Into The Sunset: An Erotic Romance Anthology

by Vivian Wood

  Staring into the hallway, I see the tops of his thighs draped by an ivory towel tied right under his belly button. His skin obviously no stranger to the sun, glistens with moisture from his shower. Droplets of water cling to the ends of his short dark brown curls as his shadowy eyes evaluate me from above.

  Images of that body pressing against mine invade my senses. I see myself touching those muscles, running my fingers over his shoulders, digging my heels into the backs of his legs. Fantasizing I'm running my tongue along the dark line of hair that goes from his taut stomach to below the knot anchoring the towel around his hips.

  Pangs of curiosity grip my core, as I wonder what he looks like under that towel. Spotting me gawking at him, he flashes a wide smile and makes his way closer to where I'm standing, while I stare at him the way a ravenous dog would stare down a piece of meat.

  "Please, come in?" he invites, smiling down at me, "and tell me exactly what you want me to do for you."

  Naked Man

  The way he asks me what I want by commanding me to do it has my body's attention. I find myself wanting to do whatever he wants. Something makes me think he is used to directing women with what he wants from them. He probably just has to stand around, and any woman within sight rushes straight toward him to do his bidding.

  Positive he is accustomed to beautiful, elegant woman, I feel self-conscious standing before him. Sweaty from the warm weather, I regret my decision to turn off the air-conditioning in exchange for fresh air. Thankful I wore my high-cut shorts so I can at least display my toned legs, I wish I had worn something more attractive than my sports bra, smashing down my breasts under a white tank top. My auburn hair is braided down my back, and I know if he comes any closer, the freckles on my nose will no longer hide from view.

  The longer I stare at him, the more I think touching him is not such a bad idea. Before I start to look like a quivering mess in front of the half-naked man effortlessly putting Adonis to shame, I raise my head to look up into his dark eyes and ask him with as much courage as I can muster, "What are you doing on my lake?"

  His jaw goes rigid for just a moment, and then a slow smile appears on his sensual lips.

  "I just got back from running five miles around my lake, and then I took a shower in my home. Now, if you are planning to stay in my living room for a prolonged period of time, I must insist you do so naked. You may start by removing your blouse. I would love to see what you have for me," he offers very generously.

  I stare at him, eyes wide with shock. Did he just invite me to take off my clothes? Why is a voice inside my head agreeing completely with his suggestion?

  "Look Mr. Tall, Dark and Crazy, I am not going to get naked in your living room. I mean- my living room. I mean- my lake. What are you doing on my lake?" My voice rises an octave the louder and madder I get. And somehow the madder I get, the more turned on I feel by this half-naked man.

  My arousal peaked by his dominant manner, I admire how he seems in command of everything around him. If I get close enough to him, I know that will mean me, too. Water drips down his hard pectorals, making me want to suck in each drop. He must be keeping his chest wet on purpose just to taunt me.

  His eyes refuse to leave mine as he walks slowly down the staircase, stalking me like a lion toying with his prey. As he prowls closer across the massive wooden floor, I catch the scent of his aftershave and Irish Spring soap.

  I am beginning to think maybe I should have stayed in my car and called the cops instead of barging into a stranger's home. Maybe then, I would not be subjected to this onslaught of desire for a stranger. He comes within easy reach of me, and I rebelliously cross my arms across my breasts, blocking his view and hiding my hardened nipples in one swift move. No need to broadcast how he is affecting my body, mind, and better judgment.

  He walks straight up to me, getting so close, I can see tiny hairs on his sun-kissed chest and his dark brown eyes. He pauses in front if me, close enough I could tilt my head and press my cheek against his damp chest. For a split second, I imagine doing just that and ripping the towel from his body, dropping to my knees, and discovering his cock with my mouth.

  Just before I lose myself completely and fall down to my knees in front of him embarrassing myself, he passes by my side without so much as a small brush of his moist skin and lounges on a rather large arm chair facing toward me. Placing both feet on the ground, his towel rides up his legs reaching mid thigh.

