EROTICA
Volume 1
A Novel by K’Anne Meinel
SmashWords Edition
EROTICA
Volume 1
20 Erotic Stories
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K’Anne Meinel on Smashwords
Copyright © K’Anne Meinel July 2011
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EROTICA
Volume 1
Story 1………………………..………………..………..……………Bent over Backwards
Story 2……………………………..…………………..……………..Fantasy
Story 3………………………………..………………..……………..Wet
Story 4……………………………………..…………..……………..Family Night
Story 5………………………………………..………..……………..Bikini’s are Dangerous
Story 6……………………………………………..…..……………..Quickie ~ Against the Car
Story 7…………………………………………………..……………Kept
Story 8……..…………………………………………..……………..Quickie ~ Against the Wall
Story 9…………..……………………………………..……………..Quickie ~ Over the Couch
Story 10……………..……………………………………..………….Mile High Club
Story 11…………………..……………………………..…………….Ghostly Love
Story 12……………………..……………………………..………….Quickie ~ Under the Pier
Story 13……………………………..…………………..…………….Bikini’s are Dangerous 2
Story 14…………………………..……………………..…………….On the Parkway
Story 15…………………………………..………………..………….Stable Affair
Story 16……………………………………..…………..…………….Dream of the Beach
Story 17…………………………………………..………..………….Bikini’s are Dangerous 3
Story 18……………………………………………..……………..….Heel or Heal
Story 19……………………………………………..……..………….Wet ~ Again
Story 20………………………………………………..…..………….Kiss
Bent over Backwards
I’m sitting at my chair working diligently at my desk when you come into my office. A distraction for sure but I continue working none the less, I’ve got a deadline and I’ve been working incessantly. You lean over the back of my chair to look over my shoulder and read what’s on my computer screen as I type away. Your hands begin to knead my shoulders, massaging along my neck. I begin to melt, as your touch never fails to ignite something in me. My neck falls forward but I continue to type, a sly little grin on my face. You begin to use your fingertips only along my neck, brushing it lightly. The tickling but sensual feeling of it is driving me nuts. You can tell by my body’s reaction to it that I’m enjoying it immensely. Finally, I give up trying to work and fall back against my chair and you take full advantage of this to begin kissing me passionately.
You slide into my arms as I sit in my leather chair. Good thing we are home alone and can indulge ourselves. We make out for a long time, swapping spit, tongue ballet. Our petting and fondling becomes frantic in our desire to feel each other’s bodies. Clothing begins to be discarded until we are both naked. You had to stand up to remove both our pants. Straddling me in my chair you grind your pussy against me, suggestively. My breathing becomes labored in response. A fever seems to be gripping you and you rub your body wherever you can against mine. You can’t get any closer to me unless you went through me.
After a while I can no longer stand it and I whisper a suggestion in your ear. Smiling broadly you lean down and pull a rabbit out of your pants pocket that I hadn’t noticed earlier. Pulling me to stand in front of you, you begin kissing me again as you grind against my body. You caress me with your hands as your arms hold me close. Your body pushes me against my desk and I lean backwards. Slowly your hands go down between our bodies and you find my wetness. The excitement of the spontaneous passion has me dripping. In answer you start rubbing the rabbit against me. I groan slightly as it rubs against my clit. Bending me farther back against the oak desk you take the shaft and begin to slowly insert it inside of me. The wetness makes it easy and you shove hard. I gasp and then groan in response. Pulling it almost out you shove it in again. My groans become louder as you are kissing me and screwing me with the shaft. Faster and faster, harder and harder you grind the shaft into my body. I’m panting, enjoying it all. I raise my legs to wrap them around your body and to change the angle of how you are thrusting. You can tell I’m enjoying it as my body arches backwards over the desk. You can no longer reach my mouth and you break contact there to begin sucking on my nipples. With your thumb you turn on the ears of the rabbit and begin teasing my clit. My hands are frantically pulling at your body and my body is writhing beneath yours.
Suddenly between your caresses, the kissing, the sucking, and the relentless thrusting you notice a distinct change. I quit writhing to enjoy the sensations coming over my body. A tingling begun in my clit and spreads down my legs to envelop my whole body. In your mouth my nipple hardens as you’ve never felt before. I’m cumming all over your hand, the rabbit, and the edge of the desk. Your causing it to splash against you it’s so profuse. I’m panting, it’s hard to breathe as my muscles tighten and release, it’s so intense. After what seems forever I begin to calm down. Smiling at you I lean up for a kiss. Your body covers mine and is quite warm. Holding you close as I kiss you I wrap my arms around your body and just hold you there. Pulling back I bury my face in your neck.
“Are you okay?” You ask. I can hear the joy in your voice at what you’ve just done to me.
I nod in answer, not trusting myself to speak.
Finally I unclench my body from yours to relax against my desk. You begin to pull the rabbit from my body but I stop you, grabbing your arm as a look comes over me.
“There” I say. Indicating where the rabbit has just moved to.
You lightly thrust back in with your fingertips. It’s slippery but you manage to hit that spot again. Instantly my body breaks out into another sweat. You can sense this ain’t over yet. Again and again you thrust ‘there’ your hand clenching the handle. My body begins to arch against it. Harder and harder, you know you have to be hurting me but I’m begging for more. The moans, the little cries, they are driving you insane. You can’t believe what you’re seeing before your eyes. I pull frantically at your body to get it against mine, once again wrapping my legs around you. I’m sweating little rivulets down my body. Your tongue traces the ones along my breasts. My nipples are hard once again. I begin to chant your name and along with it I ask you to ‘screw me’. It becomes my mantra. Before you know it another intense orgasm rips through my body and you’re incredulous at its intensity. Never have you seen my body react this way, never have I cum like this. I’m incoherent now; the mews, the cries, and the moans are so exciting. It lasts longer than the first one; it’s more intense and body wrenching. It takes a lot from me.
