5 Story Boxed Set: The Curves Love at First Sight Collection (BBW Love at First Sight Erotic Romance: Erotica with Curvy Girls & Gorgeous Guys) (8 page)

“Or you could stay,” he said seriously. “After all,
your
stuff is already in
your
room.”

She smiled back up at him, realizing what his invitation meant.

“Only if you join me,” she quipped and kissed him again.

THE END

Private Curves

Description:
 When Jennifer gets off of work early, she hopes that she relax with a few friends down at the local bar.  But when a handsome man, takes notice of her, she can't help wonder just what it would be like to let herself go and enjoy an evening with the well-built stranger.  Now, they are off alone in the private back room and his strong hands are sliding up the soft curve of her full hips and he if he has his way, Jennifer will be anything but relaxed.

It was the worst first date that Jennifer ever had.

She left the restaurant rolling her eyes at how badly things had gone. She hadn’t expected to meet Mr. Right when she signed up for an internet-dating site, but she hadn’t expected to meet every single Mr. Rude, Mean & Stupid in the city either.

This date had probably been the worst yet. She had seen his type before. The standard pick up artist trying every little trick he had learned from other desperate men. If he thought that she was going to fall for that type of thing, he was certainly new to the city. She had stayed only long enough to excuse herself, cancel her order with the waiter and leave the restaurant.

She looked at her watch as she approached the Griffin. Her tenth date this month, and it was over in time for happy hour. Pathetic.

But at least she wasn’t alone.

Jennifer waved to her friend Amber as soon as she arrived. Though Amber was sitting at a table near the bar, it still took Jennifer a few minutes to make her way through the crowded tables to greet her.

Amber stood as Jennifer approached and then gave her a big hug, “Hey girl, you look like you need a drink.”

“Tell me about it,” she said, placing her purse on the seat saved nearby. “It was awful.”

Her friend arched her brow. “It couldn’t have been that bad,” she said, waving to the waiter, “but I’ll make it a double.”

Amber was a thin blonde, stunning and tall. Jennifer couldn’t help but think that if a woman like Amber had shown up, her bad date might have gone a bit different. Amber was the kind of woman that made men trip over themselves.

“It wasn’t just bad, it was probably the worst date I ever had. I walked out, Amber. I just left, it was so awful.” Jennifer said as they both sat down.

Amber giggled just a bit. “It couldn’t have been that bad could it? He seemed so nice on line.”

“It wasn’t just that bad, it was worse. He was rude, mean and surly. He started by snapping at the waiter, and complaining about the service, and the salads hadn’t even arrived.”

“But, you chatted with him online, you said he had a degree, a good job.”

“Had. Yes. At one time, he was employed. Apparently, now he is between jobs.” Jennifer sighed.

“Well, I think the problem is you. You think too much and…” she began, waving at the waiter once more. She turned her attention to him briefly, ordered their drinks and resumed her sentence without missing a beat, “…it gets in the way. You have to stop planning and start living. Like me. I met this guy last weekend…”

Jennifer listened as Amber went on about her latest conquest—some guy from Miami, this time. Amber always had good stories—she was a bit of a free spirit—and Jennifer loved to live vicariously through them. But Amber was right, she never had the nerve to just jump into a relationship like Amber did.

But somewhere between Amber getting laid and falling in love again, Jennifer sighed and started looking around the bar. Maybe Amber was right. Maybe Jennifer did think to much and not live enough. Maybe…

And that was when something more intriguing called her attention to the bar.

Across the counter was a pair of piercing blue eyes, undressing her already, and below them was a striking smile. She’d never seen him before, but something about this man caught her eye and wouldn’t let go.

He smiled, and she smiled back.

“Oh my gawd,” Amber gasped suddenly. “You’re not even listening are you?”

Jennifer turned to her quickly, dazed. She wasn’t sure if she’d missed something important, failed to answer a question or simply been caught flirting with the man across the bar. “What?”

“You’re funny,” her friend laughed. “Here I am going on and on about my crazy love life and my poor friend here,” she pinched her arm, teasingly, “hasn’t been laid in months!”

She had a way with words and Jennifer had to give it to her. Amber always got right to the point.

“I should probably apologize,” Amber continued. “I didn’t mean to rub it in.”

“No,” Jennifer stammered. “It’s no big deal. Really.”

“Hush,” Amber told her. “I should be sorry. After all, I’ve had how many boyfriends since you and John split up?”

“Four,” Jennifer uttered without thinking.

“Four, that can’t be right… ” Amber exclaimed, counting on her fingers. “There was Rick and then Brian.” She paused, seemingly in deep thought. “Then Andrew…and well I guess if you only count boyfriends that may be right, but you can’t forget that night with Austin or Jake’s crazy weekend getaway—oh, never mind! The point is there’s been plenty.”

Amber frowned, and added seriously, “But you never get past the first date. I think it’s time to stop trying to research guys and just try to meet them.”

Jennifer couldn’t help but turn to look toward where the man with the steely blue gaze was sitting. Blushing, she realized that he was still looking over at her.

“Who’s that?” Amber inquired. “He is staring at you like nobody’s business!”

Jennifer sighed. When Amber caught a glimpse of a handsome man, he usually went home with her. Jennifer on the other hand wasn’t used to men making eyes at her from across the bar.

“You should totally go talk to him,” Amber offered.

That took Jennifer by surprise and she turned abruptly toward her best friend. “Me? I can’t do that.”

“Why not? Go talk to him,” she repeated, lowering her voice. “Or better yet, forget about getting to know him, just take him to the bathroom and show him what you really want!”

“Shut up,” Jennifer dismissed.

“I’m serious, girl. Have some fun, loosen up. You can’t tell me you’ve never thought about doing something like that before.”

