by Red Phoenix
“I’m so tired of the pain…”
Lauren wiped the tears from her eyes, knowing what she had to do. Keeping a steady voice, she said, “I know you are, Mom. You fought really hard. Thank you.”
“Thank you for caring for me, sweetie. Now you can head back to college and become the big-shot I always dreamed you would be.”
Lauren smiled, even though she knew she would not be going back. “Yeah, a big-shot executive, but no one will love me like they loved you at the diner.”
Her mother slowly raised her hand and Lauren grabbed it. “Yes, they will. You are my beautiful daughter.” She winced in pain and stated coughing.
Lauren got a washcloth and wiped away the mucus and blood that covered her mouth. “It’s okay, Mom. You fought bravely, but now it’s time to let go. I’ll be fine, just like you said.”
Her mother smiled weakly and closed her eyes. “Yes…”
Lauren sat there in the room listening to her ever-shallowing breaths, knowing the time was drawing near. Everything in her wanted to scream, “Don’t leave me!” but Lauren quietly hummed You Are My Sunshine. The same tune her mother had sung when she was a little girl.
Suddenly, her mother’s eyes opened. “Lauren,” she said in a barely audible whisper.
Lauren leaned in close to her mouth to listen.
“I won’t leave you, Baby Girl. Not until someone takes my place.”
Lauren hadn’t understood what her mother meant at the time, but now it was beautifully clear.
“You’ve been with me all along, watching over me and guiding me,” she said aloud. Lauren knew she was exactly where she needed to be.
She got out of the bed and put on her shirt before approaching the window. She threw it open and breathed in the brisk morning air. Lauren watched the sun cresting the horizon marking the start of a new day and smiled.
“You can go now, Mom. I’m going to be just fine.”
Play With Me at Noon
An inspiring story for couples
about creating intimate connections
(With an ending that may surprise you)
Play With Me at Noon
Copyright © 2012 by Red Phoenix
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Edited by RJ Locksley
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Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and older.
The Construction Worker
Tina leaned her head against the hotel door, her heart beating rapidly like hummingbird wings. Would he be there? She’d handed him the invitation yesterday, but hadn’t stayed to see his reaction:
If you would like to play with me, meet me at noon tomorrow.
Blue Moon, Room #22
He’d caught her attention a few months back when construction started on the high-rise close to her apartment. She thought he would be good as her first. He seemed a bit rough around the edges, but he had kind eyes.
To protect her heart, she purposely came ten minutes late. If he wasn’t there, she would know as soon as she opened the door. It was preferable to sitting in the quiet hotel room all alone, enduring the heavy weight of rejection.
But what if he was there… Then it meant she was about to have an affair with a stranger.
“Just open the door, girl,” she mumbled to herself. Tina held her breath as it swung open. She heard the rustle of movement and felt a thrilling ache in her loins knowing he wanted her, too. She walked into the room, pretending to be calmer than she felt. “Hello.”
The rugged man stood near the window. He was dressed in dusty blue jeans, a plaid shirt and an orange safety vest. His hardhat and tool belt were on the desk next to him. He nodded to her, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.
Tina was turned on by his look, having only gone for professional types in the past. She was curious what he would be like in bed, but was uncertain how to proceed. How did one go about fucking a stranger? “Sorry, I’m late.”
His deep voice filled the small room. “I was wondering if you changed your mind.”
“No.” She smiled shyly. “I’ve been dreaming about you for too long.”
“So, what’s your name?” he asked.
“No names.” Tina moved in close, breathing in his manly scent, which only added to his overall allure. “I just want us to enjoy each other.”
Without another word, he pulled her to him, kissing her hard and pressing his growing erection against her stomach. She felt the tiniest quiver of fear, knowing there was no turning back now.
Unfortunately, he sensed it and pulled away from her. His deep blue eyes looked her over, finally resting on her left hand. “You’re married.”
She covered her ring instinctively and then forced herself to relax. “Is that a problem?”
He paused for only a second and then gave her a mischievous grin, wrapping his strong arms around her. “Not for me.”
He pressed his lips against hers, darting his tongue into her mouth. She melted as he explored the roof of her mouth, the ridges of her teeth, the contours of her tongue leaving nothing untasted or untouched. She moaned in his arms.
Tina hadn’t been possessed like that in years. Her body automatically responded, molding itself to him. She grabbed onto his belt loops and pressed herself against his cock. His deep-throated groan made her gush with wetness.
“You sexy vixen,” he growled, picking her up in his muscular arms and carrying her to the bed. He laid her down and then crawled on top, crushing her with his weight as he plundered her mouth again. His hand snuck under her shirt and made its way to her breast. She was tired of halfhearted attempts at foreplay, so his aggressiveness was intoxicating—this man wanted to fuck her and wasn’t wasting any time.
He pinched her nipple, making her squirm. “Do you like?” he murmured.
“Yes,” she breathed into his ear.
