Best Women's Erotica 2010

by Violet Blue

  “Of course not,” he said, stroking my hair the way I longed to stroke his cock. “I’m not saying I’ll never fuck you, but for now, I want this to be about you. I want you to know you can trust me, with your pussy and your business. I can do it on command, or I can do it like this, with you, where it’s like a feast. I have to pace myself so I don’t come in my pants like a teenager. I’m getting to know what you like, where you want to be touched, how soft, how rough. That’s enough for me for now.” No man had ever said anything like that to me. We’d always been in too much of a hurry to tear our clothes off. Yes, even on long, lazy vacations. We’d bake ourselves in the sun, then swim in the water, then someone’s hands would wander and we’d almost wind up fucking on a public beach. Never had I met a man with more patience than me, especially when it came to sex. I sank back and let him work his magic one more time. I forced my mind to let go of everything it wanted to think, every thought it was tempted to send wending its way through my orgasm. I floated there, even with my body firm against the bed. Ed made me float, made me rise and soar and then sink back to the sheer delight of his tongue and lips, his heat and passion. He made me feel so special that night, allowing me to relax in a way I hadn’t in longer than I could remember.

  Having him around has made even the most maddening moments of running a restaurant feel like no big deal. All I have to do is think about how calmly he approaches everything he does, how he always has a knowing wink, and, when need be, a lusty appetite that isn’t sated until I am.

  Some people have asked when I’m going to open a corresponding restaurant for men, and don’t worry, I’m already working on it. It’ll be called BJ’s, and I can’t wait to hang the COMING SOON sign on the door.

  SHIFT CHANGE

  Emerald

  I hoisted the shoulder strap on my briefcase as I headed through the mall. When I reached the Apple store, I went straight back to the Genius Bar, aka the technical support center of the Apple world. I had an appointment and was right on time, so I hoped they wouldn’t take very long. Being without my computer felt to me like being dropped in the middle of a desert island.

  There were no other customers at the Genius Bar, and the GENIUS behind it, his denotation as such announced by his shirt, asked if he could help me as I pulled my MacBook Pro from my briefcase and set it between us. His name tag said JAKE, and I introduced myself and explained that my laptop wasn’t getting past the gray loading screen upon startup. He nodded once, businesslike, and plugged in my computer before flipping it open and pushing the power button.

  As he did so, I took a closer look at him. Upon first glance I hadn’t found him particularly attractive, but as I watched him he began to seem right on the line between classic tech geek and an understated sexiness. His expression was serious as he watched the screen, its bright light reflected in the lenses of his glasses as he typed and clicked and probed and whatever else the Apple Geniuses do when someone brings in a problematic computer.

  The more I watched him, the more mesmerizing he became. He wasn’t the kind of guy I usually found myself attracted to, the kind that turned my head on the street and brought an unsolicited “Fuck me please” forward in my brain. He was the kind who had to be watched like this, instigator of a quieter kind of attraction that came out only when all the characteristics that showcased his sexiness—focus, intensity, knowledge—came together for display. Even when he spoke, he did so with concise, no-nonsense syllables in a tone neither dull nor distant. Everything about his professional focus and action seemed to flow, but in a very structured manner—like liquid through a straw.

  And suddenly I wanted him to direct that attention at me.

  A second Genius appeared behind him, also clad in the tell-tale GENIUS-labeled shirt. He looked at the screen and said, “Startup trouble?”

  “Yeah. I’m checking the hard drive,” Jake answered.

  The second technician looked at me then and smiled. And my stomach jumped. This was the kind of guy I was usually attracted to, the cocky, roughly sexy, hot kind that I wanted to grab me by the hair and shove his cock into me hard. I noted his name tag, which stated NICK, and introduced myself. The way he looked me up and down brought heat rising up in me like lava from a volcano, as I was already simmering from my response to Jake. The Apple store was a hell of a lot more interesting that I had remembered.

  Jake had continued clicking sporadically and finally looked up at me. “The hard drive is fine, which is good, but it’s either a memory problem or the operating system is defunct. It might require a reinstallation, which will mean I’ll need to back everything up onto another hard drive first.”

  I nodded, attempting to look like I had a clue what he was talking about. “Right.”

  He smiled then. And what a delightful smile he had. It was the first time he had done so, and I smiled back, sheepishly, and shrugged.

  “Okay, so I have no idea what you’re talking about. But I’m assuming you do.”

  He chuckled and reached down to pull out a contraption of some sort and a power cord, hooking it all up with the same efficiency with which he had done everything since I had started observing him.

  Someone sidled up and leaned against the other end of the Genus Bar. “How’s it going?” he asked the two behind it. “Busy?”

  “Not really,” Nick answered. He nodded my direction. “Stacey here has just brought us her non-starting-up MacBook Pro, which Jake has been working diligently on.” His flirtatious sarcasm fit precisely with the cocky impression I had of him so far—as well as with the image I still had of him holding me down and slamming his cock into me. I smirked and turned to the new arrival.

  “Hello, Stacey. I’m Andrew,” he said, offering his hand.

  I shook it and batted my eyelashes as bait. “You appear to be a Genius too,” I said, indicating his shirt. He had an outgoing attractiveness about him, and I was starting to feel like I should come apply for a job in some capacity at the Apple store.

