by Amelie
It was beautiful.
Ravi and I sat in silence watching.
I didn’t even notice it happening, but Ravi was holding my hand. His touch was gentle and his skin warm. As soon as I realised, I looked up into his face. There were those deep, richly coloured eyes of his looking right into mine. We still didn’t speak. We just leaned in together and let out mouths touch.
The caress of his lips was like velvet. I could taste the remnants of the blackberries on his tongue. Our kisses were gentle and tender, at least to begin with.
I got completely lost in the moment. When his hand slipped under my blouse, my stomach shuddered with delight. He took his time working his fingers up to my breast and when he finally touched me there, it sent sparkles around my body. He squeezed me and explored the shape before sliding his hand inside the cup to find my hard, expectant nipple.
A gasp escaped my mouth.
As if we’d been given a signal, we lowered out bodies until we were lying down.
My pussy was yearning for action. It was crying out to the rest of my body and needed satisfying. I was hungry for him and desperate to have him inside me.
He removed my panties in such a way that I barely felt them against my legs. I lay back and spread myself for him. He put his cock inside me and I came immediately, the shudders and delight making me laugh out loud.
It wasn’t the only orgasm I had that night. He teased my insides with gentle thrusts and made love to me like a prince.
I lay there, my fingers playing in the grass and getting wet in the dew of the early morning.
When I looked around, the daisies looked like stars fallen from the sky and the dew sparkled like diamonds scattered on a green carpet.
E is for Eric
Eric fixes my car.
He’s got those dark Mediterranean good looks and an Italian accent to die for.
When I take the car in, I always make a special effort when I’m dressing. My tops are always tight and I rarely wear a bra. I either put on a short skirt or the tightest of my jeans.
He always comments on my looks. Whatever he says, he makes my knees weak.
He always wears his overalls when he’s working. I like it best when he’s under a car when I get there. I get to look at his legs and imagine what’s at the top of them.
When I ring the bell, he slides out on his little trolley and his face beams at me with his smile.
The first thing he does when he’s up is to unzip his overalls. He takes the zipper right down to bottom and takes his time coming over.
He knows I’m looking. What woman wouldn’t?
His stomach is tanned and perfectly tight. The muscles are defined as clearly as if they’d been sculpted from stone. Down the middle runs the thinnest line of black hair. It runs over his tiny belly button and down to his shorts. Sometimes there are grease stains over his torso.
If it’s very hot in the workshop, he slips the whole of the top half of his overalls off.
OMG!
His body is one of the wonders of the world. Of the universe even.
He’s not a big guy, but he feels enormous when he gets in close. He’s lean and shaped like an athlete. When he lifts his arms to wipe his brow, the air fills with the odour of his manhood. It’s a sweet and sour scent that arouses my sex. I imagine reaching over and touching the mess of hair in his armpit, pulling it gently and reeling him in towards me.
I always book my car in for work in the summer. It makes sense, no?
Nothing’s ever happened. Not in real life. But when I’m horny or when Simon is working away on those letters of his, what I imagine is this.
It’s just another hot day in the garage. I go in and Eric slips out from under the car he’s working on. It’s not any old car. It’s a fiery red Ferrari with a long bonnet and a hungry engine. He comes over and slips off his overalls just like I’ve described.
I don’t hold back. Instead, I reach forward and lay my fingers on his chest. I trace circles around his perfect nipples and then stroke his stomach. I feel the rock hard muscles and push against them.
“What are you doing?” he asks in that accent of his.
“You look like you need a looking over yourself. Why not let me give you a service you won’t be forgetting any time soon? Come on. Let me see what you’ve got under the hood.”
“But you’re married. Your husband...” I don’t let him finish. I push him in the chest all the way back to the car. His legs are blocked by the Ferrari. I keep pushing.
“Oh no. Not here. What about the paintwork?”
I don’t take no for an answer. I push him all the way back. “You’ll just have to lie still, won’t you Eric.”
When he’s lying down, I kneed before him. I grab the overalls and pull them down around his ankles.
He may have been protesting about what I was doing, but the bulge in his briefs tells a different story. His cock is pushing so hard at the material that I think it might tear.
It would be a terrible shame to waste a good set of underwear. Taking him out seems like the only way to save it. I tug at the elastic around his waist and out he springs like a diver on a board.
What Eric doesn’t have in height, he sure makes up for in length. And girth.
His cock’s huge. It stands proud in front of me, pulsing and throbbing like it needs action.
I’m not going to let him down.
I put send out my tongue to meet him. First I lick his tight foreskin and circle ever closer to the bottom of his helmet. He tastes sour, like the odour of his armpits in the summer. I love it.
Eric moans. He says something, but it’s Italian. Even though I don’t understand what he’s saying, his words ignite me. I take him fully in my mouth and slide up and down along his shaft until he’s as deep inside me as I can manage. He groans again and comes out with a little more Italian.
