Smut by the Sea

by Lucy Felthouse

“Well, that explains a lot,” he smiled, “the dark around your eyes, the half lingering sense of hopelessness, the rounded vowels.”

  I should have been offended but I was stunned by how observant he was.

  “You’ve got me,” I shrugged. “I’m trying to rediscover myself. Shit as that sounds.”

  “I understand,” he said. “I’m pretty certain we should all spend more time doing that kind of stuff and less time worrying. It has a better yield, anyway.”

  I nodded and twisted my fingers together in my lap. I was suddenly acutely aware of his body heat beside me and the scant half inch between his arm and mine.

  “Do you live here?” I asked, finding conversation far less scary than silence and my erratic, erotic thoughts.

  “Yeah.” Daniel nodded. “Most of my life.”

  “Lucky sod.” I said with a sigh.

  “It’s not a bad life,” he agreed, though I saw a little sadness in the depth of his darkened eyes. “Took me a while to work that out, though.”

  It’s difficult to describe something that happened without word or movement but I realised then that Daniel understood me and my troubles. It’s like his soul recognised the same weakness in mine.

  “Look,” he turned his body towards me, “this is going to seem very forward of me but, I’ve been looking at your lips and they’re just calling to be kissed. Would you mind if I just leaned in a touch and rested my lips against yours for a bit?”

  Propriety would have screamed at me to shout no and to run like the wind away from the man with determination and longing in his eyes. Luckily I was there with passion, not propriety, and passion urged me to nod my head and lean in to speed up the action. I’m never usually so impulsive but as his lips brushed mine I knew I’d made the right choice. Daniel’s warmth flowed from his body into mine.

  I felt as though I was on fire. I wanted to rip off my mac and rub my naked flesh against his. I didn’t care about the wind or the rain or the rattling bus that could stop at any moment to let on more passengers. I just wanted him.

  I ran my hands down his chest as we kissed, I could feel him hot, hard and vibrant beneath his layers of clothes. I wanted to feel more of him, wanted to get in and cuddle up to him, skin to skin. So I did something that was either brave or stupid. I personally think it was a bit of both.

  I dropped one hand to his thigh, tightly encased in denim and ran it up to his crotch. The erection beneath bobbed and Daniel gasped and groaned into my mouth. He did not protest so I slid down his zip and slipped my hand inside. I had to pop open the button to make room for him and my hand in his jeans. His cock strained against the cotton of his boxers. I traced down and found an opening.

  Not for a moment did our lips pull apart. I felt him hold his breath while I wiggled my fingers inside the last material barrier and encountered his hardness. It was hot, heavy and I helped it out of its constricts. I cradled it lovingly in my palm and reveled in the short rasps of his breaths as he paused in kissing me. His lips just leant gently against mine.

  I’d spent far too much time thinking and where had it gotten me? Nowhere. I wanted to do, to feel, to experience. Hell, I wanted to fuck. Daniel read my mind. He pulled his mouth away from me and trailed it over to my ear.

  “I’d really like to fuck you,” he whispered seductively. I tightened my fingers around him in response. “And I’d really like to fuck you right now. If you sat in my lap no one would know, if someone did come upstairs you could jump off me and we’d be decent again within moments.”

  As he spoke he cupped a hand around my breast, shaped the crackling material of my coat to the shape of my bosom.

  “Unzip me,” I croaked, the words clinging to the insides of my throat.

  He did. He then popped open my button and slipped a hand down and inside my scarlet knickers. I parted my thighs a little and he spread the juices from my slit up to my clit. The chilly air bit at my arse cheek but I didn’t care, the heat within me burned so bright it barely registered. The rain dripped along his fingers and mine, the cold water striking my hot, vulnerable flesh and making me shiver.

  “Sit on me,” he said. Halfway between a command and a request, the words bounced around inside me, warmed me up and made me desperate to feel his dick inside of me. I lifted up off the seat, he slid to the side and I clambered unladylike across one thigh to rest myself between his dark denimed legs. I don’t know if his trousers were in fact indigo or whether it was simply the rain soaking into them that made them appear that way. I felt the dampness of the thick material as I sat down and he guided his cock into me. The shock of damp denim contrasting wickedly with the deep, penetrative heat of his sex plunging into mine.

  His hand slipped from between us and I drove myself back onto him. He rested his cold fingers on the gap created between my coat and the parted denim of my own jeans. His icy fingers gripped my hips tightly and shocked my skin with their chill. I undulated gently and passion exploded through my body, I couldn’t believe the intensity of it from such a small movement.

  “Fuck yes,” he hissed, his face between my shoulder and my ear. My hood blown down, my hair flying around us both and the rain beating onto my face, forcing my eyes shut. I could hear the bus engine rumbling and the call of the seagulls around me. I was painfully aware I was outside, that I was fucking a virtual stranger on a bus. But I didn’t give a shit. All I wanted was to come. I needed to come, I needed him to fill me, to have his ecstasy meld with mine.

