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“This way,” he said, “you can have all the pleasure without having to change nappies and lose the shape of those beautiful tits of yours.”

I guess I can see where he’s coming from.

We’re still talking about it of course. If I had my way, we’d discuss it weekly after the latest episode of One Born. He doesn’t come down to watch it with me anymore. That’s a shame. For me, it remains the hottest show on the box.

I
never imagined what it might be like to make love outside. I was a student and I was out with a bunch of friends. It started with dinner and a drink, we went to a club and when we came out none of us wanted to go home.

As far as I can remember, there were six of us.

Rupert and Liz were an item. Those two had been together since the first term. Nobody thought it would last, but they ended up getting married and having kids. Last I heard they were living on the coast and studying turtles. I loved those guys. Liz was always so easy to talk to. Rupert was always the real gentleman, holding doors and holding your coat for you to slip your arms into. He wasn’t much to look at though. His teeth seemed too big for his mouth and his hair looked like it had been cut by his mum.

Joolz was lovely. She lived across the hall from me and was always up for a laugh. That girl had had more men than lectures, but that wasn’t difficult – she spent more of her time studying the opposite sex than her she did for her physics degree.

Ravi looked like a god. His Sri Lankan skin had been blessed with the perfect colour and his smile could warm a room. He was wearing a summer jacket and a light cotton shirt that night, with a pair of white flared trousers and a pair of strappy sandals.

I was with Ron. Or at least I was supposed to be. I’d asked him to come along because I’d been watching him for weeks. He was tall and muscular with strong features and dark hair. He was studying politics and I always reckoned he’d end up as prime-minister one day. That particular night, he’d been an utter cad. In the club, he made it increasingly obvious that he fancied Joolz. I couldn’t be offended – Joolz just exuded something that men couldn’t resist. I asked her about it once. She said that she just made it obvious that she was going to put out and then they buzzed around her honey pot like swarms of horny bees.

We ended up in the park.

Liz had the idea of staying up to watch the dawn come up.

I can’t imagine doing that any more, but we all agreed.

The mood was bright at first. We were all still tipsy from the booze and Ron had bought a bottle of wine from the bar for us to share. It was a full bodied red with a hint of blackberries. As the night chilled it helped to keep us warm.

We began as one happy group. There was lots of laughter and the boys would do something daft every so often. Forward rolls and wrestling and the like.

After a while, though, we started to break into couples.

Ron was all over Joolz like weeds in a garden. He was trying to keep it cool, but it was embarrassing watching him put on his slippery routine. I can’t believe I’d ever found him attractive.

Liz and Rupert cuddled in.

That left me with Ravi.

You might think that I’d have just gone home, but Ravi was fascinating.

He made me laugh with gentle jokes. He told me stories about his travels that made him so interesting. He explained all the skeletons of his family history and how he’d come to university to escape. He even gave me his jacket when I shivered, even though I protested. His deep, dark eyes were hypnotising me and before long, I forgot all about everything else in the world.

Every time we altered position, we found ourselves that little bit closer together than we had been previously. I remember the first time our arms touched. He was soft and firm and when I got goose-bumps it had nothing to do with the temperature.

Liz and Rupert gave up on waiting for the dawn first, even though it had been Liz’s idea. They were never that robust. Rupert was always a bit of a wimp. He said he had a headache and needed to go home.

Joolz and Ron took that as their cue. Ron followed her home with his tongue dragging along the pavement. Joolz told me later that he wasn’t bad in the sack, but he didn’t manage to last for long. They hooked up a few more times after that. It was never more than casual between them.

It didn’t matter to Ravi and I. We were there to see the sun rise.

The light changed first and birds started singing. It was hardly a dawn chorus and just seemed to be the odd early riser that gave us its tune.  By the time the sun eventually peered over the horizon above the lake, the birds were performing like an orchestra. A strip of warm pink glowed along the water. It was like the world was smiling.

It was beautiful.