Finally I begin to calm down. Your caresses become soothing instead of arousing. I’m sobbing into your shoulder after what I have just gone through. What you’ve forced from me unintentionally. After a while you let go of the rabbit to use both hands to calm me. You kiss away the tears that are coming from my eyes, your tongue tracing the little rivulets along my face. Looking up with tearful eyes I smile a thank you at what I’ve just experienced. The rabbit slips from my body and falls to the floor. That’s okay, it’s no longer needed. You have your body plastered against mine, holding me close and keeping me warm. There are goose bumps down my arms from the air conditioning. I snuggle against you and sigh. My breathing begins to return to normal. What an afternoon delight.
~The End~
FANTASY
Sunday night, we’d had a fairly long conversation. At least 3 hours long or longer, depending on whether you count when the phone’s lose their signals or not. It’s well past 2 your time and your just exhausted. It doesn’t thrill you either that you have to be up in 4-5 hours for work and getting the girls off to school.
You return from your nightly trip to the bathroom and much to your surprise you see a shape in the bed. It’s completely covered by the blankets so you creep closer and just as you reach for the blanket to pull it back I sit up, surprise! You leap back, startled. There is no way your believing your eyes. I was just on the phone with you for THREE hours, I’m in Wisconsin, you’re in New York, and no way is this happening. Your heart is pounding as you go ‘holy shit, what the hell? What are you doing here? How did you get here?” I just sit there with this grin on my face at your expressions. “Were you HERE all this time?” I just shake my head no with my cheesy grin.
Holding out my arms you gratefully go into them. Thrilled beyond measure to have me there in your bed. I haven’t answered any of your questions really, but you don’t care since I’m so THERE. Kissing, hugging, and caressing soon follows as I begin to make love to you. Pulling back you can’t believe your eyes. You quickly rise and shut the door that you’d left open. Putting the weight bar in front of it so we won’t be interrupted. You turn out the light and return to the bed. You begin to ask questions again but I silence you with my tongue in your mouth.
For two hours we play with each other, enjoying our bodies against each other. The caresses, the moans, the sighs. It’s incredible. You fall asleep in my arms, totally exhausted by our love play.
BANG, BANG, BANG! You come awake abruptly to find yourself alone in your bed. Dazed and disoriented you look around the room. The clothes you wore to the bathroom are flung around the room. BANG! “Mom? Aren’t we going to school?” one of the girls asks through the door knocking on it again, HARD!
“Yeah, be there in a minute, go downstairs.” You answer sleepily. You can hear the retreating footsteps. Looking at the clock it’s already 7:30. Looking about the room you doubt your sanity. What an incredible dream you had! It was so real! Realizing that you slept naked and how wet you must have been, you’re a bit crusty between the legs and the bed reeks of sex.
Pulling on your clothes you head downstairs for a very quick shower. You remember each and every moment of the dream as though it were real. Incredible. Your clit actually feels well used this morning.
Rushing the kids off to school you distractedly talk to them about what they are doing today after school. Your mind isn’t on THEIR day at all. You basically push them out the door at the school wishing them a good day. Leaving the school you punch in my auto dial on your cell phone.
Man it seems early here. I sleepily answer the phone. “Mornnnnnnnnninnn?”
“Hi there, were you asleep?”
“Hmmm mmmm.” I refuse to fully wake up.
“I’ll let you go back to sleep then.”
“No, that’s okay” I answer.
“You won’t believe the dream I had last night! It was incredible! AND I remember it!” You’re talking excitedly.
Waking up a little more, I rub the sleep out of my eyes and yawn. “Oh really?”
You begin to tell me what you dreamed since you went to bed last night. It all seems so real, so very very real. You can feel yourself getting aroused at the thoughts again.
Smiling at your excitement I enjoy your recitation of the dream. Over the course of the day you discuss the dream over and over with me. It just seemed so real!
Monday night we again talked for a couple of hours. I’m kinda sleepy tonight so we get off the phone by 1am your time. It hadn’t got heated and you didn’t need to go down to the bathroom tonight. Rolling over on your side you stare into the closet until suddenly you realize you’re NOT alone in the room. Rolling over suddenly you realize someone is IN bed with you! Startled you look closely, realizing that it is me!
“My GOD, how did you get here?”
Shaking my head I smile and caress the side of your face. I cup the back of your head to hold you for my kiss. Bearing you down to the bed I begin to make love to you. You’re not going lightly though.
“How did you do this?” You try to ask.
Shaking my head again I try kissing you to shut you up. I’m only partially successful.
“Hey, stop! Stop! How did you do this?”
You can make out my smile as I shake my head.
“You’re not going to answer?”
I shake my head slower.
“Why not?”
I shrug.
“Is this real?”
I lean over and pinch your butt. Jumping at the sensation you KNOW you’re awake. You put your arms around me and accept it. If it is a dream you DON’T WANT to wake up NOW!
In the morning, again, you wake up to an empty bed. You are again, naked, crusty, and the bed reeks of sex. You see the definite imprint of a head on the pillow besides yours. You remember falling asleep on top of me, snuggled into my shoulder.
Getting dressed after you shower you wonder, what the HELL is going on. It was too real, the pinch, the caresses, the thrusting, to be JUST a dream! You resolve to ask me when you phone after the girls are off to school.
“Good Morning” I must have been up for a while. My voice is clear and I must be smiling into the phone.