  Ignoring my questions completely, he commands, "I would much rather have instantaneous obedience, but since you seem reluctant, you may pleasure yourself for me. Slide your hand down your pants and rub your clit until I tell you to do otherwise." Strumming the arm of the chair with his fingers, he waits.

  Standing frozen, I notice my discombobulated brain taking way too long to formulate a response. Ultimately, I realize he's playing with me. I guess this is how he gets his kicks, making fun of a perfect stranger. Of course, he knows the affect his presence has on me, turning my head to mush, making my panties wet and pussy throb. I wear my emotion right on my damn sleeve like a badge of dishonor.

  I take a step back to regain some composure.

  "Sir, " I begin.

  "That's right," he interrupts me.

  "It is acceptable for you to call me Sir. Sir, may I come? Sir, may I suck your cock? Sir, will you fuck me? You can pick which question you prefer."

  "Listen," I place both my hands on my hips. I don't think I can handle another minute of his sexy voice or his unashamed sexual innuendos and demands, "what are you and your house doing on my land?"

  "Sweetheart," he replies, "if you would like to see the deed to my land and house, it is right inside the top drawer of the dresser in my bedroom. I will gladly take you upstairs and show you. I promise it will be an eye-opening experience." He smiles at me in challenge.

  "The deed to this land is owned by Henry Williams. Well, it was until two years ago when he left it to me. I am Ashley Williams, not Sweetheart. There has to be some kind of law against putting a house on other people's lakes," I yell at him.

  "I bought all but one acre of this land eight years ago, Ms. Williams, when my father's long-time friend needed to raise money to send his granddaughter to college. Your part of the lake is situated right next to mine, it would seem," he informs me, clearly amused.

  "It appears as though we are neighbors. Tonight, you will come for dinner," he states matter-of-factly. He is not one for asking questions, I am quickly learning.

  I struggle to make sense of what I'm hearing. Grandpa sold his rights to the lake, almost everything he owned, to pay for my college. The only thing he had to pass on in his will was this cabin, and he gave that to me also. He gave me everything he had. My heart swells with love for my Grandpa, just thinking about how much he loved me and how happy we were here at this lake. It feels right to be here now. I need to get to my cabin and call my dad to verify Mr. Sexy Towel's claims.

  As if on cue to take my leave; my tall, dark, accosting stranger steps toward me, gripping his towel. He throws me a disarming smile.

  "Seven o'clock," he says, "and you do not want to know what the consequences will be for tardiness." Then he strides away blessing me with a display of his firm ass stretching the towel draped over it. I stare mesmerized as the towel slowly drifts down showcasing more and more of his lower back. Right before he exposes that ass I am rooted in my spot to see, he disappears around the corner and into his kitchen. What an incredible, frustrating, incorrigible man! I turn around and walk toward the door after my obvious dismissal.

  Can I Handle This?

  "Mom?" I ask as I hear someone picking up the other end. Apprehensively, I clutch my cell phone to my ear, storming around the living room in my grandpa's cabin.

  "Yes, Dear Heart, I'm glad you were able to call. We made it fine to Aruba. I wish you were here. Your father and I are just about to have drinks on the cabaña deck," she states excitedly.

  "Oh, right, yes, Mom. I'm glad you made
it okay. I have to ask you something, though. Did Grandpa sell his lake property?" I wait eagerly for her answer.

  "Oh, Dear Heart, wow, where did that come from?"

  "I just need to know. I thought he had money, at least enough to put me through school," I implore eagerly.

  "I think he sold some of his lake property to raise the money. His old friend owns the other half of the lake with his son. I don't remember the son's name. I think he is just a few years older than you, Dear Heart. They made arrangements so that your grandpa would retain an acre with his cabin and rights to the lake. Is something wrong?

  Oh, no, his friend didn't sell the lake did he?" she asks worriedly.

  "No, no, Mom," I try to calm her, sure this is not the time to bring up Mr. Indecent Proposition.