It’s too much. I put my hands between my legs and let my fingers find my spot. I work it hard and fast, unable to control myself. He’s driving me wild. I go harder and faster on his cock and feel his muscles tighten. I put my spare hand under his balls and squeeze hard. Soon as I do that they bounce and throb and his fluid gushes into my throat like hot lava from an erupting volcano.
The salty taste of the sea and the heat fills me and alerts my pussy. I throw my head back and scream as my orgasm flows up through my stomach and into my mind. It’s the best feeling of all and it seems to go on forever.
When we’re both still, I kiss his shrinking penis and put it back inside his briefs. I stand up and pull him up from the car. I take each of his arms and put them back in the sleeves of his overalls, then zip him right up to the top.
I lean forward to kiss him. Instead, I bite his lips.
When I turn around, I don’t say goodbye. I just make sure I give my hips and extra swing as I walk out and leave him to do whatever it is he does to those engines.
F is for Face Time
There was this one occasion when Simon was away on business and I’d just been to Eric the mechanic’s to pick up my car.
The temperature just didn’t fall that evening. I had a couple of long, slow cocktails by the pool and then I heard my iPad ringing.
I went inside and took the call.
It was Simon.
He was in some boring hotel room where everything was clean and tidy but somehow lacked soul.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” I told him right back.
“Are you having a nice day?” I could tell he wasn’t. He had the top button of his shirt open and the knot of his tie had slipped down a couple of inches. He always looks like that when he’s stressed. If he’d been relaxed, he’d have been straight out of his work clothes and into something more comfortable.
“Yeah, it’s been fine. I’m a bit tired, that’s all.”
I didn’t like seeing him like that, not with him being so far away and everything.
“I’m missing you honey,” I told him. “As in really missing
you.”
I pushed the camera a little further away so that he could see more of me, then I unbuttoned the top of my shorts.
“I’m missing you too darling,” he said, but I’m not sure he’d got the point.
I slid my hand down inside my panties and started to rub.
At first it was just to try and make him happy. When I saw the look on Simon’s face, his mouth open and his eyes bulging, it started to click together.
“I’m really missing you honey,” I said. This time my words sounded like purrs.
“I want you so bad,” he said. “I really do.” His hands fumbled somewhere beneath the camera. I couldn’t see anything, but I knew what was going on. “I want to fuck you baby.”
I’d never heard him talk like that before. It was the first time he’d sworn in front of me. That’s what turned me on.
“I want to fuck you hard. I want to grab your tits and take you from behind like an animal. You hear?” I barely recognised my husband. It must have been tough at the conference. “I want to give you the best fucking of your life. Better than all the others. Me and you babe. It’s just me and you.”
My fingers were energised by his words. They worked faster. I popped my middle finger inside and rubbed at my G-spot.
“And you’ll never do it with anyone else. Ever. You hear? You’re mine now. Mine forever.”
The image at the other end of the screen started to shake. His lips were pursed and a film of sweat formed over his brow.
“Come in me honey. Come in me now.”
And just at that moment, it felt exactly as if he did.
G is for Gail
When Gail invited me over for the weekend, I didn’t think anything about it.
She had a cottage up in the hills and wanted to get away from it all. The problem was that she didn’t like to be there by herself, so she’d be grateful if I could go along.
I liked the idea. A weekend away with a friend was just what I needed. I’d just broken up with Ravi and I’d let it all get on top of me. He broke my heart when he left, he really did.
She picked me up on Friday morning and we drove up into the countryside.
The cottage was beautiful. It was an old stone home with its own little garden and an impressive view over the valley. Inside it was so cute. The ceilings were only just high enough for us to stand up. There was an open fireplace with a lovely wrought iron surround. The stairs wound straight from the living room and creaked when we walked on them.
Upstairs there were two bedrooms opposite each other with a small bathroom to the side.
Once we’d unpacked our weekend bags and had our healthy lunch of soup and salad, we decided to go for a walk and set off into the trees.
The smell of pine was fresh and calming. I knew I’d done the right thing in going along.
After about twenty minutes, Gail told me about a place in the river when you could swim.
“I haven’t brought my swimming things,” I told her, but she said it would be fine.
“Nobody ever comes here. We can strip off and jump in. That’s what I always do anyway.”
The water at the spot was perfectly clear. I could see the pebbles on the bottom all the way to the other side. It certainly looked inviting enough and the heat of the sun meant that a cooling off was definitely in order.
We put down our bags and sat next to them.
I took off my tee shirt slowly.
Gail, on the other hand, ripped off her blouse.
Her bra was beautiful. It was pink and lacy and held her body perfectly.
What I hadn’t expected was for her to reach behind her back and undo the catch. The bra straps fell from her shoulders and she slipped it over her arms.
I couldn’t help looking.
Her breasts were amazing. There were firm and soft looking. Her nipples were neat and perfectly centred. For a moment I was jealous, but the wonder of them soon overwhelmed that feeling.
She shook back her long hair and bunched it into a pony tail.