“Good Morning” you can’t help but respond to the cheerfulness.
“How are you this morning?” I ask, still grinning.
Deciding to play along with whatever game is going on you answer “wonderful, and you?”
Stretching, which you seem to be able to sense I answer “pretty good, pretty damn good.”
Getting sick of the game already and wanting answers you ask “what the hell happened last night and where did you go?”
“Huh?” I ask.
“All right, this is a pretty elaborate game you’ve set up, but why did you leave? Were you afraid you’d get caught by Michael?”
“What?”
Just then the phone dies. You call me again and get my voice mail. You call again, and again, and again. All voice mail. Suddenly the phone rings and you see on caller ID that it’s me.
“Hey!”
“Hey! Sorry about that but I leaned over for something that fell off my bed and I disconnected us.”
“That’s okay, but what happened to you last night?”
“What do you mean?”
Getting distinctly annoyed now at the game you ask “were you or were you NOT in my bed last night?”
Laughing I answer “Last night? Noooooo.”
Doubting your sanity your like “Then who the HELL did I make love with last night?”
“What do you mean?” I ask. You can still hear the laughter in my voice as though this is all a big joke.
“You don’t remember? You pinched me? You made love with me? Rather well I might add!”
Laughing out loud I answered “I didn’t pinch you last night, I didn’t make love to you, last night.”
Now you are a little confused and then you realize something I’m saying. You’re very quick that way. “Ok, so it wasn’t last night, it was this morning.”
Laughing again I just humor you going ‘uh huhhh’ I change the subject asking about what you’re going to do today.
You’re not distracted though. Something is going on. You realize I won’t or can’t talk about it though. You decide to see if I show up tonight to ask me THEN.
Tuesday night we end up talking until 2am your time. You HAVE to go to the bathroom this time. Returning you quickly look to see if there is a body in the bed. The shape of the blankets indicate there is but when you pull them back I am NOT there. Now you are doubting your sanity. Those dreams were SOOOOO real! Getting into bed after turning out the light and undressing you decide to sleep with just a shirt on. At about 3am you realize your staring at the clock. Something has woken you. It’s a hand caressing your hip and thigh. Turning over suddenly your elbow encounters me, you hear an ‘ooof’ as my breath is whooshed out of my body.
“Oh, sorry” you laugh. But you’re really not. It confirms what you suspected, that I’m really THERE.
Smiling I nod and lean over to kiss you. You forestall me though, wanting answers.
“How did you get here?” you ask as I try to kiss you again. My hands are distracting you, caressing your body. Grabbing my hands to hold them we end up in a tug of war, my wanting to caress you, you wanting answers to your questions. Before long we are both giggling until we’re breathless, you’re flat on your back and I’m mindlessly kissing you. Oh well, you’ll get your answers later.
You wake up Wednesday to a familiar sight. An obvious body print on the pillow and bed beside you but NO ONE in the bed with you. Sighing as you get out of bed you realize NONE of your questions have been answered. Now you ARE a little perturbed.
“Morning” my cheery voice comes over the phone line. Your calling after you dropped the girls off at school.
“Good morning.” You answer but continue. “Okay, enough is enough; would you be so kind to explain how you’re able to get here every morning into my bed?”
“What?” I ask in an amused tone.
“Not funny” you answer. “I really need to know how this is happening?”
Again, the amused tone “How what is happening?”
Now you’re getting a bit pissed. Enough was enough. Am I sneaking into your house somehow? No way. You know you’re NOT imagining the wonderful nights. Your body is not imagining it at ALL! It is all so impossible anyway, there are over a thousand miles between us.
“Ok, you need me to spell it out?” You ask.
“Possibly” I hedge, suddenly sober.
“How are you able to appear in my bed, make love to me nightly, and disappear by morning?” Now you’re feeling stupid for saying it aloud and that pisses you off.
“I’m doing that?” Again, the amused tone.
“Come on, enough is enough, tell me!” I can hear the anger in your tone.
“I can’t” I answer.
“Why not?” At least you know I’m answering ONE question.
“’cause it’s part of the rules” I answer quietly.
“The rules?” Now you’re truly puzzled, have I flipped out?
“Uh huh” I answer. “But if you ask me I can nod or shake my head” I say quickly and quietly. “Hey, I gotta go, bye”
Suddenly you’re disconnected. What the heck? The rules? Nod or shake your head? More puzzled than ever you decide to wait up and see if you can see me sneaking into your room tonight.
Wednesday night we only talked briefly. I had a long day working and I wouldn’t address anything of what we spoke of that morning. I’d only go ‘uh huh’ and ‘uh uh’ in answer to anything. It was frustrating you and you gave up. Finally at midnight your time we sign off. You wait patiently for something, anything to happen. But nothing does. 1am comes and goes. Getting impatient you decide the light must HAVE to be off and you make it so. 2am comes and goes and you find yourself dozing. Suddenly your conscious of me laying there staring at you. You MUST have dozed off cause you didn’t hear me come in or climb into bed with you. Being the light sleeper that you are you are amazed to find me there. In the dim light you can see my smile as I lean in to kiss you. Holding me off, you get out of bed and switch ON the light. Blinking at its glare we look at each other. I’m still smiling.
Leaning over the bed you pinch me. Jumping up in alarm I glare at you. Your beautiful smile is my reward. “Can you tell me now?”
Shaking my head I just grin intently at you, meaningfully. Trying to communicate SOMETHING with my eyes.
Thinking for a moment you realize something. In the four nights I’ve been coming to you, I haven’t said a word. Moans, groans, and sighs, yes, but no verbal communication. “You can’t talk? Is that it?”
Smiling, I nod.
