The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 17: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women (16 page)

“Oh yes…,” she gasped as her body came alive with the enjoyment of sex. She reached around the young man’s body to take hold of the taut ass cheeks and held on as he started to thrust at her. The long, deep strokes took her breath away and she pushed up against the weight pressing down on her. She could sense her heart pounding as their sweat mingled and the elation took hold as the rhythm of the sex increased.

Rob’s body was slapping on hers as he fucked in with increasing force and she urged him on to more. Her nails dug in the taut ass and she grinned as her lover clenched his buttocks. She started to moan as the cock slammed in her and she could feel her clit being stroked as Rob’s body pressed on her. It was bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm and she started to writhe around as she reached the brink.

Grace’s passionate scream rang around the room as her body lit up. She moved her hands higher on her lover’s body and pulled him down on her as the shudders gripped her. Rob fucked in deep and groaned as the spasms of the pussy walls rippled around his thick length. He pressed forward to grind his erection inside her pussy and the excitement of the sensation carried Grace up to a moment of bliss that she didn’t want to end. She writhed around under the muscular body as the peak of the climax shook her, but slowly sensed the shudders dying down as the orgasm passed.

Rob’s chest was heaving and his craving for a release took hold. He pushed himself up on straightened arms as Grace’s hands moved back to his ass cheeks. They gripped him tightly and pulled him into her and he was quickly fucking wet pussy with a growing passion. His breathing became labored as he pushed himself on and the pleasure built in his balls until there was no holding it back.

The thrill of a climax finally took hold and he fucked in deep as he finally let go. Grace tightened her grip on his butt to pull him inside and shuddered as the strong spurts of white splashed her pussy walls. She closed her eyes as the cock continued to unload and groaned when Rob finally pressed his weight down on her again. He was breathing heavily and she brought her hand up to stroke his hair as he tried to recover.

“That’s some exercise you teach,” she teased and Rob lifted his head to grin at her.

“I’m not sure who’s doing the teaching,” he replied as he pulled out and rolled onto his back to lie on the bed. He put his hand to his chest and felt his heart hammering. The touch on his cock made him look down and he watched as Grace stroked him.

“I think I want more,” she said. “Can you come every week?”

“Are you kidding,” he said. “I want to come every night!”

Grace laughed. It was nice to have someone so keen to be with her and she knew that joining the gym was one of her better ideas. Her eyes roamed over the naked body beside her and a shiver ran down her spine. She didn’t think she would need her vibrator for a while and smiled at the thought of more sex with her muscular young lover.

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Winter was never Juliet's favourite time of the year. The permanent threat of snow from the angry, grey skies left little room for light or warmth in a singleton's life. The tiny studio flat Juliet resided in, was as homely as it could be, but all the pictures of her family back in Miami couldn't keep the chill out.

Standing in front of her easel, dressed in a painters smock with her oils in one hand and brush in the other, even the red and orange coloured paints depressed her. She'd lost something from her soul and it stopped her painting; at least it stopped her painting well. Juliet hadn't sold a painting in weeks. If she didn't sell another quickly she'd be homeless as well as hungry.

Flopping on the bed, she called her best friend Pam.

'Hello you, what's going on?' asked Pam

'Nothing's going on. That's the whole problem,' complained Juliet.

'You're painting?'

'I'm trying to.'

'You always say that when you're working.'

'It's different though. I haven't sold anything for weeks. I'm already behind in the rent and if I don't paint a masterpiece soon I'll be out on the streets.'

'No you won't, you'll be on my couch listening to my boyfriend nag you day in and day out as to when you're moving out.'

Juliet laughed.

'Any suggestions then?' she asked her friend.

'A holiday,' declared Pam.

'I told you I'm broke. How do I afford a holiday?'

'I'll take you away.'

'What to the cold British seaside to visit your parents?'

'You are very ungrateful at times Juliet.'