“I thought you might.” He pushed her shirt up and grabbed both breasts, pushing them together and squeezing them playfully. “I’ve wanted to suck on these ever since you passed by the work site that first day.” He moved his head down as he pulled at her bra, exposing her rosy nipple. “My men and I appreciate how much they bounce when you walk.” His lips encased her nipple and he began sucking hard. She arched her back, pushing herself further into his mouth, wanting him to suckle her. He obliged her and went a step further, pulling at her bra to get at the other nipple and pinching with equal fervor. “Oohhh…” she moaned.
His erection hardened between them as he dry-humped her with passion. “We have to get these clothes off,” he stated gruffly.
He lifted her in a sitting position and pulled off her blouse, quickly undoing her bra. Meanwhile, she unbuttoned his shirt, anxious to see what he looked like under the plaid material.
The man had a fine coating of chest hair over his defined pecs. He had the muscles of a working man and she couldn’t help running her hands over them. Caressing them heightened her sense of arousal.
He pressed her naked chest against his, kissing her roughly in the process. The sex emanating from him had her pussy throbbing in excitement. She wanted him to take her without further delay. “Fuck me,” she whispered.
He ripped at her jeans, struggling to get the button undone. Once it popped open, he thrust his hand down her pants. She gasped when his finger touched her clit. “Holy shit, you’re wet!” He removed his hand
and grabbed onto to her pants, pulling them off forcibly in his hurry to undress her.
Tina had to stifle a grin at his enthusiasm. It was like watching a thirsty man clawing his way to life-giving water. How amazing that her body had that kind of power over him.
Once she was free of her clothes, he started on his own jeans. Then he glanced at her newly waxed pussy and stopped. “A Brazilian? Oh my God, that’s beautiful.” He swooped down and started swirling his tongue against her clit.
She whimpered in pleasure, enjoying the flicks of fire he created. She rubbed her hands through his hair, moaning, “Oh, that’s nice. That’s so nice.”
“Sweet nectar,” he mumbled from her mound. He pulled back the hood of her clit and exposed her to his full attention. She squirmed beneath him, barely able to handle the intense stimulation.
“Fuck me, please,” she whimpered.
His chuckle was low and seductive as he stood back up, unbuttoning his work pants. The outline of his cock showed clearly under his white briefs. She licked her lips as she watched him remove them and stand over her. After years of vanilla sex, she was about to get fucked—really fucked.
Before he advanced towards the bed, she asked, “Could you wear the hat?”
He got a funny look on his face, glancing over at his hardhat on the desk and then back to her. “You want me to wear that?”
“Please.”
He shook his head in amusement, placing it squarely on his head as he winked at her. Tina loved the look of him standing there all sexy and cute completely naked except for the hardhat. He didn’t question her strange request, choosing instead to settle between her legs.
Her sexy construction worker pressed the head of his large shaft against her moist opening and looked into her eyes as he entered her. He felt so big, different than she was used to. “Oh…” she cried out in surprise.
He smiled and pushed himself in deeper. Then he braced himself before thrusting into her hot depths with long, solid strokes. She watched in wonder at his rippling muscles, his entire body striving to push his manhood deep inside.
Tina wrapped her legs around him, inviting him to probe even further, needing to feel his total possession. “You feel so good,” she purred.
“Of course I do,” he confidently replied. Normally, she would have been turned off by such arrogance, but his cockiness only increased his sex appeal.
He began a more concentrated pounding, slapping his pelvis against her loins mercilessly. She threw her head back and let out a scream of pleasure. When was the last time she had screamed during sex? Years… This was exactly what she wanted, what her body had been begging for. “Yes, deeper!” she moaned.
He growled, “I’m going to come so fucking deep inside you.” Her loins contracted pleasurably in response to his words. He picked up the rhythm, adding an extra thrust at the end of each stroke. “Oh yeah, I’m close. It’s going to be a big one.”
She tensed under him, wanting to feel his come, to be a part of his orgasm. “Yes, yes!”
He grunted loudly as his come erupted inside her. Thrust after thrust, he unleashed his load—his possession of her complete.
She panted underneath him, shocked by the passionate exchange. She hadn’t been fucked like that in so long that she had forgotten what it felt like. He lifted himself off her and stated, “You didn’t come, did you?”
She shook her head.
He disappeared between her legs and began sucking her pulsing clit. When he started flicking his tongue against it as his fingers plundered her swollen pussy, she whimpered. Oh, to come while having sex—now that was a real luxury. It usually happened alone in the shower or with a vibrating toy. She stiffened as the telltale chills of her impending orgasm crept upon her.
Her thighs clamped around his head as the first wave crashed over her. Tina groaned from the intensity of it, feeling her pelvis lift off the bed of its own accord. After the second wave moved through her, she relaxed enough to release his head from her thighs’ vice-like grip. She moaned as the last of her orgasm abated, trembling from the strength of it.