“Is that part of the deal?”
I nod again, grinning. You’re guessing IT!
“So, for you to be HERE with ME every night, you can’t TALK to me?”
My hand makes a waving back and forth motion, like a see saw going back and forth.
You take that to mean ‘so, so’ or ‘sorta.’ “How long does this last?”
I shrug, I don’t know.
“Well, far be it for me to look a gift horse in the mouth!” You smile as you join me on the bed and begin kissing me passionately. Your body rubbing against me HARD. We make the most passionate love that night. It’s nearly morning and you sigh “I love you!” Looking deeply into my face, the light is still on in the room.
I smile sweetly at you and say “I love you, too” before I get the ‘too’ out I begin to fade from in front of your eyes.
Alarmed you watch as I disappear. The indent of my head stays on the pillow, the indent on the bed as well.
Waiting until the kids are school, you park your truck and phone me urgently. All you get is the voice mail, no answer. You leave several messages. Then when you get home you call, again no answer, only voice mail. You call my business phone as well, answering machine. Leaving a total of six messages between the two lines all you can do is go to work. You’re worried though.
Thursday comes and goes and you don’t hear from me. Now you’re getting frantic. You’ve left even more messages but heard nothing. You hope that tonight I will appear as before. Waiting all night you get NO sleep. I don’t appear. Friday is hell for you, you’ve had no sleep and the worry is eating away at you. Work drags and you are NOT at your best there either. Snapping at the kids when they get home your feeling VERY hormonal. You’re not sure you can even call the cops or anyone. Who would believe you? I’ve disappeared?!
Friday evening you go to bed at 8, hoping to get some badly needed rest. You’re miserable but deep down your hoping that I will appear. Exhaustion takes over and before you know it, it is morning. Looking around the room you don’t see the impression on the bed beside you and this depresses you. Grabbing the phone there is still no answer, only voice mail. Who could you call? The two numbers you have for me, both are no answer.
A week goes by and you’ve heard NOTHING. Extremely depressed at this point, you’ve almost given up. Absolutely nothing you’ve done has produced results. Everyone at work and around you at home is commenting how horrible you look. Lack of sleep, worry, and depression is taking its toll.
It’s Friday night again and you read a few things we’ve shared. Remembering better times. Before you know it, its past midnight and you begin to doze. Something has awoken you. You realize you can actually SMELL my perfume. What the heck? Looking around frantically for what caused the smell you see nothing. Something though has caused it, because it is still in the room. Faint, elusive, but THERE. It gives you hope. It’s a sign, you’re sure of it. Smiling, contented you go to sleep.
In the morning you again call, not expecting an answer but hoping. Still a voice mail, no answer. That’s okay though, you know you got a sign the night before. You weren’t imagining it, you aren’t going crazy.
That night you wait, hoping against hope. The light is on and you wait. 11pm, 12am, 1am...finally when you are about to give up for the night you again get a faint smell of my perfume. This one you aren’t as sure about, it’s lighter than the night before. Have you imagined it? Are you willing it to happen? Just then out of the corner of your eye you see something, turning your head you’re shocked to see a shadow. A definite shadow. In the middle of the night? You’re a little spooked but you watch it intently. It doesn’t get darker, it doesn’t get fainter. After a long time it moves slightly. You’re convinced it is me, trying SOMEHOW to communicate. Knowing how nuts anyone who saw you would think you are you whisper “is it you?”
The shadow moves and you see the distorted outline of a head. It’s nodding.
Relieved you ask “are you okay?”
The shadow shakes its head. No.
Thinking quickly you ask “is there something I can do to help?”
The shadow shrugs.
Feeling as though something has dropped into the pit of your stomach you ask a question you’ve been dreading “Are you dead?”
The shadow shakes its head. No. Then it shrugs.
Well, you’re a bit relieved but you’re not sure still. As you watch the shadow begins to fade. “Don’t go!” you almost shout it, but the shadow is gone before you finish it.
Sitting there for hours you think about what you’ve seen. Frustrated, you are not sure WHAT you CAN do.
Another week goes by but you are feeling better. For some reason you see the shadow every night but only after 1am. Each night you’re sure that it’s getting sharper, clearer, more defined. You can ask it yes and no questions but you don’t always get the answers and a lot of them leave you just as confused about what is going on. Friday comes again and you’re waiting patiently, looking for the shadow. It doesn’t always appear in the same place twice so your eyes are darting about the room. Finally it begins to appear. To your surprise it is as sharp as you’ve ever seen it. It continues to sharpen until you realize it’s taking on COLOR! What you begin to see appears to be a ghost. You can faintly see the details of me as I stand there. Standing up you try to touch me but I shake my head, no.
Over the next week the ghost becomes clearer and more defined, each and every day you do your same routine. Take the kids to school, work, come home and WAIT for the kids to get home from school. Not being able to talk to me every day for countless hours bothers you but you have the nights and a shadow and then a ghost listens to every word. You chauffeur the kids to their various activities and try to give them a normal mom. Nights are the worst, waiting until after 1am for your ghost to appear.
The next week the ghost begins to take even more form. You’ve asked it a million questions that remain unanswered. Nods, shakes, and shrugs are you answers. By the end of the week, a month from when I disappeared a body is actually standing before you. Amazed you hesitatingly hold out your arms and I go into them. We are able to kiss, caress, smell, nuzzle, and love each other again. That night you get NO sleep but you don’t care. Not a word is spoken as we learn each other’s bodies again. A month apart is just TOO long! In the morning the body is gone as before. You reach for the phone and punch in the auto dial. You haven’t done this in weeks!
“Good Morning!” For the first time in weeks you HEAR my voice. The relief is palpable.