  I don’t know if I voiced my need or he read my thoughts but his long fingers crawled down over my left hip and into the wilds of my pubic hair.

  He didn’t need to rub or stroke, the rhythm of my action shook his hand up and down in time with my hips and brought me closer and closer to completion.

  I heard his panting, felt his knees shaking and the rocking of his hips. His climax obviously drew closer. It was crazy, it was dangerous and it was fucking awesome. I came hard with a shout and a smile that slipped into a gurgling giggle. I was so very happy and I couldn’t hold it in.

  Neither could Daniel as his nails dug into my hip and he rammed deeper inside of me. He yelled out, not words just noise and nuzzled into the soft, vulnerable spot between my shoulder and my neck. After a moment he slipped his arms around my waist and hugged me. I felt real comfort there as the bus bounced and vibrated, as the rain slapped my face and the wind tousled my hair. I was shivering and wet but sated. I felt like something magical had just happened.

  “If we stay on for the return journey,” I said as I disengaged and pulled up my trousers, “you could come back to my hotel room to dry out.”

  “Sure,” he beamed, “sounds good to me.”

  I was glad he so readily agreed. I was thrilled when we tumbled into my heated room and clambered out of our clothes. He was long and lithe. His body well-proportioned with big tender hands and broad shoulders that I clung to while he popped open my bra and peeled it away from my body.

  He held my abundant flesh in his hands like it was treasure untold. His fingertips kneaded gently, his thumbs rolled over my hardened nipples. I mewled and whimpered. I didn’t feel self-conscious. I didn’t feel fat, frumpy or apologetic for my extra curves. I reveled in them as Daniel clearly enjoyed viewing and touching all my soft, feminine places.

  Once naked we fell onto the bed. Our cold, damp bodies heated up as we crushed ourselves together. His hard lines surrounded by my soft bits. Our lips skimmed over cool skin, heating it and exciting each other. We didn’t talk, we fucked. It was truly outrageous.

  He held me down and kissed my breasts, dipped down over my tummy and licked my cunt until I screamed and creamed.

  “Fuck me,” I cried loudly. I didn’t care if the people in other rooms heard me. I was happy and free and caught up in the moment.

  “You read my mind,” he whispered, licked his lips and pulled up to his knees between my thighs. I loved the now familiar heft of his erection as it nudged between my swollen sex lips and plunged into m
e. My internal muscles encircled him, hugging his erection tight. Throbs of ecstasy rolled through me.

  Our moans undulated like the choppy waves in the sea that I spied out of my window over his shoulder. I was washed away by the sheer joy of coupling with this stranger. This hot, handsome man. I traced his features with my fingers. His short hair lightening from black to brown as it dried. His straight cheeks speckled with stubble that led to plump, red lips. Kiss bruised and smiling.

  I barely knew him in a socially acceptable way but I felt like he was the only man I had ever really truly known. The first man to experience sex with the free Abby who’d hidden away from the world for so long. It may seem clichéd and unbelievable but I came over and over with each thrust of his cock. I think I’d pent it all up inside for so long that sexual ecstasy just gushed from me as Daniel and I fucked frantically.

  I wrapped my thighs tightly around his waist and his grunts progressed from light and playful to deep, loud and gravelly. He screamed my name and came. I cleaved to him, riding the storm to safety and contentment.

  We lay side by side, panting and moaning. Words seemed surplus to requirements and we enjoyed the quietness of the insulated room around us for a long while.

  “Best open top bus ride ever.” He said, rousing me from my contented daydreams. I nodded my agreement.

  “Abby,” Daniel rolled to his side to look at me. I rolled over to face him.

  “What?”

  “I’d like to take you out to dinner this evening. I know it’s a bit back to front but I would like to do this properly. You know.”

  For the first time he seemed vulnerable and unsure of himself.

  “Sounds good to me, love. We can talk, exchange stories. Find out what’s behind all this chemistry.”

  I knew it was going to go somewhere. I didn’t know exactly where but it would be more than just a shag by the sea. I was determined to start living my life again, to listen to the tides of my emotions. To ride the waves and plumb the depths with enthusiasm.

  About the Authors & Editors

  About the Editors

  Victoria Blisse

  Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections and Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City. She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life. Find out more at http://victoriablisse.co.uk

  Lucy Felthouse

  Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she’s never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Evernight Publishing, House of Erotica, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

  About the Authors

  Cassandra Dean

  Cassandra grew up daydreaming, inventing fantastical worlds and marvellous adventures. Once she learned to read (First phrase - To the Beach. True story), she was never without a book, reading of other people’s fantastical worlds and marvellous adventures. Fairy tales, Famous Fives, fantasies and fancies; horror stories, gumshoe detectives, science fiction; Cassandra read it all. Then she discovered romance and a true passion was born. So, once upon a time, after making a slight detour into the world of finance, Cassandra tried her hand at writing. After a brief foray into horror, she couldn’t discount her true passion. She started to write romance and fell deep. The love affair exists to this very day. Cassandra lives in Adelaide, South Australia.

