to a passionate embrace.

 

She sat back against the desk and looked down to see the cum trickling from her. “Go and check if there is anyone out there,” she said. “I need to get to the restroom.”

 

Gary quickly got dressed and went to have a look. “All clear,” he said and she went to clean herself up.

 

“Let’s get out of here,” she said when she came back. She pulled Gary to another passionate kiss when the elevator doors closed to trap them inside. They moved apart before the doors opened again and walked to the exit of the office building.

 

“See you tomorrow,” she said with a grin.

 

“Yes boss,” he shot back as he turned to walk away.

 

Samantha watched his taut ass cheeks and shook her head. “Need to really get my hands on those the next time,” she muttered under her breath and the grin spread wider on her face as she turned to head for home.

 

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Below Deck

by
Carla Burke

The port was alive with activity; being the quickest route from England to France it was always guaranteed to be busy. I pulled up my car into the ever growing queue to the passport control booth. After checking in there I could get straight on the boat in my car.

 

Around me were numerous families and groups of friends eager to get on to the ferry. I was seemingly the only person alone that wasn’t on a business trip. Men and women in suits stood around typing rapidly on their phones, the only others by themselves. They were probably used to the hectic travel life, most likely having to put up with the queues and people every week.

 

I however was unused to this kind of life; this was my first trip out of England in almost 5 years and I was quite scared. My mind wiped back to my husband, the man I had found cheating on me a few days prior to me being here. I had returned home early from work and caught him in an exposed position with one of my friends.

 

Needless to say I had left as quickly as I could, not bothering to grab any supplies. Staying with my mother I knew I had to get out of the country, luckily she had been keeping my passport. The passport was only just in-date since I had gone on my honeymoon.

 

I could just imagine what everyone was saying back home, ‘poor Robin, only married for 5 years and soon to be divorced at only 27 years old’. It would be the typical gossip that spreads so quickly in a small village. People I had only met once would act like they knew my whole life, although they probably did.

 

The loud sound of a horn burst through my pitiful thoughts. Looking forwards I realised I hadn’t moved the car and there was a large gap in front of me. I turned my head to frown at the car that had beeped me; only to be met by a very strange sight.

 

Behind me, sat in a shiny black BMW was a young man, similar to my own age. He was by himself, unusual given where we were and he wasn’t wearing a suit. He was looking at me, a large smirk evident on his lips. His car was only a few centimetres away from my own so I could see him clearly through the back window.

 

He continued to look at me curiously until something else flickered across his face. Confused I tried to figure out what he was thinking, until another loud blast rang through my ears.

 

I jumped in my seat, not expecting the sound. I frowned at the man again, furious this time,  and was met by soundless laughing coming from his mouth. My cheeks blazed angrily as he didn’t let up; his eyes were sparkling with amusement while I sat there annoyed.

 

Toying with the idea of jumping out of the car and punching him in the face I caught sight of the security guards mulling around the cars. Thinking that it may not be the best idea I put my foot on the pedal and sped forwards to fill the gap in front of me.

 

I was only 4 or 5 cars away from the booth now and I was growing even more nervous. This idea of just picking up and leaving the country with no spare clothes and no plan was starting to seem less like the adventure I had imaged and more like a nightmare.

 

I looked back over at the man behind me, praying he had stopped laughing by now. When I caught his eyes he erupted back into the same fit he had been in before. I stuck a large mental note in my head to find him as soon as I got onto the ship.

 

Although it was mostly out of anger, something was different about the handsome man travelling by himself. Not many people would just pick up and leave the country by themselves, which in itself made him interesting. Plus now I was newly free after 5 years, new emotions had started to build up inside of me. After only a few days certain desires that were previously unknown to me were beginning to surface. I shifted my leg restlessly, squeezing my thighs together.

 

Even the thought of these feelings made my body heat up and my heart rate increase. Shaking my head my thoughts swirled with what a good girl I had been. One act of my useless husband had changed my whole view on life; now strangers in cars were starting to make me hot. I checked ahead to notice another gap had formed.

 

I drove forwards quickly, filling it before the man could beep me again. I couldn’t be doing with another small heart attack just yet. I was sure my heart had had enough recently without this man trying to kill me.

 

There was only one woman left ahead of me now and I was starting to get incredibly inpatient. I fiddled around in my handbag trying to find my passport. My search proved unlucky and I automatically went into panic mode; throwing the contents everywhere I still couldn’t find it.

 

However I could almost feel the man’s eyes on me and hear his laughs as my belongings flew uncontrollably in to the air around me. Every item had found a new home in various areas of my once tidy car. Once I was sure I had thrown everything out I tipped my handbag up over my lap. Must to my amusement and annoyance my passport dropped softly into my lap by itself. Trust my luck for it to be hidden at the bottom of everything.

 

I quickly snapped it up and looked forward again. Seeing I was next I drove to the booth and waved my passport out the window. A hand ripped it out of my own and a man assessed it slowly. I looked up at the stony faced man and smiled brightly.

 

It was something I always seemed to do, smile as wide as I could at people. He looked at me curiously, his eyebrow rising far too high on his head. I tried to hold back a laugh, not wanting to offend the intimidating man.

 

“You’re traveling alone?” he asked, making it sound more like an accusation. I nodded slowly, my face actually blushing lightly.

 

“OK,” he stated bluntly and threw my passport back through the window. Stunned at his rudeness I drove off, putting the important papers safely into my now empty bag. I checked behind me to see that the other man was still at the booth office.

 

I chuckled to myself, maybe I would get some payback and he would be stuck there for a while. I navigated the busy road on to the ship, trying to avoid all the people wandering around. The boat didn’t leave for another hour or so which meant that there were a lot of people with nothing to do.

