The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women (15 page)

He shrugged, “I’m asleep so I have no idea.”

Her eyes narrowed, “No one has ever complained that you snored?”

“Dana, I’ve never slept the entire night with a woman.”

“Nuh-uh!”

He shook his head, “You’d be my first. You can tell me in morning.”

Her mouth opened before she snapped it shut, “Okay.”

After leaving the shower, she snuggled into his arms as he turned the TV on but fell asleep almost immediately. She awoke to the smell of coffee but he wasn’t in bed.

Staggering into the kitchen and rubbing her eyes, she immediately encountered a grinning Rose, “Do you drink coffee?”

Dana nodded, “Do you need help with anything? I can make a killer omelet.”

Chad turned with the coffee cup, “How do you like it… um… your coffee?”

She quickly took the cup, “Very sweet with lots of creamer.”

He nodded and handed her his cup, “Try this and tell me what you think.”

She took a sip, “Wow… that’s good.”

“Mmm… hmm. Appears that we have even more in common. You say you can cook an omelet. Anything else?”

Her eyes narrowed, “I avoid toast. Why?”

Rose slowly turned, pointing the spatula at her brother, “He burns the shit out of toast without even turning the toaster on. What’s your excuse?”

Dana picked her jaw up from the floor and grinned, “I can burn the house down without turning the toaster on.”

He laughed, “Dana, you can stay as long as you like.”

After they settled down to eat, Rose asked if she could use Chad’s car to pick up a duplicate key from the dealership and he nodded. Glancing at her shirt, she asked, “Do you have any of my things left over from my previous stay here?”

He pointed to the ceiling, “Attic.”

After they ate, she hurried to the hall and up the stairs only to return shortly with a box and wearing a wide grin, “Dana, I’ve gained a bit of weight since I was living here so a lot of these might fit you instead of me. Do you want to give them a look?”

She eagerly nodded as Rose pulled an outfit out and darted into their bedroom. Dana pulled out a pair of shorts as Rose reappeared, “I’ll be back shortly.”

After Rose left, he pulled Dana to him, “Damn, you smell good.”

She grinned, “It’s your soap.”

“I’m not talking about the soap.”

She leisurely leaned back to see the heated look on his face. She slowly kissed him and tried not to squirm in his arms. A rumble went through him as he turned and sat her on the counter, breaking the kiss to say against her mouth, “Girl, you have my head all fucked up.”

“It’s okay. Same here.”

His eyebrows flew up, “Really?”

She nodded, trying to will her blush to go away. His finger caressed her cheek as he studied her face before admitting, “I don’t want to get hurt.”

She nodded, “Me neither.”

His eyes dropped to her lips before he gave her a kiss that spoke volumes. Her fingers fisted in his T-shirt while she was prepared to climb right up him. He broke the kiss and said in astonishment, “For a tiny thing, you pack quite a punch!”

Before they could say more, Rose popped in the door, “I need someone to follow me to the apartments so I can pick up my car.”

They quickly retrieved Rose’s vehicle before hitting the nearest grocers where both learned they had even more tastes in common. By the time they arrived back at his place, Dana’s head was in the clouds with fantasies that had her stomach tumbling with nerves.

Every brush of his fingers over hers and heated glance seemed to unbelievably shoot their sexual tension higher until there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that tonight would be hotter than hell in summertime. Rose had even made plans with a friend to ‘go shopping’ after they arrived home but drew Dana aside to tell her, “I’m staying over at a friend’s tonight. You guys need some time without a guest… you get me?”

Dana giggled as her face reddened, “Yeah. Hey… what did you tell him about what I said to you?”

She shook her head, “Nothing. We may be close but I wouldn’t do that. His business is his business and the same goes for you.”

Dana’s eyes widened, “Oh. Okay, thanks.”

With a knowing glance, Rose called a goodbye over her shoulder and hit the door. As darkness fell, Dana nervously asked, “Do you want me to get those steaks ready?”

“I have some work to do so let them marinade for a bit in the fridge. I actually volunteer at the fire department. I’m a computer programmer. Want to see something?”

She eagerly nodded so he led her into his office and pulled up a chair before logging into his computer. She watched as he rapidly worked at finding a glitch and grinned when he barked, “Ah… there it is!”

He swiftly corrected it, leaving her frowning at the screen before he shrugged, “That’s what I do.”

Not understanding but impressed anyway by his satisfied demeanor, she asked, “So, you don’t get paid for fighting fires?”

He shook his head, “I get paid enough through this. I just like fighting fires and they need all the help they can get.”

“Have you ever thought of becoming a fire fighter?”