  Tanith Davenport

  Tanith Davenport lives in Yorkshire with her long-suffering husband and pampered cat. She currently writes erotic romance for Total-e-Bound and Naughty Nights Press, and plans to extend that range in the future. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.

  Lexie Bay

  Lexie is married with two beautiful children and lives by the sea. She loves the adrenaline rush of the unexpected, craves peace to write every day, likes to lose herself in the realms of fantasy and has a thing for smells that take her back to her childhood. Website: http://www.lexiebay.co.uk

  Slave Nano

  Slave Nano usually writes stories drawing on the themes of female supremacy, bdsm and fetish, frequently in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings, though his contribution to Smut by the Sea is in a slightly different vein. Slave Nano lives in Yorkshire in the United Kingdom, not far from the seaside town of Bridlington. He works full time and juggles his writing with this. His work has been published by Xcite Books and House of Erotica. Website: http://www.slavenano.co.uk

  Tamsin Flowers

  As a naughty girl on a journey of self-discovery as an erotic writer, Tamsin Flowers is as keen to entertain her readers as she is to explore every aspect of female (and male) erotica. Hoping to touch you on your most erotic zones, she writes light-hearted stories that are sexy and fun, perfect for reading on your own or with someone in whom you have more than a passing interest. She is currently working on a menage-a-trois trilogy about vampires, as well as keeping her hands busy with plenty of short stories and blog posts. Read Tamsin’s blog at www.tamsinflowers.com

  Tabitha Rayne

  Tabitha Rayne has been told she is quirky, lovely and kinky - not necessarily in that order or by the same person. She writes erotic romance and as long as there’s a love scene - she’ll explore any genre. Her short stories, published and upcoming, are included in anthologies from Xcite Books, Oysters & Chocolate, Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance and House of Erotica. She has two stand alone titles from Beachwalk Press. Find her at http://TabithaRayne.co.uk

  Heidi Champa

  Heidi Champa has been published in numerous anthologies including Best Women’s Erotica 2010, Playing With Fire, Frenzy and Ultimate Curves. She has also steamed up the pages of Bust Magazine. If you prefer your erotica in electronic form, she can be found at Clean Sheets, Ravenous Romance, Oysters and Chocolate and The Erotic Woman. Find her online at http://heidichampa.blogspot.com

  Cynthia Rayne

  Cynthia’s first erotic book was written when she was thirteen. Of course, the most risque thing that happened in the book was a chaste kiss, but it was the talk of her middle school! She is now a multi-published author. Cynthia is convinced that her muse is a wanton woman who is shameless in her desires but is forced to live them out through the written word. Cynthia is happily single and currently lives in Ohio with her black cat, Magic. She works for a state university full-time and writes whenever she can. In her spare time, she enjoys dating, shopping with her gay boyfriend, reading trashy romance novels, drinking an obscene amount of coffee, and going to movies. Website: www.cynthiarayne.net

  M. A. Stacie

  M. A. Stacie is never without a book or her eReader. A voracious reader, with a love of sexy, yet angst ridden novels, she adores getting lost in new worlds. Her need to write did not grip her until after her second son was born, when her previous rambles became fully fledged stories. She describes herself as one huge contradiction, and though not the most conventional of hobbies, she counts getting new tattoos as one of hers. Along with knitting, listening to loud music and playing the Wii with her children. M. A. Stacie lives in the UK with her husband and two sons.

  Justine Elyot

  Justine Elyot is the author of the bestselling erotic novels On Demand and The Business of Pleasure, as well as enough short stories t
o fill several anthologies. She can often be found moaning about stuff on Twitter and sharing the wealth on Facebook. Full blow-by-blow details of her goings-on can be found at her website. Website: http://justineelyot.com/

  K D Grace

  K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she, cuz otherwise, what would she write about? When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast rout across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Scarlet Magazine, Sweetmeats Press and others. K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop, and her newly released paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising. Website: http://kdgrace.co.uk/

  Lily Harlem

  Lily Harlem lives in the UK with a workaholic hunk and a crazy cat. With a desk overlooking farmland, she allows her imagination to run free and revels in being able to use the written word as an outlet for her creativity. Lily’s stories are made up of colourful characters traveling on everyone’s favorite journey - falling in love. If the story isn’t romantic, sexy and exciting, it won’t be written, at least not by this author. Website: http://lilyharlem.com

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