I slipped off my shorts and felt a little shy. I wasn’t usually bothered about showing off my body and I wondered what was going on. At least I had on my favourite panties, a lacy, pink pair that were practically brand new.
Gail’s eyes looked me over. I felt myself glowing on the inside. She smiled at something and then pulled off her own shorts, followed immediately by her own knickers.
My lungs sucked in all the air they could manage.
Gail’s pussy was trimmed down to almost nothing. Her pubic hair was like a grey shadow that only thickened in a tiny line down the middle of the triangle that emphasised her slit.
Her whole body was lightly and evenly tanned in a way that mine has never been.
She turned from me and kicked off her shoes. I watched he lovely round buttocks run from me as she took off to the water and dived in.
She gave a few gasps and then found the deepest part of the water and treaded water there.
I was slow off the mark.
“Come on. It’s lovely,” Gail urged.
I left my bra and pants on, a little ashamed of having my body next to hers. I walked over to the edge and jumped in.
Just like the sight of Gail’s body, the temperature of the water took my breath away.
It was freezing cold. We splashed and swam and laughed and only got out when my body started shaking.
The sun kissed life back into my body and I lay back down on the heat of a big rock.
“Here,” Gail shouted. She threw me a towel. “You can lie on this.”
I wondered why she’d gone to the trouble of bringing a towel along and yet hadn’t bothered with her swimming costume and decided it didn’t matter in the slightest.
Gail came over and sat on the rock next to me, still naked. She smoked a cigarette and then took a bottle of sun cream from her bag.
“Would you do my back?”
The all-over tan made sense now. She must take in the rays everywhere when she’d totally undressed. I suppose that’s what having a remote country cottage is about.
Gail rubbed cream over her arms and the front of her body and then lay on her front. She passed the bottle over to me and I squeezed out a handful.
I moved her ponytail to the side and touched her back. Her skin was hot and velvety smooth. I rubbed the cream into her small shoulders and then down along her spine. When I got to her buttocks my hands stopped.
Gail must have sensed my hesitation. She reached out and took my wrist and pulled it down. “I need protection all over. You wouldn’t want me getting burned now, would you?”
I took more cream.
Her buttocks were firm, yet there was a wonderful give in them as the skin gave way to my pressure. I rubbed slowly and gently and made sure I’d got everywhere covered. I admired her curves and the shape of her hips and looked along her long legs to her feet.
Gail hummed with contentment while I did her legs. It was the sound of a lazy sunny afternoon.
When I was done I took some cream for myself. I spread it over my arms and on my chest.
“Here, let me,” Gail said. She was sitting up now and took the bottle from me without asking.
I lay face down on the towel I’d borrowed and rested my head on my arms.
Gail’s fingers worked the cream into my back. I felt her circle the bones in my spine. When she got up to my bra strap, she stopped.
I don’t know why, but I was holding my breath.
The next thing I knew, she was unhooking the strap and opening it up.
For a moment I felt exposed, then relaxed as her fingers continued on their journey.
As she moved her hands to the side of my breasts, I felt a surge of joy through my body. There was a throb between my legs that I couldn’t deny. I tightened my thighs and tried to save the feeling.
Gail took more cream from the bottle. She started on the back of my knees. The tickle made me giggle.
She rubbed up along my thighs and slowed dow
n as she worked on the inside of my legs.
When she got to my panties, she didn’t stop. I felt the elastic lift over her fingers as she strayed there.
The heat between my legs was magical. My pussy was moist and pulsed with pleasure.
I felt Gail take the top of my panties and pull a fraction. She stopped again. I wonder if that was the moment she was giving me to make up my mind. It was my opportunity to say no.
I said nothing.
My knickers were taken down over my thighs, past the backs of my knees and along my calves. When they got to my ankles, I helped out by kicking them off.
I longed to feel Gail’s on my skin again.
She put them back on my thighs and worked up.
This time, when she got towards the top, I opened my legs.
I felt her fingers close in on my sex, teasing my by stopping and starting and never quite reaching my hole.
I arched my back and looked out over the water.
Gail’s fingers entered me. My gasp was loud and satisfying.
I rolled onto my back.
Gail smiled down. She returned her fingers to their work and I rocked my hips back and forth to help her get it right. Deep. Shallow. Deep. Shallow. Deep, deep, shallow.
She pulled the band from her ponytail and shook out her hair. It caught the sun and shone in the light.
Gail bent down and kissed me softly on the lips.
I opened my mouth and my tongue went searching for hers. It was easy to find. As they mingled, my pussy went wild. I wanted her to touch my clit and she seemed to read my mind. Her lips left mine and she gently kissed and bit her way down my torso.
It was a list of firsts.
She was the first woman to touch my breasts. The first woman to suck my nipples. The first to take my tummy button as hers. The first to lick my clit. The first to touch my anus.
She was the first woman to give me an orgasm, to drive me wild and to kiss my eyes.
Later that evening, she would become the second.
H is for Harry Harding
Harry was my dad’s partner at work. He was also the father of Jane, my best friend in High School.