He laughed, “I am a fire fighter. I just volunteer my services. I went through training to be qualified. I chose not to opt for that route. I like computer programming and it’s more lucrative in pay.”

She nodded as he motioned toward the kitchen, “Those steaks should be good now. Do you know how to fire a propane grill or will you blow my house up?”

She laughed, “You might want to operate the grill. I’ll grab the meat.”

A gleam slammed into his eyes as the sexual tension shot up, causing her face to reddened, “…the steaks!”

He pulled her up with a laugh, “Oh… you can grab any of my meat any time. It’s all good.”

The minute their throaty tones hit the air, her breath hung and an ache shot straight through her. She grabbed his shirt, “Chad, you’re driving me nuts here.”

He nodded as a wild look flew over his face and pulled her to him. She scrambled into his arms and forgot all about the steaks. The only hunger she needed to feed was for him. His frantic movements were all the communication she needed.

Amidst their curses, clothing hit the floor until both were rolling over them. She heaved under him, desperately begging for him but was hell-bent on tasting every inch of him. Since he held the advantage in strength, she writhed under him while helplessly panting as he drove her desire off the charts.

Crazed and desperate for him, she wailed, “Chad, please! I want to taste…”

He licked his way from her clit to her nipples, driving into her, “You can taste later! I want your pussy now!”

She dragged nails down his arm as her body went limp. He cradled her to him and moaned raggedly over her lips, “Damn, Dana, what’d you do to me?”

She gazed at the emotions flying over his face, “Same thing you did to me! Set my blood on fire!”

She grabbed his face and kissed him hard, grinding her hips into his as his eyes widened. Shoving a hand into her hair, he groaned in her mouth as his cock jerked inside her. She whimpered as he deepened the kiss while her hips bucked under him.

He lifted her off the floor and carried her into his bedroom before toppling them both onto the bed. Rising above her but still embedded deep within, he said, “I’ve never asked another woman to move in with me but here goes…”

“Yes!”

His jaw dropped while she bit her lip. He took her face in his hands as emotions flitted across his but, seeing his reluctance, she said it first, “Yeah… that ‘L word’ is on the tip of my tongue and I don’t mean ‘like’.”

He grinned and hugged her to him, “That’s a fucking relief! I’m so glad you’re a fan of lasagna too!”

She slapped his back, giggling as he rumbled with laughter. He lifted her off the bed and, while walking to the shower, said, “I’m a wimp at heart when it comes to that word.”
 

She whispered, “I love you,” over his lips, causing a wide smile to appear but he responded, “Ditto.”

Her eyes narrowed, “You’ve never said that to anyone, have you?”

“Sure I have. My family.”

She rolled her eyes but he grew serious, “We just need to slow down a bit here. Give me today. We’ll have lasagna tomorrow.”

She laughed but nodded, realizing by his expression that he felt the same but was really too scared to say the words.

After they showered and ate steaks, they tumbled back into bed where she announced, “It’s my turn to drive you over the edge.”

“Dana, the minute you panicked your way down my ladder from the apartment…”

Grinning, she bit her way down his stomach and breathed over his cock, “Allow me to climb this ladder!”

***

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by
Bonnie Robles

Ramon and Selma Vasquez were new to New York. After living in Liverpool for so long, Ramon had finally got a transfer and though the two were eager to leave the UK, there was just something about the States that made them shudder. They had to make new friends. It was a bit awkward for Selma since she had always fancied voyeurism and she was not sure whether they would run into Americans who liked that sort of thing.

Selma was a tall woman, quite curvy for a white woman. She had huge breasts; people usually mistook them for implants. Though her ass was not the huge J-lo bum, she still had a package to be proud of. Ramon was a thick haired man of Hispanic origin and Selma always told him that his body was more built for a Calvin Klein underwear shoot than normal clothes.

On the second day after the move, Selma was busying herself unpacking boxes when Ramon got out of the shower. She had resorted to unpacking in the living room because the two barely got any work done in the bedroom. She thought that a crowded living room would crowd Ramon’s judgment.

he smiled up at him when she saw him walking towards her; he had not bothered to secure his manhood behind a towel. She suddenly noticed that he had a semi hard-on going on. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“We spent the day in bed yesterday,” she said looking at him. “We are not doing this today,” she said as she sorted the clothing.

“Baby, come on,” he said walking towards her. “I have a whole eight days before reporting to work,” he added as he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Yeah and at this rate, we won’t be settled even then,” she said. Even though she longed to have her husband’s cock buried inside her, she needed to put her foot down. Ramon could fuck like a god and she loved that about her husband but sometimes he acted more like a horny teenager than a responsible husband.