'I promise you I'm not. I have a feeling I won't find inspiration in the grey skies and pebbly beaches - that's all.'

'Let me come round for a cup of coffee. I've got a plan.'

'Alright I'll see you in ten.'

Juliet hung up. When she'd first moved into the studio five years ago, Pam had the neighbouring room. They'd got on famously until Pam moved out a year ago. Although Juliet missed her, she was glad Pam's boyfriend's flat was only a ten minute walk from hers, as they'd been able to maintain their close friendship.

She heard a knocking at the door and was stunned to see Pam red-eyed on the doorstep.

'Are you okay?'

'Not really,' admitted Pam.

'What's the problem?'

'Mark is. He's redecorating the flat and he's turned into a monster. I never realised what a control freak he was or the temper he has on him. There's still another month of work left on the place but it's taking its toll on our relationship.'

'Doesn't sound good.'

'It's unbearable,' said Pam, blinking to stop herself crying.

'What can I do to help?'

'Come away with me.'

'Pam. I can understand you wanting to get away for a break, but have you thought this through?'

'I have. My brother's working in Marrakesh at the moment. It's warmer there; warmer than here anyway. He's asked me to visit before Christmas.'

'I don't have a bean.'

'You don't need a bean,' said Pam enthusiastically.

'I haven't any coin either.'

'You don't need coins because my brother sent me two tickets. I can't take Mark because of the renovations and in all honest,y I don't want to take him. He can him finish up the flat and I won't have to cope with his moods. I thought a girly break might be the order of the day.'

Juliet didn't want to disappoint her best friend, nor did she want to turn down a free holiday. She thought about her emergency credit card – the one she should've cut up but never got round to.

'To hell with it. Let's do it,' she agreed.

The girls were packed and on a plane two days later.

***

'I can't believe how crammed it is,' whined Pam.

'It's Friday afternoon. What did you expect?'

'First class given my brother's wages.'

They both giggled.

'At least it's free drinks,' said Juliet.

'Yeah let's get out money's worth!'

When the flight landed four hours later, Pam was wasted. Juliet was merry, but fortunately, in a state where she could usher Pam into a cab while giving the driver the address of their residence.

Juliet was stunned by the colours and unique architecture of Marrakesh. There was no western influence on the outside of the buildings. The spectacle of the Moorish structures had Juliet feeling better; even if the temperature was nowhere near as warm as what Pam had promised.

As the driver approached the building, Juliet saw a young man out the front and guessed it was Pam's brother as he waved.

'Hi I'm Charles,' he greeted, opening the car door.

'Pam's brother?' asked Juliet.

'Pam's brother,' he confirmed. 'What on earth has happened to my sister?'

'Can I preface this visit by letting you know, as her best friend, I am completely unable to rein in your sister's behaviour.'

'How many drinks?' asked Charles, hoisting Pam over his shoulder in a fireman's life.

'She drank the ship – well the plane – dry!'

Juliet followed him. The sandy chinos he wore were snug on his arse and she berated herself for admiring it. He was over six foot and had a masculine frame.

Unlocking the door to the flat, Juliet realised while Eastern on the exterior façade, inside was a modern western interior. She didn't complain; there was more room in the living room than in her entire studio flat.

'What a light weight,' said Charles, flopping on the couch, having put his sister to bed.

'That's one thing I wouldn't call Pam. The amount of alcohol she consumed on the flight was impressive.'

'What on earth was she doing drinking at 6am?' chuckled Charles.

'It was helping her deal with the 4am rise. The early start combined with the shock of being on cattle-class was too much to handle.'

'As if she's ever flown business or first class.'

'She'll be fine once she sleeps it off.'

'I know but she's not exactly played the good host by drinking herself comatose. I'm afraid you're stuck with me for the day.'

'Pam's not really the touristy type so I don't think I'm missing out on too much.'

'Ahhhh you're hoping to see the sights then?'

