Sarah's Sexploits - Afternoon Delight

T Red K

Description

Feel the heat as Sarah's initially casual involvement with Scott intensifies, their passion for each other fast becoming insatiable. The lovers have an afternoon of hot, steamy sex planned but what happens exceeds either of their expectations. Teasing and tormenting each other with hands, mouths, bodies and toys, they push themselves to the limit, to the very edge of consciousness. Their sexual greed for each other is taken to new heights when emotions come into play. This time we learn a little of what hides beneath the surface - of Scott's unhappy marriage and of Sarah's haunting by her first love. Enjoy the intoxicating combination of spectacular sex and a rare glimpse into Sarah's softer, more vulnerable side.

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 17 juillet 2012
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9781781663202
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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SARAH’S SEXPLOITS: AFTERNOON DELIGHT
Sarah And Scott’s Sexual Adventures Continue

By
K T Red



Publisher Information
Sarah’s Sexploits: Afternoon Delight
Published in 2012 by Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © K T Red 2012
The right of K T Red to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



The Story So Far...
Just in case you don’t know me, my story so far is this:-
My name is Sarah and my love life - or rather my sex life - is, to say the least, somewhat complicated and becoming more complicated by the day.
I have a Friend with Benefits deal going on with the most divine hunk from work who goes by the name of Scott. This is rather sadly all it ever will be because he is a married man with two young children. However, all is far from well in the marital bed - a case of demand with no supply. He can demand all he wants from me. I am absolutely delighted to supply all his needs as well as making rather debauched demands of my own.
And then there’s Emil. He’s my new boss. French. Very handsome and sophisticated. Confident - and more than a little arrogant. A month or so ago, he managed to record Scott and I “getting it on” rather passionately at work and he used this as leverage - leverage to secure himself the same sweet little deal.
At first, all I felt was a natural sense of revulsion, of coercion but I soon cast this aside (along with my clothes!) when I discovered how thoroughly skilled Emil is in the ways of smut! We haven’t actually properly fucked yet but if his ability with his hands and his mouth are any kind of indication, I’d say I’m in for one hell of a treat when we eventually do!
I really pissed him off a few weeks ago - he was not pleased with me at all! And all because I had sex in his office with another woman and let him watch. Honestly, some people are just too sensitive for their own good. It ruffled his Alpha-male feathers so much that he felt he had no other choice but to break into my home, scare the fucking crap out of me - and then proceed to punish me with the most incredible oral sex I’ve ever known! I must remember to piss him off more often.
They are two very different men, each one satisfying a different need in me. Scott is like the flip side of me. It’s pure, animal lust - sex in its most aggressive and passionate form. Emil is altogether more…..complicated. He comes across as an arrogant and controlling bastard - which he is! - but he is a lot more than that. Underneath, he’s actually very intuitive, so sexually confident it’s just not true and always seems to know how to push my buttons - the wrong ones as well as the right ones.
Scott shares my enjoyment of the physical act of sex, of taking the maximum pleasure when the moment arises and dealing with the consequences if they happen. Emil’s got inside my head - which frightens me halfway to death but I find the thrill of being with him quite irresistible.
So, there you have it.