  "I was just curious. Their land looks well kempt. The weeds on the bank were cut down, that's all. I was worried that someone may have trespassed."

  "Oh, well, that's nice. I'm sure grandpa's friend won't mind you being there. You still own the cabin, Dear Heart."

  "Okay, Mom, have a good time. I'll talk to you soon." Ending the call, I slide down onto the dusty cushion, glad to know how much grandpa sacrificed for me, and it is wonderful that the cabin is filled with so many memories, but how can I spend the next two weeks on this lake?

  How can I be near my very sexy and obviously horny neighbor without making a colossal fool of myself?

  Pacing back and forth, I debate whether or not I should venture out to bring in the supplies I brought for the house. The milk I bought half an hour ago at the country store is probably already spoiled in the summer heat.

  I am a grown woman, a nurse who's had people's lives literally in my hands. I can handle this situation, I reassure myself as I open the front door of the cabin, march straight to my car, and start unloading my belongings.

  Night Spying

  Just as I feared and hoped, I see Mr. Wild Fantasy standing on the second-floor balcony. He is holding a mug of coffee in one hand, finally wearing a blue shirt and Bermuda shorts. His bare feet are crossed as he leans against the railing, staring at me with an ironic smile.

  To the best of my abilities, I ignore him and start unloading the car. On my third trip outside, I notice his balcony is now empty, and instead of relief at being rid of him, I feel kind of disappointed. Well, I guess he doesn't have all day to waste, staring me down.

  Bending over and pulling an overfull bag out of the trunk, I realize someone has materialized next to me, the hairs on my neck standing on end. I straighten my back, leaving the bag in place, and find myself a few inches from my neighbor's brawny chest. The only thing going through my mind is I know what that chest looks like under his shirt and how much I would love to see underneath it again.

  "Hello, can I help you?" I ask, unable to think of anything witty or clever to say to him.

  "Hi, " he replies, grabbing the bag with one arm and strolling up my porch steps and into my cabin as if he owned that, too.

  "Ash, does this go in the bathroom?" he yells from inside the house.

  I run in after him as he strides out of the bedroom adjacent to the main living room.

  "You know, I always thought you were a boy," he states, lifting a box of canned food, placing it on the counter.

  "Your grandfather always called you Ash when he talked about you." He starts placing cans in the cabinet while I stand staring at him, trying to make sense of what he is saying.

  "Well, until I watched the two of you build the deck out on the lake a few years back. I remember thinking how sexy that ass of yours looked in those cut off jeans."

  He must be Grandpa's friend's son, I surmise. His friend was the only other person to own land around here, and his father's house is directly across the lake. Me and grandpa could see it with our telescope when we looked at the stars at night.

  A thought just occurred to me. If he saw us build the cabin, would he have been awake late that night when I was alone on the deck?

  "You watched me and grandpa build the deck?" I ask, trying to figure out what else he saw.

  "I watched you for a long time that day," he said, "and night."

  Oh, my God! My eyes grow into saucers, sudden panic setting in. He watched me on the deck masturbating that night, I know it.

  "I made sure I had those binoculars with me every day from then on," he teases.

  I try to recall that night four years ago, the night the deck was built. Grandpa was fast asleep, and I was so proud of our work I went out and laid on my back on the deck, looking at the beautiful stars in the warmth of the midsummer night. I decided that a dip in the water would cool me off, and I thought since I helped build it, I should be the first to jump off of it.

  Slipping my cut-off jeans down my legs, I tossed them away with my shirt. Then believing that I was alone and anticipating how good the water would feel on my warm bare skin, I shimmied my panties down my legs and unfastened my bra, throwing them onto the deck.

  Diving in, the cool water encompassed me in circular waves. Bobbing my head under the water, I swam around before heading back to the deck. When I reached the wooden ladder, I looked around having the strangest feeling of being watched. I didn't think anything of it at the time, so I climbed up the ladder and sat on the edge of the deck, my feet dangling into the lake below.