 

Finally managing to break through the people I pulled up to the ferry, waiting to get on. The BMW was lost somewhere in the crowds as I drove up onto the metal ship.

 

There were already a large collections of cars parked in the bottom of the boat and I joined them quickly, desperate to get out and stretch my stiff legs. I did a quick scan of my surrounds and nothing of interest met my eyes. For some reason I was missing the handsome man in the BMW, he had been the first exciting part of my solo trip.

 

I parked up next to a few worn out looking family cars, not far from the entrance. There were only a few people milling around in the depths of the boat so I started to rearrange my bag. I really had managed to spray its contents the length of my car. Reaching my lipstick I reapplied the bright red colour to my lips and rearranged my hair.

 

Satisfied at my appearance and my newly cleaned car I unlocked the door and jumped out. My sun dress fell loosely over my curvy body, leaving me cool in the hot summer sun. Even below the boat it was surprisingly hot; my choice of a simple white dress was definitely a good one. Although I would have to buy something warmer when I got to France; thankfully the ferry ride was only five hours long and I wouldn’t have to entertain myself for too long.

 

I looked around, taking a few minutes to locate the exit; it was hidden in a darkened corner behind some cars. I jogged over to it, brushing past one or two people as I went. For some reason it was starting to get darker around the cars and I wanted to get into the light again. I walked up the small staircase and the next few to follow with ease, my heals not restricting me too much.

 

Within a few minutes I had surfaced onto the main passenger area of the ship. Everywhere I looked there were people trying to find a spot to make themselves comfortable. I bypassed them and followed the nearest sign to a café; it was hot today even in my dress. The sea swirled beside me as I walked along, although we were still docked waves lashed at the sides. I had never been one for boats and quickly rushed on. The 5 hours was starting to feel more like a year, I was desperate to get to France and start my newly free life.

 

The café was small and quaint, not much like the ones you would normally see on a large boat. There were old wooden tables, neatly dressed with flowers and soft fabric seats. Smiling to myself I walked over to the counter; it was almost empty in here, strange since the other places were packed with restless travellers.

 

The only people other than me were a few smartly dressed men in the far corner, giving all their attention to the newspapers they were reading. I reached the counter; they had a wide range of ice drinks, perfect for this type of day.

 

My eyes drifted to the price and my mouth nearly dropped open. No wonder nobody else was here, although quaint they had marked the prices up beyond belief. I huffed angrily before picking out my favoured drink; a pure strawberry chiller. The waitress took my order and I settled myself down in a soft seat nearby.

 

Wondering how much time I could pass in here, I barely noticed the waitress drop my drink down next to me. I quickly grabbed my bag so I could look for my purse to pay the woman. When it didn’t reach my hands immediately I dug a little deeper, not wanting to repeat the incident in my car earlier. The waitress tried to mutter something but I stuck my hand up to her hastily, lost in my frantic search.

 

When I hit the bottom of the bag I started to pull things out desperately; my purse was massive how could I miss it. Suddenly it dawned on me, it was somewhere in my car. I froze, the table was covered in my belongings and my face flushed.

 

“I’m sorry I left my purse in the car, I’ll have to go and get it,” I muttered sheepishly. The waitress’s face looked mildly concerned as her eyes darted between me and the pile on the table.

 

“I’ve been trying to tell you Miss the gentleman over there paid for your drink,” she said hastily before darting off. Why would a few old business men pay for my drink, they hadn’t even seen me walk in?

 

My eyes darted around the room, I was sure I hadn’t missed anybody. Just as I was trying to convince myself of that my eyes landed on the mystery man from the car behind me. He was sat right near the entrance; I had just walked past him.

 

My already red face flushed darker, I really had an awful eyesight, either that or I was just plain unobservant. The man noticed my staring and raised his drink slightly to me. My mouth dropped and I just watched him, unsure of what to do.

 

I slowly nodded at him, acknowledging that he had brought me the drink. It didn’t take him long to notice the pile of stuff on my table and to break out in silent hysterics. I put my head in my hand, embarrassment flooding over me; I had never actually met this man and yet he always seemed to see me at my worst.

 

I shook my head violently, trying to erase the first hour of my escape plan; it definitely hadn’t gone to plan at all. What felt like hours pasted but it had probably only been a few seconds. I lifted my head slightly, ready to face the world again; I immediately realised it was a mistake when my eyes met the torso of my man.

 

He was wearing a bright white t-shirt and faded black jeans. The trousers hung loosely from his hips, creating an extremely sexy look. I pulled my eyes away from them and dragged them over his toned stomach. My legs tightened at the image of him, the heat from earlier had rushed back instantly. I twisted my legs under the table, trying to quench the hunger radiating through them.

 

When I finally reached his face a concerned look covered it; hidden slightly by his light brown hair covering a single green eye. The look in his other one betrayed his face slightly, just behind the concern was obvious humour at what he was witnessing.

 

“I… um,” I stumbled lamely. He smiled brightly at me, his eyes sparkling slightly.

 

“Is this seat taken?” he asked gesturing to the free seat next to me. I shook my head slowly, not sure if my mouth could handle words yet. The man pulled the chair out slowly, just as a few items from my handbag dropped loudly from it to the floor.

 

My cheeks blazed heat again as I rushed to pick them up, at the same time as he did. Our heads collided with an incredibly loud sound which echoed off the walls around us. I could imagine everyone looking round as I struggled to regain my correct sight.

 

Two strong hands pushed me back in to my seat and dropped my belongings next to the others on the table. I rubbed my sore temple slowly against my hand, trying to stop the pounding. When I finally looked up, the man was sat down next to me, giving his fully concerned look this time.

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