Chapter One
I am so glad that it’s Friday afternoon. The end of another working week and I intend to end the week with a fucking big bang!
I’ve got him for a whole afternoon. A whole, steamy afternoon of hot, filthy sex with hot, filthy, sexy Scott. All we’ve managed to grab so far are a few stolen moments - magical, explosive, unbelievable moments. But today we have a whole afternoon. My God, what I could do with him in an afternoon. My stomach tightens at the mere thought of him in my bed - and in me!
I know I have to end it with him - and sooner rather than later - but at the moment, there is still too much left to be done. I haven’t known such burning passion with a man since.....well, in a very long time. I suppose it’s nothing more than just a terminal case of forbidden fruit tasting sweeter even though sweet is not a word I would use to describe him. Sexy. Passionate. Hungry, angry even. Powerful. Primitive. Potent. But above all else he’s supremely masculine - he’s a real man. And what a man. Gorgeous brown eyes and slightly too long dark hair. Tall and slim but with a nicely muscular body - and a cock to fucking die for!
He’ll be here in about half an hour’s time, when his shift finishes. I almost drove through a red light on my way home I was that distracted thinking about him. I wonder if he’s as distracted as well. Is he thinking about me as he works his final hour? What disgusting, lurid thoughts are running through his mind as he tries to concentrate on his work? Is he getting as hard as I am moist? Is he jerking off because he can’t bear it any longer?
Just the thought of him, of his body - of his cock - is turning me on. I need a cold shower! Quickly stripping, I jump into the shower cubicle and switch the shower on. As the jets fire a cooling, sobering force of water on my body, the initial calming effect is replaced as steaming hot memories of a recent coupling we had in the rain surface. Oh dear God in heaven! How he pounded me mercilessly in the storm; the sensation of the rain hitting my sex as he fucked me hard.
I switch the shower off and wrap a towel around my body. I pad into my bedroom where I’ve already lit several small, scented candles despite it being daylight and the curtains being wide open. My bedroom isn’t overlooked so I let the towel fall to the floor and I take a good look at my body in the full length mirrored wardrobes. Although it’s not perfect by any means, I actually really like what Mother Nature’s given me to play with. I love the pleasure it gives me and other people. It’s a real woman’s body - with real curves. I’ve got tits and an ass. I look like a woman should look, not the modern ideal of straight up and down.
My breasts are firm and full without being my dominating feature. My stomach is virtually flat - but so it should be given the amount of Pilates and sit-ups I do! My bum is my favourite part of my body - not a trace of sagging yet, smooth and tight and round, just like I was when I was a teenager. And my legs are still toned and shapely even though I grudgingly wish they were a bit longer.
The most dreadfully explicit thoughts about Scott race around my head and my body starts to respond. I can feel my heart beating and the slow, steady growth of heat between my legs. I sit on the edge of my bed and slowly start to massage body lotion all over. Starting with my arms, I feel all along my shoulders and arms, down to my elbows, to my wrists and between each slender finger. My hands are small and dainty - and capable of giving so much pleasure.
Leaning forward, I move down to my legs, stroking my feet and calves. Smooth, lean and strong. Even the faded jagged scar which snakes across my knee appears sexy - a permanent reminder of a sporting injury from many years ago. Sadly, not all scars fade in time, even the invisible ones. I firmly massage my thighs, not daring to go too high or touch the soft, sensitive flesh at the very top.
I raise my head and look at my reflection. How did I become this person staring back at me? Sexy. Unashamed. Wanton. Knowing what I want, knowing how to get it - and more than knowing how to enjoy it. I feel so damn hot! I put more lotion on my hands and lower them to my stomach. Gently defined abdomen muscles, toned and firm, without losing it’s womanly softness. I sweep my hands up and down but I want to take them between my legs so badly. I can see it in my eyes - desire, lust, want, need! My sexual appetite - usually concealed most carefully - seems to brazenly ooze from every pore.
My nipples are already erect, waiting for me. Waiting for Scott. My breasts feel warm and heavy and very inviting in my hands. As a teenager, I longed for huge breasts but now that I’m older, I’m glad they’re the size they are. They are my size. They fit me. I twirl the nipples between my fingers. The aureole has tightened making it look like some strange, craggy landscape. They’re so beautiful - dark and proud and quite large. I think my nipples are too big but men absolutely love them - one almost to obsession, suckling them for hours until they hurt.
I rest my hand on my chest and feel my heart racing. Unable to wait any longer, I take my hands down my abdomen and part my thighs. I’m so wet that I can see my lips shining in the mirror. I keep myself bare so I can see all that I am. I remember clearly the first time I shaved my hair all off and saw every fold and every crease. I felt exposed and vulnerable and yet liberated and fearless at the same time. I spread my legs wide and have a close look at my labia. Glistening in the daylight, slick and already blood red with arousal. Creased and complicated, as beautifully bare as the day I was born. I softly stroke a finger along the outer ridges. A few ripples run through me and I shudder and gasp. I can smell my juices and close my eyes, breathing them in.



Chapter Two
I watch my reflection as I use two fingers to ease apart my lips. They are already swollen and wet and I easily slip two fingers inside. I thrust them gently up and down then bring them to my mouth. I savour the moment as I lick my own juice. This is the very essence of me, how I taste - warm, strong, sweet yet musky. I start to stroke all along the length