Ultimate Erotica Collection (12 Hot Erotica Stories) (7 page)

“Damn, that was incredible,” she told him.

“Yeah, but I feel bad now,” Robert confessed.

“Fuck that!” Sherry shouted. “Don’t think for one wet minute that those two didn’t get lost deep in the woods for nothing,” Sherry concluded. Robert thought about it for a moment, then said

“I guess you’re right.” “After all, this was obviously meant to be,” he said. “Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here, and they wouldn’t be...where ever,” Robert concluded.

Hide and Get It

en years had passed and the time had come for Hampton
’s High most notable playboys. Derrick, the star basketball player who was the last one cut from the Chicago Bulls, still a handsome black guy and businessman. Larry, the computer wiz kid and “Baywatch” type hunk who no matter how many classes he ditched, still graduated with honors. Pete, the preppy white dude who always threw the best parties and no matter how rude he was, always got the hot chicks

. Between the three of them, neither one had ever been married but each one had a kid, at least one each that they knew about. The Hampton High ten year reunion rolled around for the Class of 1990, to be held at the Beverly Mont Hotel located in the mountains of North Carolina. Amid the snowfall with chances of freezing rain, the attendance was promising based on all the hotel reservations and confirmations. Each guy booked their own room, just in case, as they were hoping it would be a night they’d never forget. One by one, they exited their hotel rooms on the seventh floor and met out in the hallway.

“Alright fella’s, let’s do this,” Derrick said with enthusiasm as he gave Larry and Pete high-fives.

“I’m ready, bro, bring it,” Larry confirmed. Pete was the “cool” one of the three, always calm about things, yet somehow always got the girls.

“Just remember guys,” Pete said, “if I leave with a chick before you do, don’t come knockin’on my door.” Larry and Derrick both laughed.

“You hear this guy Derrick?” Larry asked in disbelief.

“Tell ya’ what,” Larry challenged, “put your money where your mouth is. A hundred bucks says I get laid first.” Larry pulled out his hundred dollar bill, Pete pulled out his five twenties, and Derrick put in his hundred dollar bill.

“Who’s gonna’ hold the money?” Derrick asked.

“Tell ya’ what,” Larry decided. “We’ll keep it behind the front desk in an envelope locked in the hotel safe.”

“Alright, but how’s the clerk going to know who won and who to give it to?” Pete asked.

“I got it,” Derrick said. “The winner has to go get the money, with the other two guy’s room keys. So that means, we all have to leave our room keys under our doors, just enough for the winner to slide his hand under and get it,” Derrick concluded. The other two guys thought for a moment, then agreed.

“Sounds good to me,” said Larry.

“Me too,” agreed Pete. All three guys went back down the hallway to their rooms, looked around to make sure no one else was looking, coming, or going, then slid their room keys just under the bottom of their doors.

Afterwards, they made their way to the elevator and got on. When they got on, the elevator was nearly crammed with girls they didn't know or recognize, but the girls looked pretty decent in their dresses.

One girl had her breasts pushed up a little bit, and that was Derrick’s weakness. Without staring too hard, he looked over and down at the girl’s breast, ready. Within an instant, Derrick’s mind flashed to her squeezing her tits close together while he titty fucked her and shot off in her face.

Larry caught a glimpse of one of the other girls in the elevator, a sexy-sized slit in her dress that was nearly cut too high up. A few inches more and Larry would have seen her panties, thong, or nothing at all. The dress was tight, too, and Larry liked that as he quickly imagined being alone with the girl in the elevator. He imagined having her pinned up against an elevator wall, then squatting down onto his knees before slipping his head into the slit of her dress- tongue first. The girl then threw a leg over his shoulder while he tasted her, the slit in her dress revealing that she had neither a thong or panties on. The sound of Larry sucking her clit made it clear why she started cumming and fucking his face.

Then there was Pete, checking out two chicks that whispered to each other the whole way down. Pete imagined being outside with them both in the snow. He imagined fucking one that rode him, while the other one slid her slippery cunt across his face. The girls both faced the same direction with one looking at the other’s back, like two snow bunnies breaking in a new sled. At last, the elevator stopped on the ground floor, and the doors opened to loud music- party time.