“Good Morning! I love you!” you answer. “Can you tell me now?” you ask.
“Tell you WHAT?” I ask innocently but you can tell the word WHAT has meaning.
Remembering the yes and no answers you begin. “Can you talk about what’s been happening the last month?”
“Yes and no” I answer.
“Are you okay?” You ask.
“Yes, fine and you?”
“I’m fine. Where have you been?”
“Nowhere, just around” These vague answers are driving you insane. You want ANSWERS. It takes HOURS but you get them even with the yes and no and vagarity of it all. All of your answers were there finally. The relief is incredible. With a smile, you hang up the phone.
You as the reader:
Do you want to know the how?
Do you want to know the where?
Do you want to know why?
~The End~
Wet
The house was quiet FINALLY when we decided to take a swim in the pool and perhaps lay out in the sun. It was gorgeous. Not a cloud in the sky, the blue of it intense. Most people would have thought it odd to have a pool on the beach but we both thought it a cool indulgence and no messy sand to deal with. Besides the water of the ocean was just too cold this time of year. The kids had enjoyed playing on the beach and then being able to swim in the heated pool. We had the house and the pool to ourselves this afternoon as they had taken a horseback riding tour as part of our vacation package.
I was already in my one piece swimsuit when you came outside in your bikini. The sight made me lick my lips in anticipation. You’re so hot looking that to take my mind off the way my thoughts were heading I dove into the pool to cool down. The water was terrific, warm enough that it wasn’t a shock to the system, cool enough to damper the licentious thoughts that seem to come over me when you’re near. I didn’t realize the picture I made though with my hair streaming out behind me. You appreciated the view. It looked sexy with that slicked back look. All the curl in my hair straightened by the weight of the water on it. It made it look so very long. You wanted to run your fingers through it. You dove in to join me.
I swam alongside you as we played a little. I played hard to get after a while, you trying to catch me. Finally I let you catch me. Water streaming down both our bodies we exchanged a kiss. Holding you in my arms felt so very good. I’d ached for you for so long. Your hands were restless, reaching out over me, fondling, caressing, groping. I didn’t mind, it showed me how much you wanted me as well. Amazing how intense it can turn when you both want the other so badly. In moments I had your bikini top off and your breasts cupped into my hands. Leaning down I began tonguing first the one and then the other. Drawing the nipples into my mouth I sucked hard on them. The answering jolt to your crotch had you catching your breath.
Your hands were pulling down the straps of my one piece. With a yank I was exposed to my waist. The water came up over that and the air had my nipples puckering, waiting for you to worship them. Meanwhile your caresses over my back and shoulders were very very nice. Your fingertips along my neck very arousing. You indulged yourself, running your hands through my long hair.
My mouth playing on your breasts was causing you to moan and move feverishly, you wanted more, you wanted to do more to me as well. You finally pulled my head up for a deep kiss. Your tongue flicking in and out of my mouth suggestively. I caught it and sucked deeply on it. Your body wound itself around mine, grinding suggestively between my legs. I hooked my fingers on your bikini bottoms and yanked them down. Leaning down, I went underwater and pulled them down off of you. On my way back up I stopped between your legs to blow bubbles. You were laughing when I resurfaced.
Not to be outdone you pulled the rest of my swimsuit down and it fell in the water to my ankles. I step nimbly out of it and pushed it away with my foot, it floated gently along the bottom of the pool. Your hands were immediately between my legs feeling the difference in the wetness between me and the pool water. I playfully swam away from you, slipping from your embrace. You determedly swam after me. When we were neck deep I stopped suddenly to catch you.
Taking you in my arms I kissed you over and over, my hands feeling your warm body beneath them. I wrapped my legs around you, it was easier in the water, you’d never be able to stand and do this outside of the pool, and I was just too tall and heavy for you. It felt great to both of us. My pussy against you, rubbing. My clit peeking out to feel itself against you. I could feel the rub of your skin against it, it felt wonderful. Our kisses were becoming more impassioned.
Your fingers were doing delightful things to my body. One hand crept down between us to play with my clit. Your other hand massaged my breast, tweaking the nipple. I groaned at the dual sensations you were causing in me.
Standing back on my feet I planted a leg between yours and raised my leg up slowly, grinding it against your pussy. You gladly humped against it. It felt good, it felt hot. My hands I ran down your back and back up, then my fingers, then my nails. You arched against me, enjoying these sensations. My hands cupped your ass and began raising your body against mine. You’re tried to wrap your legs around me but I wouldn’t let you. I raised your butt higher still until it was nearly out of the water. You leaned back and let your torso float away on the water. Gently I moved us nearer to the side of the pool in case you needed to reach out your hand to keep from going under. I focused on what was in front of me. Your pussy lay open and inviting. My hands cupping your butt could move you any which way. I moved you towards my mouth and kissed you on your nether lips. Mmmm, I tasted you. I began tonguing you there. Playing with your clit, tasting your wetness. The cool ocean air and the warm pool water were playing havoc on your body. What I was doing to you was making your whole body ultra-sensitive. It was a wonder floating there in the pool and being loved like that between your legs. A fantasy come true. I kept going until I could hear the change in your breathing, taking one of my hands from cupping your butt I plunged two fingers right into your wetness. The sensation immediately sent you over the edge you’d been so close already. You had an incredible orgasm floating in a pool near one of your favorite places, the beach. When you came back down to earth I was smiling at you and laid us both on the steps leading into the pool. Laying me back against them, you lay on top of me, your body writhing suggestively against me. Kissing me over and over again you begin tonguing your way down my neck. That drives me insane and you can tell by my body’s reaction to it. Spreading my legs you immediately begin to rub between them, feeling my wetness. I groan at the touch of your hand there, you’re getting me so aroused. Kissing your way down to my nipples I raise up slightly to help get one into your mouth. Cupping your head to my breast. Your naughty little fingers are doing delicious things to my clit and nether lips. Your fingers plunge in to find my g spot, they know immediately where to go and I melt at the sensations. Laying completely at your mercy I moan at the feelings you arouse in me. I don’t know if it’s just what you are doing to me, or the beauty of making love in this pool, the combination is unbeatable none the less, but I’m getting wetter by the moment. Your fingers plunging in and out of me are driving me to the edge. I’m groaning loudly. Sucking on my nipple you can tell how you’re affecting me, you plunge harder and faster. My breath comes in gasps and you lean up to kiss me, sharing the moment when I actually climax. It comes in shudders. The intensity of how you affect me comes across in the intensity of my orgasm. My arms clench around you, you can almost feel your body cracking against me as I convulsively squeeze you. You relish the feeling, knowing what a compliment it is to your lovemaking and the feelings that we share. My head falls back to suck in great gasps of air. Smiling down at me you look into my eyes as I open them again and come back to reality.