Jennifer didn’t even have to think about answering to that. She had thought about it, but it wasn’t like her to act on things like that. Sex with a stranger, in a public place? It was a fantasy, something people read about but never really do. It was for other women, different women…wild women. Women like Amber.

Amber teased her more, making it painfully obvious in front of the man who only had eyes for Jennifer.

“Stop it,” Jennifer laughed, “you know that’s not my kind of thing – picking up some stranger in a bar and,” she whispered the next words with embarrassment, “
bedding him
in the bathroom. Seriously?”

Amber flashed a stern look and a sly smile. “Yes. Seriously.”

Jennifer knew she was caught. Even through the arguing, her friend could tell she was lying. It was her thing…if only she’d let go of her inhibitions and submit to her secret fantasy.

“I know you,” she said. “I’ll bet there’s a hot and steamy romantic underneath all those conservative clothes.”

Amber kept nudging her, practically off the edge of her seat already.

“Okay, okay,” Jennifer fought her off, “I’ll go talk to him, after I get a drink in me.”

“Perfect timing,” Amber gushed, as the waiter placed two martinis on the counter in front of them. “Bottom’s up!”

She handed Jennifer her drink and nudged her once more.

Jennifer swallowed hard, held her drink and then raised it to her lips. Glancing at her handsome suitor, she toasted to him and threw half of it back in one gulp. “Here goes nothing,” she breathed.

“That’s a girl,” she heard Amber say.

Jennifer walked deliberately, claiming the ground as she made her way through the other patrons. She quickly unfastened the top two buttons of her blouse and uncoiled her hair until it spilled down over her shoulders. This wasn’t going to be easy, she reasoned, but it could be fun, and it had been a long time since she had had some fun.

Walking toward Mr. Blue Eyes, she smiled. He tried to greet her, but Jennifer ignored his introduction. Names were too intimate, she decided.

Taking his tie in her hand, she guided him up out of his seat and led him like a dog on a leash. Surprisingly, he followed without resistance.

Jennifer arched her brow with confidence as she and her conquest made their way past Amber.

“Don’t wait up,” she teased, leading the man toward a narrow hallway and the back of the bar.

She quickly found the door to the women’s restroom and tried to push it open. It was locked. She turned to the men’s room and found it too was occupied.

“Damn,” she stammered. That put a wrench in her plan and stopped her cold.

The man grabbed her hand, slipping his fingers between hers and pulled her toward him. “This room looks open,” he smiled, pointing to a room that said, “Private, Employees Only.”

Jennifer stared into his deep blue eyes and imagined what his hands could do to her if they were alone already. Her gaze moved to the room and back, wondering if she really had the nerve to go for it. Before she could decide, she felt herself nodding in agreement.

“What’s your name—” he started to ask, but she cut him off.

“Nope,” she breathed, falling into his embrace and pushing him backward through the doorway and into a small office. “You don’t need to know my name, and I don’t want to know yours. Just get in here and take me.”

It was all the permission he needed. His lips pressed hard against hers and she moaned into the kiss. His tongue danced across her lips even as he pushed the door shut and locked it behind her.

Their lips were locked in a heated embrace and her hand slid up his muscled chest and felt his muscles flexed beneath the fabric, begging to be touched.

“Take this off,” she ordered, and seconds later his shirt was on the floor.

Jennifer burned with desire. Her face flushed with heat and her body temperature rose like she was on fire.

His hands were all over her, desperate with passion, as they explored her every curve. Wherever they touched her, she felt like she was on fire. His hands reached for her blouse and pulled it up and over her head revealing a lacy black bra. He cupped her full breast in his hands, teasing her sensitive nipple with his fingers and driving her wild. She gasped as threads of pleasure danced down between her legs and suddenly, she was desperate for more.

Grabbing his hand, she moved it lower, until it was on her soft thighs, his fingers squeezing her and sliding along her leg.

“Just touch me,” she breathed, as his strong fingers slid up her sensitive inner thigh and she spread her legs for him.

His hands quickly found her warmth, as he slid his fingers along her wet panties and stroked her most secret of places. His touch made her squeal with desire.

“You’re so wet,” he moaned, pulling her panties aside.

With one hand between her soft thighs and the other free, he reached up and removed her supple breast from her bra and took it in his mouth. His warm tongue teased her nipple and it hardened under his breath.

Stumbling backward, she suddenly found herself pressed hard against the desk.

“Take these off too,” she demanded, tugging on his belt until it was free of his trousers.

She quickly unfastened them and shoved her hand inside. His shaft was warm and stiff, and instantly throbbed within her grip.

“Oh my god, you’re so big,” she moaned. She hadn’t been with a guy in forever, and never a guy this big. She slid her hands up and down along him, wondering just what it would be like to have a man like this. And more, wondering if she could really handle it.

Finally, she decided, and whispered, “I want you inside me,
right now
.”

Jennifer pulled his face up until their eyes met. Her breaths were short and shallow, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait to fulfill her fantasy. He was breathless too, staring at her as if waiting for her to make the next move.

She kissed him hard once more, their tongues tangling passionately while she hiked her skirt up around her hips and ripped her panties down. Bracing herself on the desk behind her, she felt the cold metal against her skin.

Her partner aided in peeling her panties down past her soft thighs, and pulled his trousers around his knees in the process. Jennifer removed his swollen manhood and stroked it in her hands. She felt more warm wetness slip from her as she spread her plump legs and pulled him near.

Between kisses, Jennifer slipped his hard member up her soft thigh, his tender head throbbing against her femininity. She could feel the heat of his sex as he buried it between her lips. Then, he grabbed her hips and thrust himself forward.

“Oh yes,” she squealed, taking all of him at once, and feeling overwhelmed at the sensations he was creating. It felt like he was tearing her in two, his large rod, opening her, plunging deep inside, taking her.