“What do we do about this then?” he asked as he pressed his cock into her bum. She turned around and sat on the bed.

“I could let you have your fun with the twins,” she said opening a button or two of her blouse. Ramon smiled.

“Yeah, baby,” he said reaching to touch her generous breasts. She leaned back, denying him the pleasure.

“Or, I could do this,” she said taking him inside his mouth without any warning. Ramon breathed a long low wow as she expertly sucked on his cock, making it harder as she went on. He looked down as he disappeared into her mouth over and over again. He closed his eyes as he savored the pleasure he was getting from her oral service. For a married couple, these two were still too much into sex but then again, no one was complaining. He was still in the glory of the moment when they heard a female voice.

“Ahem,” came the voice. Ramon grabbed a cushion and held it against his manhood after Selma pulled away. The two looked at a curvy brunette and a tall man standing at the entrance of the living room. The woman had a bowl in her hands.

“We knocked… the door was open,” she said. Her cheeks were flushed as she talked.

She turned and felt the strength draining form her body as she looked at a brunette and a brown haired man standing at the doorway. The man looked obviously amused catching Ramon with his pants down, or simply naked.

“I’m Claire, this is my husband Don,” she said in an attempt to change the uncomfortable silence. She had a basket in her hands. Selma guessed that was why the room had that freshly baked smell. She looked at the couple still embarrassed and smiled.

“I’m Selma,” she said in a small voice.

“Ramon,” Ramon said looking around for something more decent than a cushion.

“We are your neighbors across the street and…. we’re sorry… we…,” Claire’s voice trailed off. She looked at her husband. “Maybe we should… go?” she said looking at Don. Selma stood up.

“No, let’s just go to the um…. Kitchen… drinks anyone?” Selma said walking towards them.

“I brought muffins,” Claire said as the three walked away.

“You’re sweet,” Selma said as she took the basket from her hands. “I’m sorry about all …
that
,” she said as she poured the couple some freshly squeezed lemonade.

“Please we’re used to this kind of thing,” Don said. Selma looked at him surprised. She was not sure whether she was more shocked at the statement or confused. Either way, she was not about to make the situation more uncomfortable than it already was.

“It feels good to get to see other people other than yourselves,” Selma said smiling. Don moved closer to her.

“Lovely accent,” he said looking at her closely. Selma could have sworn he was undressing her with his eyes. “What is that? British?” he asked. Selma nervously nodded.

“Come now Donald. Don’t chase away the only good neighbors we have left,” Claire said smiling.

“Only good neighbors?” Selma asked her voice almost quivering. “Why are we the only good ones? Aren’t these other houses occupied?” she asked. Claire walked to where she was and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“They are, but the people can be a bit…. judgmental,” Claire said. Selma looked at her questioningly.

“What do you mean?” Selma asked.

“There he is! Looking very… dressed,” Don said. The girls looked over at Ramon who was walking into the room. Selma could tell that he was still embarrassed.

“What was that about judgmental neighbors?” Ramon asked ignoring Donald’s comment.

“We are a peculiar people…. we like peculiar things,” Donald said. Selma and Ramon could not help but feel that the two were talking in codes.

“Peculiar,” Selma said. Claire nodded.

“However do you mean?” Ramon asked looking at Claire closely.

“Well…,” Don started but paused. “You know what? Let’s show you,” he said looking at Claire who was now nodding.

“Great idea,” she said. “You will love it,” she added when she noticed Selma’s scared look.

“What if we don’t?” Selma asked nervously. Claire and Don laughed in unison.

“The palace is too big to be disappointed,” Claire said calmly.

“I’m sorry, the palace?” Selma said looking at Claire. “Are we going back to England or something?” she asked looking at Ramon.

“Come on, I’ll drive,” Claire said. “It will get the whole moving edge off,” she added as she took Selma’s hand. At that point Ramon and Selma were unsure of whether they were in for the adventure of their lives or the biggest mistake ever. A few minutes later, the two couples were at some up market home. The house looked very old and very pricey. “Welcome to the New York Palace of Passion,” Claire said as the four walked up the steps leading to the main door. The four walked up a long flight of stairs.

Ramon and Selma were awestruck at the first scene of the ‘Palace’. There were two men seriously double teaming a poor blonde as three other couples looked on. At that moment, Selma had a rough idea of what this place was. The woman remained silent, gripping onto the staircase railing as they went on.

At some point she began crying out in perfect rhythm with the men’s thrusts. One of the men watching had began to slowly knead one of the women’s breasts as he looked on. Selma guessed that she was having her orgasm at that very moment or approaching her point of no return.