What an afternoon delight.
~The End~
FAMILY NIGHT
As Melinda drove home from another hot Florida day she looked at the rolling clouds coming in off the gulf and wondered if she would make it home before the rain came down. Not that every cloud that rolled in would bring rain but this was Florida, it rained every five minutes it seemed sometimes. She sped up marginally to beat the rain but failed when it started to sprinkle as she pulled onto her residential street. Looking down the road she had to turn on her wipers before she reached her driveway. Pressing the button on the console of her car the garage door opened effortlessly as she pulled into her spot of the three car garage. She noted Em’s SUV was parked in its spot but that didn’t mean she was home, she could have taken her bike out for a quick ride which she did a lot to keep in shape. Melinda hoped not with how hot the day had been, dehydration could set in so quickly and with it raining now she quickly parked and checked the rack for her girlfriend’s sports bike. It was hung up as usual and this relieved her mind. She pressed the button and the garage door quietly closed behind her as she shut off the engine to her car. She sat there a minute in the quiet taking a deep breath to unwind from the hectic day she had just survived.
As she entered their house from the garage she felt the cool blast of the air conditioner. It wasn’t as high as it would be if she had been home alone. Em was from a northern state and her version of air conditioning was to open a window. Although that worked some of the time, here in southern Florida the humidity made it impossible MOST of the time. Melinda put her keys on the table by the door and put her briefcase on the chair that Em kept there for that purpose. She noted Em’s sleek alligator bag was already there. She looked up to see if she could see her girlfriend but she wasn’t visible from the short hallway that led to their front door from the garage. She turned right which went directly into their open and spacious kitchen. Looking on the large countertop that was perfect for entertaining she was surprised to see it set up. The far side of it was a bar into the family room and it contained place settings. It annoyed her for a moment because she just wanted a quiet night alone after the hectic day when it occurred to her that it was Thursday, it was family night. She grinned. Em certainly hadn’t forgotten, she had gone ahead and prepared it for them.
Walking through the family room she saw further evidence of Em being prepared. Chips and popcorn were in sealed bowls on the coffee table, the channel changers lined up for their Thursday evening ritual. The room was impeccably clean. The newspapers and magazines they read neatly stacked in the magazine rack, the pillows fluffed just so. No evidence of the family in their family room. Melinda gazed around the room in pleased delight. Em knew that it was Melinda’s turn to clean but had gone ahead and done more than her fair share. Melinda knew that Em really didn’t have the time and was pleased that she had gone ahead and done it for them. The couch was to her right along the wall facing the plasma screen television over the fireplace. On each side of the fireplace were bookshelves crammed with books that Em loved so. The two laz-y-boy chairs were to her left with a passageway between them and the couch. She walked in front of them to the French doors of the deck and looked out.
The grill was hot from the coals of the burning wood in it. She hadn’t wanted a grill like this, she preferred propane but Em had convinced her it was better to burn natural wood than gas and Melinda had to admit the flavor of the foods that came off this grill was fantastic depending on the kind of wood they burned and the smells were heavenly. She smiled when she saw the kabobs neatly sitting on a plate with a net over them to keep away the bugs. Big rich chunks of beef were on several skewers, thickly cut vegetables on others. Chicken which had apparently been marinated in some type of sauce still sitting in the sauce sat on another plate waiting to be skewered. Corn on the cob waited to be put over the hot coals.
She looked to the left of the grill and smiled at the buckets of iced Corona sitting there waiting for her to just pop the top off and let the cool beer slide down her parched throat. She opened the door, sliding it back to go out on the deck with its overhang keeping the big fat drops of rain from ruining their picnic. She wondered where Em was as it wasn’t like her to leave the coals burning. As she sat down at the table she reached for a Corona only to stop in surprise. In another large bucket was more Corona but the she laughed at the bottles. The bottles were at least two feet high and the glass was turned and made squiggles. They looked like something you would win at a Carnival. They clearly read Corona but she wondered if they were real. Em had them on ice so she had to wonder at their authenticity. There were six of them and they looked cool, refreshing, and oh so inviting in the heat of southern Florida.
