My Erotica – Out to Dry (9 page)

He pulled the
fabric towards himself and then lowered it a few inches.

Her right
breast fell free, small and firm, with a large dark nipple looking
for his attention.

He was so
aroused, as was she, obviously.

Their faces
closed in, their lips destined to meet.

He could smell
her perfume, her hair, and her lips.

Their lips
brushed against each other’s softly.

Her eyes held
such depth, such a depth of emotion, he swam in them.

Their mouths
played with each others, soft, momentary touches, slight
explorations, seeking the right moment for full engagement.

He took her
exposed breast in his hand and cupped it. He felt its weight, its
warmth, it's sensuality. She moaned.

He was drawn to
her breast.

Their mouths
intertwined and explored each other’s. Her moist lips sucked his
tongue.

Suddenly she
pulled away, “Darling, what if your wife has not left yet, I think
we should wait until she leaves.”

She kissed him,
put her breast away into her swimsuit and stood and checked that
she was respectable.

Then she looked
down at him, patted the front of his pants down and said, “And you
should become respectable too,” she giggled. He loved that giggle
of hers.

“I will go and
make sure your wife has everything and that she has gone.”

She walked off
with her very sexy bottom wiggling in front of his eyes.

Phew, what was
happening, what was happening between him and this woman? He
couldn't believe how intensely he wanted Katrina. He hoped she was
feeling the same way.

SEX

He walked back
to the house, and his meeting with destiny. He walked into the
house; his wife appeared to have left.

Katrina stood
in the middle of the kitchen, waiting.

He walked
toward her slowly and stood inches from her.

He knew he had
to make the first move, he was the man and he was the employer.

So he put his
arms around her and held her close.

He kissed her
cheek, she turned her mouth towards him and their mouths
touched.

His body
tingled with excitement, as though it was the first time he had
ever kissed a girl.

She pulled away
for a moment and removed her bathing suit straps.

She looked at
his eyes as her breasts felt free.

He looked at
her gorgeous breasts, he needed them, and he had to have them. He
reached for one breast, held it in his hand and moved forward and
kissed it softly. He felt her body respond.

They were like
young lovers.

The sexual
tension was building; the hunger would soon overtake them.

She decided
everything for them. She pushed her bathing suit down further; she
exposed her belly, and then her sex. The skin shivered from the
excitement. The bathing suit fell to her ankles and she stood there
naked before him.

She stepped out
of the bathing suit and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed
him with determination.

“Please take
me, my love,” she whispered into my ear. “I need you, I want you
inside me.”

She put her
fingers down into his bathers and pulled out her prize.

She stroked him
and looked down at it.

She turned and
bent over the kitchen table, she offered herself to him.

They didn't
need words now, he took her and eased himself into her, they became
one, their bodies connected, their minds connected, their spirits
connected. He couldn't ever remember feeling intensity such as
this.

He made love to
her slowly, his cock moving in and out of her body, she responded
to every movement.

His hands held
her breasts; they were still deliciously cool from her swim in the
pool.

“Cum inside me
my love, I want you so much.”

As she urged
him, he held her tight and then came powerfully.

“Oh yes my
love, oh yes, so beautiful, come inside me.”

She clenched
his penis with her body, milking all his seed into her blissful
tightness.

They held each
other and kissed.

She looked into
his eyes, “I love you Brian,” she said tenderly.

Without any
hesitation he whispered to her, “I love you too, Katrina.”

They hugged and
stood there in the middle of the kitchen naked, and far too
innocent.

Outside the
window, hidden from view of the new lovers, his wife smiled to
herself, her plan was working.

She walked back
up the road to where she had parked her car and drove off to her
lover’s home, where she planned on staying the night.

She melted into
the arms of her secret lover; they went to bed and made passionate
love.

Afterwards, she
called her husband, “Hello darling, something has come up and I am
going to stay here tonight, one of the girls needs a bit of
emotional support.”

She giggled as
she hung up.

At the other
end of the line her husband was ecstatic.

He told Katrina
about the phone call, and then they walked upstairs, hand in hand,
and spent the night in her bed, a night of uncontrolled passion and
love.

By the next
morning he was so completely infatuated with Katrina that he would
do anything to be with her.

He wanted to
spend as much time as he could with her, and it seemed that he was
in luck because his wife was spending a lot of time away from
home.

It was
perfect.

For months they
made love at every opportunity, spent all their spare time
together.

And then one
day she sat Brian down and said she has some important news for
him.

“Darling, I am
not sure if there is an easy way to say this but you know all that
wild love we have been making over the past few months, well, there
is a consequence, I am pregnant.”

He look at her,
he was stunned.

Then he reached
out to her and held Katrina and said, “I love you my darling, I
will marry you and look after you.”

“I want to
spend the rest of my life with you.”

She beamed and
hugged up him close, “Oh Brian,” she said and then started to
cry.

“But you are
married my love, you can't marry me as well.”

“That's ok,” he
said, “I will speak to her and get a divorce.”

In Brian’s view
of the world it was all so simple.

How wrong he
was.

MURDER!