“Good?” he asked with a self-satisfied grin.
She would have answered with a witty retort, except it had been exactly what she needed and she was grateful. “Yes, beyond good.”
He winked as he got up from the bed. “I’m glad.” He quickly donned his clothes and then looked at his watch. “I’ve gotta run. Want to do this again sometime?”
Tina scooted into a sitting position and hugged her knees to her chest. “Nope. This was a onetime deal.”
His face fell. “Say it ain’t so.”
“Sorry.”
He reluctantly gathered the rest of his tools and leaned over her. He took off his hardhat and placed it on her head. “So you’ll remember me.” He patted her head before giving her a long, lingering kiss. He didn’t look back when he shut the door.
Tina touched the hat on her head and smiled. “Don’t worry, I won’t forget.” Tina took out a small black book and checked off the box next to the words “Construction Worker”.
The Powerful Executive
Tina had always dated professional men, but she’d never fucked a man with real power before. During her husband’s many cocktail parties, she’d come across one who intrigued her. He was a top executive with a reputation of being quite the playboy. Being single, attractive and rich, he had little reason for morals. She wasn’t too worried about him not showing up, especially for a quick nooner at a luxurious hotel. She waltzed into his office, handed the invitation over and left without a word. Before the elevator closed, she heard a long whistle come from his office.
If you would like to play with me, meet me at noon tomorrow.
The Marquis Hotel, Room #1242
She slipped the hotel key in and heard the electronic click as it unlocked for her. The latches on these hotel doors were of ornate gold—very fancy. He was facing the window when she walked in, looking at the downtown view. “You came,” she said softly.
He turned around and she was struck by his stylish suit, the shiny black shoes, and that sexy little mustache teasing his upper lip. Everything about him was polished and perfect, the whole package—from the expensive clothes, the muscular build, to the charming smile.
“Of course. I would never pass up an invitation to play with you.” Even the quality of his voice was smooth and rich.
He picked a rose out of a vase on the desk. He plucked off the blossom and came over to her, tucking the red bloom in her hair. “I must say, you look even more beautiful in a setting like this.” He bent down and grazed her lips with a light kiss.
“You won’t tell my husband, will you?”
He smiled charmingly. “I won’t gloat, at least not on the outside.” He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her again. This time he teased her with his tongue, making her whole body shiver in excitement. This man knew exactly how to play a woman. As a boyfriend, he would be toxic but as a onetime lover, he was pure perfection.
“You know what I would enjoy?”
She shook her head, having no idea what he could want.
“I would like you to undress for me.” He moved to the leather sofa and sat back leisurely.
Tina sighed nervously. She had never stripped for a man. Whenever she had sex with her husband, they just tossed their clothes aside and jumped into bed. She looked around the stylish room and her eyes locked on the complicated sound system. “Do you mind turning on music for me?”
He got up and walked over to the stereo, picking out a song with a slow sensual beat. She nodded her head in approval and started swaying to the music. He sat back down and stared at her with a playful leer. She closed her eyes to help herself get in the mood. With slow purposeful movements, she undid her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders.
“Very nice,” he complimented.
She unzipped her pencil skirt and shimmied out of it the same way she had seen strippers do in movies.
“Like
the garters. Come closer and turn around for me.”
She walked over to him and turned. She felt his warm hands lightly caress her smooth ass. “Simply beautiful. Now why don’t you bend over and grab your ankles?”
Tina did as he asked, keeping her legs straight, displaying all her feminine charms. He shamelessly caressed her pussy through the thin material of her panties. She instantly became wet from his attention. “Aw… you like me enjoying your body, don’t you? I wonder if you will like this.” He moved the material aside and then licked the length of her pussy as she stood there with her head between her ankles. She moaned softly, wanting him to taste more of her.
He pulled her thong down to her knees. Instead of licking her, he pressed his finger against her wet inner lips. She held her breath as he slowly penetrated her with his finger. “I’m imagining this is my cock,” he told her. “You’re so wet and yet tight. It is going to be a real pleasure to fuck you.”
A gush of wetness covered his finger. He bent over and lapped it up. “Your husband doesn’t know what he is missing.” He sucked on her sensitive nodule and then started flicking it with his tongue. She moaned loudly as her legs began to buckle.
“We may need to move you over to the bed,” he said smoothly. He instructed her to stand up and remove her lacy bra and thong, leaving on her red heels. “I want to fuck you in those hot little heels.”
Tina smiled as she lay down naked on the bed and watched him undress for her. He undid his tie first, draping it over her stomach. “We’ll need this.” Then he unbuttoned his shirt and pants, letting them hang open, exposing his perfect body underneath. He slid his hand down her leg, tickling the crease near her ass and making her squeal.
“I hope to hear a lot more noise from you.” He slid off his shirt and then pulled down his pants and briefs. A perfect specimen of a man stood before her, his cock stiff and ready to pillage her recesses. “Do you know what I plan to do with that tie?”