She wondered if Em had invited anyone else to ‘family’ night. Her sister and brother both lived with their families nearby but Thursday was THEIR night, for THEIR family which consisted of the two of them, two dogs, and three cats. She wasn’t looking forward to entertaining or amusing anyone else after the long day she had put in but the amount of beer and food made her wonder. She heard noises coming from around the back of the house and saw Em and the boys come around the corner. Em was a red-headed Anglo and Melinda smiled as she saw her. Her red head meant her white skin was not a good thing in the sun of southern Florida but she gamely tried time and again to maintain a tan despite her body’s natural tendency to burn. She stood 5’6” was athletically built with broad shoulders she joked she could be a football player with. Her large hands meant she could cover more square inches of skin in a caress and for that alone Melinda could adore her she often teased. She didn’t have the freckles most redheads sported, instead her smooth white skin reminded Melinda of porcelain. When she did manage to tan instead of burn it was an interesting contrast.
The boys saw Melinda immediately and with delighted barks of welcome they rushed up the deck to greet her home after a long day away. She spent a few minutes petting them in greeting as they poked their noses into her hands. She told them how beautiful they were as she smoothed back their curly hair and laughed back into their own laughing faces. Poodles have such expressive eyes. These two though she swore were more intelligent than people. They were their kids though and Melinda and Em loved them just like they were.
“Hey baby, about time you got here, it just started raining” Em greeted her with a smile.
That smile melted Melinda each time she saw it. There was just something there that warmed her heart. Maybe it was the kissy lips, maybe it was the brilliant white teeth, or maybe it was the barely there dimples that captured her attention. Her smile though was nothing to the sparkly hazel eyes that made Melinda speechless each time she looked into them. These momentary lapses had embarrassed her for years but she covered well from long practice.
“It started as I turned on our street” she smiled in return after getting her voice back.
Em leaned down for a kiss and would have ended that with a peck if Melinda hadn’t prolonged it. Em didn’t mind.
When Em had seen Melinda sitting on the deck she too had wanted to let out a joyful bark of welcome like the boys did. Her heart gave a little leap whenever she saw this sexy woman and knew that she belonged to her, she belonged WITH her. The Latina beauty was superbly shaped. Her 36C breasts barely kept in the blouse that Melinda wore, they strained at the fabric. Her coppery skin just ached to be caressed. Something Em indulged in whenever possible. She smiled at the petite brunette from across the yard as she followed the boys onto the deck.
“Are we having guests?” Melinda asked when they came up for air as she indicated the food and the beverages.
Em looked at her preparations “no, I just wanted to be sure we would have leftovers so we didn’t have to cook tomorrow before we went out.”
Melinda had to agree this was a good idea. Neither of them wanted to cook when they knew they were going out to dance. Friday this week had a party planned and rather than eat out and have that expense eating at home would save them a lot of money, not to mention time. Em always insisted they eat before going out especially if they knew they would be drinking.
“What’s with all the beverages” she indicated the funky bottles of Corona.
“Aren’t those a hoot, I found them at Gallaghers” wood burns and breaks down giving them more coals.
Melinda wondered why they needed so many coals but then she spotted the marshmallows, the graham crackers, and the Hershey bars for smores fixings. Em had thought of everything. They’d have some after dinner and make enough to last a few days in the kitchen...maybe. Em had a sweet tooth and god help them if she got her period...those smores with their chocolate would be gone quickly.
As the food sizzled on the grill they each discussed their day. Melinda was always surprised at how much Em could get done in a day. Her multi-tasking capabilities always amazed and astounded people. Em had Melinda laughing at how strenuous her own day was. It was a wonderful thing about her, despite the day being so long and rough, Melinda could look forward to Em making it sound better, her observations usually created a lot of laughter between them.
As Em cooked she made sure to brush or touch against Melinda in an almost casual accidental kind of way. It was more of a ‘I know your there and I can’t wait to touch you moment’ and Melinda was very well aware of it. She wondered sometimes if Em was even aware that she did it anymore, she wasn’t going to ask, she just would enjoy it. She too couldn’t help but want to touch this amazing woman, whenever she had the chance.
“Could you watch this for a moment, I’m going to bring out the salads” Em asked her as they started on their second two foot high beers.
“Sure but saladssss?” she asked questioning the plural.
Em smiled, “yep, I made vegetable and fruit. Again, we will have leftovers!” She opened the sliding French door and the boys followed her in probably hoping she would share some of the delicious smells that were coming from the grill.
“Do you want to eat outside or in?” she called from the kitchen.
“Didn’t you set up at the bar inside?” Melinda called back.
“Yeah, that was in case it poured and you wanted to eat indoors, which would you like?”
Melinda hesitated, she was tired. The beer had mellowed her rough day away but she knew Em’s day had been equally hard and strenuous and she didn’t want to give her any more work than she had to. “Whichever” she answered so as not to commit and let Em decide.
Em almost laughed aloud. Thursdays were always hard days for Melinda at work. People always waited until the last minute to place orders or create problems because tomorrow was Friday and they had to have their products before the weekend. It created a lot of work for Melinda but she weathered it week after week. Em had been in a great mood today and wanted to make their family night extra special for no other reason than she loved to do things for Melinda. When she saw the funky bottles of Corona, she HAD to have them because they would both get so much enjoyment out of them. She thought of dinner on the grill instead of ordering a pizza as they usually did and the smores were just the right touch. As she put three bowls on the carrying tray she covered them with netting to keep off the bugs. These salads would surprise and delight Melinda. Again, there would be a lot of leftovers but with several meals that Em or Melinda would not have to cook for it worked for them.
Melinda got up to open the French door when she saw the armload that Em was bringing out. She raised her eyebrow in surprise as the selection that Em placed on the table. The first was a traditional salad with shredded lettuce, diced tomatoes, shaved carrots, and sliced cucumbers. The second was a jello salad with lettuce, cubed jello, a sprinkling of cheese, and a glob of whipped cream on top. The third was an ambrosia salad they usually saved for special occasions. Its rich sour cream with marshmallows, maraschino cherries, pineapple, and mandarin oranges was expensive and fattening but oh so delicious. Em smiled as she put each of these offerings on the table and took the serving tray back with her into the house not saying a word.