Ravi and I sat in silence watching.

I didn’t even notice it happening, but Ravi was holding my hand. His touch was gentle and his skin warm. As soon as I realised, I looked up into his face. There were those deep, richly coloured eyes of his looking right into mine. We still didn’t speak. We just leaned in together and let out mouths touch.

The caress of his lips was like velvet. I could taste the remnants of the blackberries on his tongue. Our kisses were gentle and tender, at least to begin with.

I got completely lost in the moment. When his hand slipped under my blouse, my stomach shuddered with delight. He took his time working his fingers up to my breast and when he finally touched me there, it sent sparkles around my body. He squeezed me and explored the shape before sliding his hand inside the cup to find my hard, expectant nipple.

A gasp escaped my mouth.

As if we’d been given a signal, we lowered out bodies until we were lying down.

My pussy was yearning for action. It was crying out to the rest of my body and needed satisfying. I was hungry for him and desperate to have him inside me.

He removed my panties in such a way that I barely felt them against my legs. I lay back and spread myself for him. He put his cock inside me and I came immediately, the shudders and delight making me laugh out loud.

It wasn’t the only orgasm I had that night. He teased my insides with gentle thrusts and made love to me like a prince.

I lay there, my fingers playing in the grass and getting wet in the dew of the early morning.

When I looked around, the daisies looked like stars fallen from the sky and the dew sparkled like diamonds scattered on a green carpet.

E
ric fixes my car.

He’s got those dark Mediterranean good looks and an Italian accent to die for.

When I take the car in, I always make a special effort when I’m dressing. My tops are always tight and I rarely wear a bra. I either put on a short skirt or the tightest of my jeans.

He always comments on my looks. Whatever he says, he makes my knees weak.

He always wears his overalls when he’s working. I like it best when he’s under a car when I get there. I get to look at his legs and imagine what’s at the top of them.

When I ring the bell, he slides out on his little trolley and his face beams at me with his smile.

The first thing he does when he’s up is to unzip his overalls. He takes the zipper right down to bottom and takes his time coming over.

He knows I’m looking. What woman wouldn’t?

His stomach is tanned and perfectly tight. The muscles are defined as clearly as if they’d been sculpted from stone. Down the middle runs the thinnest line of black hair. It runs over his tiny belly button and down to his shorts. Sometimes there are grease stains over his torso.

If it’s very hot in the workshop, he slips the whole of the top half of his overalls off.

OMG!

His body is one of the wonders of the world. Of the universe even.

He’s not a big guy, but he feels enormous when he gets in close. He’s lean and shaped like an athlete. When he lifts his arms to wipe his brow, the air fills with the odour of his manhood. It’s a sweet and sour scent that arouses my sex. I imagine reaching over and touching the mess of hair in his armpit, pulling it gently and reeling him in towards me.

I always book my car in for work in the summer. It makes sense, no?

Nothing’s ever happened. Not in real life. But when I’m horny or when Simon is working away on those letters of his, what I imagine is this.

It’s just another hot day in the garage. I go in and Eric slips out from under the car he’s working on. It’s not any old car. It’s a fiery red Ferrari with a long bonnet and a hungry engine. He comes over and slips off his overalls just like I’ve described.

I don’t hold back. Instead, I reach forward and lay my fingers on his chest. I trace circles around his perfect nipples and then stroke his stomach. I feel the rock hard muscles and push against them.

“What are you doing?” he asks in that accent of his.

“You look like you need a looking over yourself. Why not let me give you a service you won’t be forgetting any time soon? Come on. Let me see what you’ve got under the hood.”

“But you’re married. Your husband...” I don’t let him finish. I push him in the chest all the way back to the car. His legs are blocked by the Ferrari. I keep pushing.

“Oh no. Not here. What about the paintwork?”

I don’t take no for an answer. I push him all the way back. “You’ll just have to lie still, won’t you Eric.”