The next day he
told his wife he wanted to talk to her, it was Katrina’s day off
and she had gone to the city for some shopping and a doctor’s
appointment.

He took a deep
breath and then began.

He decided on
the simple and direct approach.

“For the past
few months,” he said, “I have been having an affair with
Katrina.”

He found it odd
that his wife didn't really show any reaction.

She smiled at
him and said, “Yes I know that dear.”

“I am fully
aware of your affair with your Irish slut.”

He bristled at
her tone and language, so condescending.

“You see
darling, I arranged it so the affair would happen.”

His jaw
dropped.

“What do you
mean?” he asked slowly.

“Well darling,
you are always crapping on about sex and having a maid and all your
shit about sex, so I decided to let you have a maid. I made sure
she was sexy and available and would fall for you, and I gave you
both the opportunity to be together.”

“But why?”
Brian asked, still not able to figure it all out.

“Oh my god, you
are so naive and innocent, aren't you?”

“I have been
having an affair for the past six months and I figured the best way
to get my own free time was for you to have your own bit of
pussy.”

Brian’s eyes
popped out of his head.

He didn't know
what to say, but instead of thinking before opening his mouth he
blurted out, “She is pregnant!”

His wife
stopped her gloating and stared at him, “Oh, my god, you are such a
stupid fuck, aren't you?”

“You couldn't
be content just poking her silly little cunt, you had to make her
pregnant and fuck everything up.”

“I should have
known, an Irish woman wouldn't use contraceptives!”

“Oh you are
such a silly boy.”

She stood there
thinking for a moment, then she turned to him and said, “Leave it
with me, I will fix it up.”

Then she
stormed off shaking her head.

Brian was
stunned, and now he had no idea what to do.

That evening
when Katrina arrived back home he spoke to her and discussed the
incident with his wife.

He hugged her,
confirmed his love for her and told her it would be ok.

Unfortunately
the next day he had to leave for the continent for a few days
business.

He reassured
her and said he would be back as soon as he could.

It was the last
time he saw her.

When he
returned from his trip to Europe he found that Katrina had
disappeared. His wife met him at the doorway and told him that
Katrina had gone. Brian rushed to Katrina’s room, all her clothes
were gone.

There was no
note, nothing to tell him what had happened.

He couldn't
understand it.

He looked at
his wife.

“Don’t look at
me,” she said, “all I did was have a bit of a talk with her.”

“Yeh, right,”
he said, “you probably paid her off.”

“Oh don't be a
jerk,” she said,” I did what needed to be done to solve this
problem”. Then she stormed off.

“I am going to
see Henry,” she said, “and I won't be back tonight. You can sit
here pulling yourself off, as per usual.”

Once she was
gone, he went back to Katrina’s room, he couldn't understand
it.

And then in the
corner of the room he found some blood on the floor.

He was
shocked.

He edged out of
the room and ran for the phone.

He called the
police, and told them of Katrina’s disappearance and the blood on
the floor.

That evening
flew by, the police came, questioned him, checked his statements,
took samples of blood and fingerprints from around the room.

Then they went
to find his wife.

By dawn, she
had been arrested with the murder of Katrina.

After this,
Brian went through his life like an automaton.

He couldn't
function without Katrina; his wife was pushed through the legal
system and found guilty of Katrina’s murder. He divorced her.

He decided to
take long leave from work with a view to retiring sometime in the
next year; once he could get his life started again.

He looked a
wreck; to his friends he was completely lost.

He had no life
left.

Every now and
then he would just disappear, for weeks on end and everybody just
felt pity for him.

They encouraged
him to find a new woman to start a new life but he said that he
couldn’t, he just didn't have the heart to try again.

His friends
became concerned as he became more and more reclusive.

He disappeared
from his normal life more and more.

Then one day he
sat down with a few close friends and told them of his plans to
move to Australia and start again.

They all
thought it was a great idea and encouraged him to move on with his
life.

He was pleased
that he had their support and assured them that once he was settled
in Down Under he would contact them and let them know how he was
going.

He shook hands
with them all and exchanged good wishes. They didn’t really expect
to hear from him again.

Over the next
month he closed his bank accounts, sold the house and cashed up
completely.

Then he
left.

LOVE

The woman with
the long blond hair entered the supermarket for her weekly
shopping. She greeted the staff and exchanged views on the
weather.

She said her
husband was returning after a long work stint overseas. They were
all most excited for her.

She pushed her
trolley down the aisles humming to herself and wiggling her hips,
she was feeling so excited about her evening.

She paid for
her goods with cash, she always used cash, and waved the girls
goodbye.

“Goodbye luv,”
said the store owner, “We hope it goes well for you tonight,
Georgina.” She winked knowingly.

The blonde
smiled, “I am sure it will,” she said.

Half an hour
later she arrived at her remote country farmhouse, there was a car
in the drive way.

She jumped from
her car and ran to the door.

There was man
waiting for her. She leapt into his arms and kissed him
passionately.

“Oh my god,”
she said, “I have waited so long for this darling.”

“I have waited
so long to be in your arms again and to know you don't have to go
away anymore, to know you are mine, all mine.”