“Holy shit, this place is indeed remarkable”, Ramon uttered amidst giggles from Selma and Claire who were obviously enjoying the scene.

“Are you like… swingers or something?” Selma asked Claire in a whisper. Claire looked at her and smiled.

“You are familiar with the lingo,” she said as they walked on. Selma nodded. “What’s your fancy?” Claire asked. Selma felt herself blush.

“I like watching,” she said looking at Claire who smiled back at her. Selma smiled. This must have been the luckiest thing ever. They never got friends this compatible with them. They moved on with their tour but it was cut short by the sweet aroma that wafted from behind a huge silvery door that dominated the room.

“This, my guests, is the dining room,” Don announced triumphantly and proceeded to walk in. When he pushed open the thin wooden doors, the sweet scent of freshly roasted bacon enveloped them and instantly diverted their attention from their bodily pleasures. They waltzed in to join other guests at the table who were enjoying every ounce of the delicacies on the huge oak table. Don sat beside Selma on one side of the table.

Claire understood the gesture and joined Ramon of the other side. It was self service but the ladies served their men hurriedly before diving in to join the rare treat. Don definitely had a huge appetite because he downed the half steak from his plate in a matter of minutes before yanking his huge frame across the table to obtain more from the spread in the middle. Some ladies chuckled at the sight while others simply stared in disbelief.

“I like a man who eats”, Claire said amidst chuckles to defend her man.

“I love a man with an appetite,”
Selma thought as she looked at Don. She suddenly let out a silent gasp when she thought she saw the tip of Don’s penis under his shorts. Was this guy serious? He wasn’t wearing any underwear? In freaking public? She looked over at Ramon. She was filled with guilt, unsure of what to do at that moment. Ramon smiled at her and gave her a slight nod.

Ramon seemed more thirsty than hungry since he downed several glasses of champagne as he ate. However, it could also have been his way of dealing with the new but familiar situation. Selma noticed the way he stole little glances at Claire as he nibbled at the rib he held in his hand.

***

Claire had no bra or panties on. Her nipples were protruding from under her bareback silk brown dress and were fully visible in the brightly lit room. She loved the new friends she and Don had so tastefully stumbled upon. She had been unsure about meeting the new neighbors but something about the way Don said ‘that new big busted neighbor’ made Claire want to meet the new guys across the street. She looked over at Selma who had just got Don’s full attention. She knew that the fun had begun.

***

Selma was still savoring her food when she felt Don’s fingers finding their way into her pussy. She looked at him in surprise and then at Ramon who was now getting a hand job from Claire. She gasped and instantly blushed as she closed her legs tightly leaving his hand locked and his fingers trapped inside her. She loved the sensation that shot through her especially as Don wriggled his fingers pleading for release.

Claire and Ramon didn’t notice the drama as they were both entangled in their own game, obviously loving the freedom. Selma relaxed her grip and Don withdrew his fingers from within her making a slurp sound as he did so. What he did next made Selma simply gasp in awe. He deftly licked her wetness off his fingers and then dug right into his macaroni like he had just done the most normal thing in the world.

It seemed the room was respected for what it was, a dining place, since none of the couples inside engaged in any erotic behavior except with the food. After a hearty meal and a few chugs of the bubbly on offer, the two couples decided to continue with their tour. When they stepped out of the room, the two men and the lady on the stairwell were no longer there. All that was left of their threesome was a trace of cum on the thick woolen carpet.

When they got to the balcony, Selma breathed a long low wow. The view was simply breathtaking. Ramon and Selma had no idea that the club was this huge. From the road, you could see the huge gated entrance that gave no clue as to what lay within. Once inside the compound, the huge mansion covered up most of what the eye could see but obscured what lay behind the mansion.

As they drove into the compound, all they had noticed was a thick layer of trees that concealed both sides of the mansion which portrayed that the landscaper had privacy in mind. The thicket between the trees was simply impossible to breach with the eyes. The number of expensive cars on the parking lot also indicated that this was a members-only affair. Below them was a beautiful lit pool that looked simply inviting.

At some point, Selma wondered why no one had taken advantage of the inviting pool. There were two huge Jacuzzis next to the pool that made the pool even more inviting than it already was. The whole scene was lined with blue neon lamp posts. You could see the words ‘NEW YORK’ brightly lit by the neon lamps on the pool floor. One Jacuzzi had an interracial couple making do in the bubbly water oblivious of the onlookers. Selma and Ramon took their time taking in the beautiful view.