Derrick, Larry and Pete all strolled into the ballroom with the music pumping, people dancing, and familiar faces greeting them as they walked around. The three of them sort of split up with every familiar face that greeted them, especially  the women. Pete made his way over to the bar where a couple of girls he nailed back in high school stood piercing him with “eat shit and die” looks. Derrick made his way over to the bar with a black chic who was on the cheer leading squad.

Then there was Larry, approaching the bar with a crying woman who just found out her husband had been cheating on her. Naturally, Larry’s first move was getting her some napkins off the bar so she could wipe her tears.

Next, he tried to comfort her by saying “I’m sorry to hear that, it’s his loss and he’s the one who’s going to miss a beautiful thing,” Larry told her.

“Fucking Larry,” she told him, “some things never change.” Larry took a quick and hard look at the woman, then her dark black hair.

“Brenda?” he guessed with confidence.

“Yes, it’s me,” she confirmed. “I can’t believe you didn’t recognize me asshole,” Brenda told him as she slapped him on the arm.

“No way, Brenda Wells,” Larry said with excitement.

Brenda leaned into Larry and whispered, “and if you ever tell anybody what happened that night, I’ll cut your dick off and drill you in the ass with it.” Larry simply covered his crotch with one hand, then made like he zipped his lips shut with his other hand.

“Good boy,” Brenda told him. Larry flagged down the bartender, noticing Derrick was getting a little close with the cheerleader, and Pete had just scored some points by doing a popular shot with a hot chic.

Larry called out to Pete and asked, “what were those you just had?”

“Buttery Nipples!” Pete shouted, as two more of the same shots hit the bar behind him. Pete picked up the shots, handed one to the girl he was hanging with, then they guzzled the shots down. The shots were smooth, made with Baileys Irish Cream Liquor and Butterscotch Schnapps.

Larry looked at Brenda as if to ask her what she wanted to drink, but Brenda beat him to it saying “order me a blowjob.”

“A what?” Larry asked.

“A-blow-job,” she repeated much slower with sarcasm.

“Bartender, two blow-jobs,” Larry ordered. Brenda burst out into laughter, as the bartender made the shots, topped them off with whipped cream, then sat them down in front of Larry. Brenda fought off any further laughter, put both hands behind her back, then bent her head down over her shot. Within a few seconds, she had her lips wrapped firmly around the shot glass, whipped cream and all, then tilted her head back and swallowed the shot hands free.

“Oh shit,” Larry said, realizing.

“Your turn to do a blow-job!” Brenda shouted. That got Derrick and Pete’s attention, as well as the women that were shaping up to be their “dates” for the night. They gathered around Larry at the bar, then shouted “Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!....”

“Fine!” Larry shouted, before putting both hands behind his back, barely getting his lips around the shot glass and whipped cream, then throwing his head back. However, he wasn't as successful as Brenda was, because part of his face had whipped cream on it, and part of his shirt had alcohol on it. People clapped and laughed, but Brenda gently took a finger, wiped the whipped cream off his face, then licked it off her finger with seduction.

Then, without warning, the music stopped and the lights went out. Blackout.The manager of the hotel came in and announced that “a fallen tree had knocked loose a power line, but power should be restored within the hour. Please use the stairs and move about with caution. The generators should be up and running within a few minutes,” he finished. Shortly after the manager’s announcement, hotel staff entered with lit tea candles, placing them about on the tables and bar. Larry, Derrick, and Pete all remained at the bar with their “dates,” all six of them feeling a good buzz.

“So,” Pete spoke out, “hows about a lil’ HideNGoGetIt girls?” he asked running it all together.

“Some what?” the black lady with Derrick asked.

“It’s like hide and seek, only you get to do a little somethin’ somethin’ with the one you find,” Derrick explained.

Brenda laughed out loud, chiming in by saying “I remember that fucking game...Larry!”