It was no wonder Melinda had thought they were going to have company. The amount of food here was enough to feed an army but she looked forward to their evening meal and the many leftovers they would have over the following few days. Realizing she was letting their shishkabobs burn she quickly turned them on the grill picking up tongs to turn the corn on the cob. The sizzling of the beef and its smell made her mouth water. The boys were panting hopefully as they closed their mouths but left the jaw ajar to get the full ‘flavor’ of the smells of beef on the grill and the chicken. The chicken must have been in teriyaki sauce from the rich aroma that rose as it grilled. Melinda carefully poured some more from the container over the sizzling chicken pieces as it roasted and the drippings sputtered when they met the coals below.
Em came outside with a tray full of their dinner plates, silverware, and condiments and set the table quickly and efficiently before sitting down to her own two foot Corona. Two of their cats came with her and immediately moved to the edge of the deck to watch the rain come down in the back yard. Not for the world would they leave the deck and get wet. The boys watched their smaller friends hoping for but not getting a little chasing action. The cats ignored them with disdain only a cat can show.
Melinda watched Em out of the corner of her eye as she tried to maneuver her bottle to her mouth, it was almost too long for her arm and she couldn’t help but grin at her efforts to drink the cool beverage from the ridiculous glass bottle. Em was right, the bottles were terrific and would be a funny addition to a shelf in their game room.
Finally dinner was cooked and they could sit down. They had talked non-stop discussing their day and providing input and opinions to each other’s jobs. Melinda worked as a sales consultant in a blind company that her sister owned. Em worked as a public relations expert for the city they lived in. They both met demanding people wherever they went and while neither was passionate about their jobs they enjoyed them and it provided them with a living.
Neither of them were big eaters but each sampled a little of everything. By the time all the smores were made and stored in plastic bowls as little treats for the coming week they were both pleasantly full. The grill had burned down to a few remaining coals and Em stuck a few marshmallows on the coals themselves to burn and make a nice fragrance. They laughed as they gave each of the ‘boys’ a marshmallow to eat. Watching the dogs eat these spongy treats was hilarious. The boys didn’t realize they were dogs so they ate everything ‘their’ humans did.
Em helped clean up and store their veritable feast. They made sure the automatic feeder was full for the dogs and their water dish full. Em checked the cat feeder which was kept on the wide counter back from where either dog could reach it. Everything was stored in the kitchen, cleaned up inside and out, and they retired comfortably to the couch. Em sat leaning against Melinda as she caressed the redhead’s long dark hair. Em turned on the television for their favorite television show ‘Grey’s Anatomy’. It came on at 9 every Thursday which was why they had designated Thursday nights ‘family night’ and never missed it. This particular episode had been a long time in coming. It was their famous musical event and they both had been eagerly awaiting it. It was one of the many reasons Em had made this ‘family night’ extra special with their feast.
Neither of them felt like opening the plastic containers with chips and popcorn they were so full from dinner but each helped themselves to their third and last two foot Corona for the show. The normal glass bottles had been put away in the fridge for another time.
The show was just lovely. Each of them loved how the producers of the show had integrated Callie Torres’ and Arizona Robins accident into a musical. They had both wondered how lame it would be when they had heard that the show was going to do this. It wasn’t lame at all, instead they used current and popular songs. It was tastefully done. The actress who played Callie had an amazing and dynamic voice. She had won a Tony Award on Broadway years ago so that was to be expected. The drama held them throughout the hour long show and when Callie woke up and said she was going to marry Arizona they both smiled. It was a delightful end to their eventful day. Both of them were pleasantly sated from their long evening.
“I’m going to hit the shower” Em told her as she got up from Melinda’s wandering hands. Not that she hadn’t enjoyed it. She wondered if Melinda realized she had caressed, petted, and aroused her for an entire hour, but now she needed a shower. The wetness between her legs wasn’t from the sweaty heat of the day and Melinda had given her an idea of how to end their delightful evening.
“I’m just going to catch the news” Melinda said absentmindedly, her mind wasn’t on the tv at that moment, she was instead distracted by her girlfriend’s body. She could smell the scent of Em’s arousal.
Em hurried in the shower washing the stickiness from between her legs as she shaved her under arms and legs. Using liquid body soap she lathered up her body once more before washing her long tresses with shampoo. Turning off the shower she stood there a second before brushing her hair out as she thought about how aroused she became around Melinda. Sometimes it bothered her how wet she was all the time, almost in heat. She wore panty liners not because she wanted to save her expensive lingerie but because they were wet all the time when Melinda was around. The odor was sometimes embarrassing when it overflowed like it had tonight. Not that she didn’t like the odor, she did but it was a good thing they were home together because Melinda could arouse her anytime, anyplace and frequently did.
Em was brushing her long tresses out when Melinda came into their bedroom and began to get out of her clothes. Em paused as she watched her from the mirror that was positioned to look out beyond the bathroom door to their adjoining bedroom. As she pulled off her blouse the beautiful smooth skin was revealed. As more and more of it showed up as she removed her clothing Em’s strokes with the brush slowed. Melinda caught her staring and smiled a knowing smile. In bra and panties she approached the bathroom door.
“Something wrong?” she asked with a little arch in her eyebrow. Her dark brown eyes sparkled with something more than laughter as she watched the naked redhead in the mirror. Her long red hair glistened under the lights and normally Melinda would have admired it but it was the hazel green eyes that held her at this moment.