When he’s lying down, I kneed before him. I grab the overalls and pull them down around his ankles.

He may have been protesting about what I was doing, but the bulge in his briefs tells a different story. His cock is pushing so hard at the material that I think it might tear.

It would be a terrible shame to waste a good set of underwear. Taking him out seems like the only way to save it. I tug at the elastic around his waist and out he springs like a diver on a board.

What Eric doesn’t have in height, he sure makes up for in length. And girth.

His cock’s huge. It stands proud in front of me, pulsing and throbbing like it needs action.

I’m not going to let him down.

I put send out my tongue to meet him. First I lick his tight foreskin and circle ever closer to the bottom of his helmet. He tastes sour, like the odour of his armpits in the summer. I love it.

Eric moans. He says something, but it’s Italian. Even though I don’t understand what he’s saying, his words ignite me. I take him fully in my mouth and slide up and down along his shaft until he’s as deep inside me as I can manage. He groans again and comes out with a little more Italian.

It’s too much. I put my hands between my legs and let my fingers find my spot. I work it hard and fast, unable to control myself. He’s driving me wild. I go harder and faster on his cock and feel his muscles tighten. I put my spare hand under his balls and squeeze hard. Soon as I do that they bounce and throb and his fluid gushes into my throat like hot lava from an erupting volcano.

The salty taste of the sea and the heat fills me and alerts my pussy. I throw my head back and scream as my orgasm flows up through my stomach and into my mind. It’s the best feeling of all and it seems to go on forever.

When we’re both still, I kiss his shrinking penis and put it back inside his briefs. I stand up and pull him up from the car. I take each of his arms and put them back in the sleeves of his overalls, then zip him right up to the top.

I lean forward to kiss him. Instead, I bite his lips.

When I turn around, I don’t say goodbye. I just make sure I give my hips and extra swing as I walk out and leave him to do whatever it is he does to those engines.

T
here was this one occasion when Simon was away on business and I’d just been to Eric the mechanic’s to pick up my car.

The temperature just didn’t fall that evening. I had a couple of long, slow cocktails by the pool and then I heard my iPad ringing.

I went inside and took the call.

It was Simon.

He was in some boring hotel room where everything was clean and tidy but somehow lacked soul.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” I told him right back.

“Are you having a nice day?” I could tell he wasn’t. He had the top button of his shirt open and the knot of his tie had slipped down a couple of inches. He always looks like that when he’s stressed. If he’d been relaxed, he’d have been straight out of his work clothes and into something more comfortable.

“Yeah, it’s been fine. I’m a bit tired, that’s all.”

I didn’t like seeing him like that, not with him being so far away and everything.

“I’m missing you honey,” I told him. “As in really missing you.”

I pushed the camera a little further away so that he could see more of me, then I unbuttoned the top of my shorts.

“I’m missing you too darling,” he said, but I’m not sure he’d got the point.

I slid my hand down inside my panties and started to rub.

At first it was just to try and make him happy. When I saw the look on Simon’s face, his mouth open and his eyes bulging, it started to click together.

“I’m really missing you honey,” I said. This time my words sounded like purrs.

“I want you so bad,” he said. “I really do.” His hands fumbled somewhere beneath the camera. I couldn’t see anything, but I knew what was going on. “I want to fuck you baby.”

I’d never heard him talk like that before. It was the first time he’d sworn in front of me. That’s what turned me on.

“I want to fuck you hard. I want to grab your tits and take you from behind like an animal. You hear?” I barely recognised my husband. It must have been tough at the conference. “I want to give you the best fucking of your life. Better than all the others. Me and you babe. It’s just me and you.”

My fingers were energised by his words. They worked faster. I popped my middle finger inside and rubbed at my G-spot.

“And you’ll never do it with anyone else. Ever. You hear? You’re mine now. Mine forever.”

The image at the other end of the screen started to shake. His lips were pursed and a film of sweat formed over his brow.

“Come in me honey. Come in me now.”