'Only if you're prepared to play tourist guide. I don't want you to bung me on one of those open top buses with a pair of headphones to listen to a recording of tedious facts of the sites we pass.'

'I've got something far better in mind,' winked Charles.

Having left Pam a note for when she woke, Charles took Juliet to explore the real Marrakesh. He didn't rush her from attraction to attraction, but started with a hot mint tea in a café in the ancient city walls of the 'old town'. The ritual of pouring and preparing the tea was fascinating. Charles explained the length of time varied in different premises depending on the height of the pour and the waiter pouring. The hustle and bustle appealed to Juliet and she was grateful for the opportunity to take in the ambiance.

Charles was an excellent host. Like his sister he was friendly, warm and welcoming. They talked in depth about Juliet's art. Juliet hadn't realised he was a collector in his spare time and they discussed some of the artists in his collection; discussing both styles and approaches to art. Having fed and watered his guest, Charles suggested they explore the Medina, taking her to a souk.

The markets were amazing with Juliet getting lost in the hedonistic sensory experience. Time flew by as Charles held her hand and led her through the array of shops. The colourful ceramics, fabrics, carpets, jewellery and shoes had Juliet diving into her spending money. Seeing her pay upfront for goods without questioning the prices forced Charles to step in to barter on her behalf, in order that her money last for the duration of her visit.

The freshness and fragrance of the foods were appetizing. Charles invited Juliet to choose dinner and dessert for them to take back to his flat. The motorbikes weaving through the crowds, with men eyeing her up and down, had her instinctively clutching Charles' hand. He laced his fingers through hers, holding it tightly to reassure her she was safe.

'I can't believe we saw a snake charmer,' said Juliet as they walked through the door of his apartment.

'You liked it then?'

'I loved it. Thank you so much.'

Juliet kissed him lightly on the lips. He surprised her by kissing her back forcefully. His steadfast hands on her waist had him pulling her to him. Charles delicately eased his tongue into her mouth to explore her. She moaned, enjoying the taste of him.

She heard footsteps from the hallway and broke her kiss with Charles.

'Alright?' asked a bashful Pam.

'Are you okay?' asked Charles smugly.

She grunted at her older brother.

Juliet laid the table as Charles bought the food over. They sat together and dined. Juliet and Charles related their adventures to Pam as she nursed her hangover.

'You two sound awfully friendly,' said Pam, her eyes narrowing as she observed how close they sat.

'What did you think I'd do? Leave Juliet unattended because you were too drunk to take in the city with her? For someone who wanted a girly weekend and break from her horrid boyfriend, you don't seem to be making the most of your time here. All you've done is eat, drink and sleep. What a waste of a day,' snarled Charles.

Juliet felt uncomfortable at the tension between the two siblings. She bowed her head, examining an invisible stain on the tablecloth.

'Shut up Charles, I already feel bad enough,' snapped Pam.

'Good. Your behaviour is embarrassing. Why do you insist on making a scene about everything? I was looking forward to showing both of you the city.'

'Okay, I'm sorry. I'll go to bed and sleep this off. Hopefully I can come exploring with you tomorrow.'

'Sounds wise,' said Charles shrewdly.

'I don't want,' Pam stopped short, deciding not to finish the sentence.

Juliet was sure the comment was ready to be directed at her. She jumped up to give her friend a hug goodnight.

They watched her pad down the hallway back to bed. Her disappearance left them with an awkward silence.

'Fancy a swim?' offered Charles.

'It's winter Charles. Okay it's sunnier here than England, but come on, it doesn't warrant a dip does it?'

'Come with me.'

He took her to an indoor heated pool within the complex.

'Who'd have thought behind all those horseshoe arches and intricately designed tiles hid this wonder?' she asked.

'You really love the buildings here, don't you?'

'Yes I really do. I think your sister was right. I did need a break to get the creative juices flowing. This east meets west vibe has a lot going for it. It is inspirational.'