The girl with Pete suddenly remembered, too, saying “oh yeah, after school hours, dark, under the bleachers.”

Everyone looked at the black girl, until she said “yeah, I think I remember, but I didn’t play it Hampton High,” she concluded.

“Is that right?” Derrick asked.

“Show ya’ right,” the black girl confirmed as she looked down at Derrick’s crotch.

“Well now,” said Pete, “sounds like we got ourselves a little game here.” “I’m in,” Larry said as he looked at Brenda.

“Count me in, too,” Brenda replied.

“You know I’m in,” Pete said as he smacked his date’s ass. Derrick, the black girl, and Pete’s date all finished with “I’m in.”

“Guys hide, girls go get it,” Brenda proposed.

“Hell no,” Pete said, “guys are always the ones that go get it.”

“Guys hide and girls go get it, or the guys don’t get shit,” Brenda demanded with a slur. That silenced the debate with a victory in the girls favor as Larry said “alright, you girls win.”

“Boundaries,” said Derrick. “No hiding in the rooms, or outside,” Larry concluded. Everyone agreed.

“We’ll be on our way as soon as you ladies start counting to a hundred,” Pete said.

“Fifty,” Brenda decided, before she started counting. “One, two, three, four, five,” and the other two girls joined in the count as the three guys hurried out of the dance hall. Once they reached the hall, they split up and went their separate ways. The girls remained counting, at “seventeen” until Brenda stopped the count.

“Time out,” she said. “What happens if we find somebody else’s man?” Brenda asked.

The one with Pete, named Chelsey, said “the way I see it, they’re not our men.”

The black girl, named Dina, agreed by saying “she’s got a point.” “And besides,” Dina continued, “I’m not above a little jungle fever, if you know what I mean.”

“Damn straight, sister!” Brenda blurted out. “I’m all about some “swirl action baby.”

“Alright then, it’s settled,” Chelsey confirmed. “Fifty!” the three ladies shouted out at once. “Three more blo-jobs bartender, just in case,” Brenda ordered. The ladies did their blow-job shots, then left in a swaggering hurry.

Derrick entered the large dark and empty hotel kitchen through the swinging double doors. Each door had square plastic windows at the top of them. As he looked around the kitchen, he saw a couple of large storage rooms. One room was a pantry for dry goods storage, one was for food packaging and wrapping supplies, and the other was for employee lockers and cleaning supplies. Derrick suddenly heard voices out in the hallway, then looked back over his shoulder just in time to see a couple of flashlights approaching.

Meanwhile, Pete had just entered the indoor pool and jacuzzi area, dark, empty and quiet. Pete saw a few dirty towel hampers lined up beside each other, then got an idea. After hustling back to the entrance door and taking a quick peek out, he hurried over to the dirty towel hampers and started getting undressed. He took off his shirt and buried it under some towels in one hamper, put his pants in one, his socks and shoes in the third hamper. Lastly, he tip-toed up to the swimming pool and quietly eased his way in.

Larry made his way to the hotel fitness room and entered quietly. As he looked around, he realized that he didn't have many options. There were fitness bikes, treadmills, a universal gym with four connecting stations and a weight bench, and a water machine with a plastic bottle turned upside down on it. His options were limited, yet he had to think quickly.

Two men with flashlights did a quick walk-through of the kitchen, with Derrick hiding behind some stacked up boxes in the dry storage room. He waited until he saw their flashlights fade out, before slowly easing out to see the kitchen doors swinging. To make sure, he walked over to the kitchen doors and looked out both windows. All was quiet, and dark. Right after he took a deep breath and exhaled with a sigh of relief, he turned around and found Chelsey standing deeper into the kitchen, just outside the kitchen office door. Chelsey slowly walked towards him, waving him towards her with a finger and bedroom eyes.

“How did you know?” Derrick whispered.

“That cologne you’re wearing, dead giveaway,” Chelsey told him as she stepped to him with a placed hand on his chest. Derrick looked back at the kitchen doors and windows, but Chelsey grabbed his face and kissed him.