  My knees spread apart as I sat on the wooden deck, I leaned back on my elbows pushing my breasts out toward the tree tops. The feeling of being naked was thrilling as I reclined near the water. A light breeze dancing by me grazed my nipples into rigid buds in the moonlight. I touched the peaks with my fingers squeezing each one.

  Looking back to the cabin to make sure all the lights were out, I laid my back down on the wood and trailed my hand down my stomach and over my mound toward my pussy. Thinking about some mysterious, dark stranger telling me to touch myself and make myself come for him so he could watch, I started rubbing myself, lightly at first and then harder. I moaned out into the night as I made myself come on the deck, all alone, or so I thought.

  Trying to focus on the tall, dark stranger standing in my kitchen, a personification of the image in my head that night, I try to regain my composure, "I am sure you have seen much nicer things than whatever it is you thought you saw in your binoculars." That should show him I'm not intimidated by him.

  "Darlin', I don't think I have ever seen something more erotic than you on that deck. The way you spread your legs and pumped your hips. You are lucky I didn't swim across the lake and take you right then and there, because when I do take that pretty little ass of yours you won't ever be the same."

  Images of his naked body emerging out of the lake, water dripping down his frame seep into my mind. My nipples harden under my shirt, and an interest in discovering exactly what he means starts deep inside me. Feeling torn between begging for him to take me and slapping him across the face, I take a deep calming breath. Just as I am about to tell him what I think about his arrogant, yet unforgettable ass, he takes two strides toward me and wraps his hand around the back of my neck moving swiftly to press his lips to mine.

  For just a moment, my mind recognizes the need my body is screaming out, and my lips act as if on instinct, seeking his taste. He plunges his tongue into my mouth, and I moan my acceptance. Before I lose myself completely in his embrace, I place both of my hands against his shoulders and push hard. He recognizes my attempt to break free and slowly draws back away from my mouth, releasing me as he allows me to step away from him. Feeling confused and a bit surprised he didn't resist my efforts to break our kiss, I take a deep breath as he exhales a sigh.

  "Now that is just what I thought," he says with a sexy smile.

  "The next time you come on that deck, you will be riding my cock." Every muscle in my body tenses with awareness and desire, I watch him walk out the front door, turning to cast one last glance, letting me know he is in control.

  The rest of the day I spend fantasizing about my neighbor, alternating between toss
ing him in the lake and tossing him on my bed. Thank God, I had a lot of work to do to air out the cabin. Without something to keep me busy, I probably would have ran insanely back to his marvelous house, stripped down naked, and begged him to touch me. Resisting that urge took working until my muscles ached and I needed a shower in the worst possible way.

  Into the Lion's Den

  Fortunately, the bathroom was not as badly neglected as the rest of the cabin which required the better part of the day to clean. Just a coat of dust covering the bathroom was easily removed. Peeling down my sweat-drenched shirt and shorts, sadly aware of the fact not all lake houses have ice-cold air-conditioning like my extravagant neighbor, I grumble wondering again why he thought he needed to put such a luxurious paradise next to my little fishing cabin.

  A cold shower is just what I need to cool me off after working all day in the smoldering cabin. I turn the shower knobs on, waiting to hear water gush out. Nothing seems to be happening, so I wait another minute or so. No sound comes from the shower nozzle at all. Taking a deep breath to help the disappointment dissipate, I cringe at the thought of putting my sweat-soaked clothes back on, and I reject the idea of wearing my dry clean clothes from my bags.

  Wondering if my neighbor is still at home, he still hasn't told me his real name, I grab my swim suit and towel from the my bags. The suit clings to my body as I pull it up my sticky torso, but I know it will be okay once I get wet. Wrapping my towel around my chest to make sure I don't give Mr. Enormous House any cause to think I am flirting with him, I head outside and into the cooler evening air.

  "I thought you would stand me up," he says, as I try unsuccessfully to sneak toward the lake without notice.

  "Actually, I am standing you up," I smirk.

  "I am going for a swim," I let him know, clear contempt in my voice.