  “Yeah. I’m not on the clock yet though,” Andrew said. “I just got here. I don’t start for another twenty minutes.” He sent me a lazy grin. “So you’ll have to get by with these two until then. If they haven’t got it figured out by five, I’ll take care of it for you.”

  “It’s under control.” Jake made his first contribution to the conversation, his eyes not leaving the screen.

  “Well, I guess I’ll just sit here and talk to you until it’s time for me to go to work,” Andrew said with a wink, hoisting himself onto the stool next to me.

  I beamed internally, glancing at the two behind the bar working on my laptop, the glowing little apple winking back at me as if to take a sly kind of credit for leading me to this position.

  “So is one of you getting ready to leave when Andrew starts?” I asked Jake and Nick.

  “Yeah,” Nick answered. “I’ll be out of here soon.”

  Jake was mostly ignoring us as he pulled a CD from a drawer beneath him and blew on it before inserting it into my machine. I bit my lip; it was an incredibly sexy gesture coming from him.

  “And what about you? Are you almost done or just got here or midshift?”

  Jake glanced up. “I’m here until closing. I’m actually going to go out back for my break when I’m done with this,” he added to Andrew.

  “Out back?” I couldn’t help asking.

  “The alley out the back door. It’s where Nick and I go for our smoke breaks and Jake goes to get away from people,” Andrew laughed. “We seem to be the only ones who ever go out there.”

  I nodded. I saw the idea immediately as it formed in my head, and I almost laughed at my own predictability.

  “It does seem appropriate for you to take a break,” I said to Jake, “having been so focused on my computer. Which I appreciate. I imagine you must be ready to toss it out the window about now.”

  Jake smiled as he moved his fingers over the track pad, his eyes on the screen. “It’s my job.”

  “Your place out b
ack sounds intriguing,” I continued. “I guess at least one of you has to be here all the time though, which dashes my idea of a little impromptu gangbang there.”

  Nick and Jake looked up at me in unison. It was the most I had seen Jake’s attention pulled from my computer since I had come in. I smiled, and Nick guffawed. All three relaxed as they interpreted my comment as a joke.

  My lighthearted smile had been orchestrated for that result—I was just testing the environment. It seemed to me that while they thought I had been joking, it had caught their interest. I determined there was enough of it there for me to proceed. I hoped so anyway.

  I laughed with them. “So you’re about to go on break, Jake, Nick’s about to get off work, and you haven’t started yet,” I said, turning to Andrew.

  Andrew looked at me. I could tell he was wondering what I was getting at, and I decided to eliminate all suspense. I met his eyes.

  “So if I went out back and stood against the wall where I imagine you stand outside and smoke your cigarettes, you could all come out one at a time and fuck me.”

  Jake and Nick, who had both returned to my computer, missed this comment as they talked amongst themselves, my supposed comical remark forgotten for the time being. Only Andrew, who was still focused on me, looked at me in disbelief.

  I gave him a sidelong glance. “Since you seem to be the only one paying attention at this point, and since you’re not on the clock yet, you could go first,” I suggested. “Don’t worry, I have condoms in my purse. Would you be kind enough to show me to your secret outdoor hangout?”

  Andrew’s expression didn’t change, and I felt a twinge of disappointment as I thought he might turn the offer down. Maybe he was worried about his job, or he might have been uncomfortable with the three of them sharing such information.

  “You really want us to do that?” he finally asked.

  “Do you think I’d sit here and ask if I didn’t?” I asked with a little laugh. “It even works out well numerically—there are three of you, and there are three places I can think of in which I’d love to be penetrated.”

  Nick and Jake happened to be at a lull in their own conversation at that moment, and they both looked up with a start, their stares lingering this time.

  “You’ve missed part of the conversation,” I said to them. “I was just asking Andrew to show me where to meet you all out back, but I think I can figure it out. Since one of you needs to be here all the time, you’d have to come do me one at a time. I’ve already invited Andrew to go first. The three of you can decide which one of you gets to fuck my mouth, which one gets my pussy, and which one gets my ass. I, incidentally, will run over to the drugstore across the street and pick up lube.” I smiled at my practicality even under the circumstances. I turned to Andrew. “So I’ll meet you out back in about five minutes. And if you decide you’re not interested,” I added to the group at large, “no hard feelings.”

  I slipped away from the Genius Bar and out into the mall. After completing the requisite trip to the drugstore, I reentered the mall and passed by the Apple store, stealing a glance inside at the back. Jake and Nick were side by side behind it, apparently still working on my computer. Andrew was missing.

  I walked to the mall exit closest to the store, which happened to not be a public one. I pushed through one of the double metal doors and let it slam behind me. The gray expanse of concrete in front of me was deserted. I turned to the left and rounded the corner a few yards away. I saw Andrew immediately, standing against the wall beside a single gray door, smoking a cigarette. He turned and saw me.

  He appeared nervous, but all I felt at that point was horny. The back of the gray building was vacant except for the two of us, just as they had said.

  I walked up to him, and he turned to me, never breaking eye contact as he dropped his cigarette and crushed it out with his boot. I didn’t break stride until I was touching him, my lips devouring his, the smell of cigarette smoke fresh in the cold fall air. His response held no hesitation, and his arms wrapped around me, his hands roaming from my ass up to my neck through my hair. I normally hated cigarette smoke, but I loved the way he was touching me so much that at that moment it barely fazed me.

  “So where are you going to fuck me?” I whispered, my voice slightly hoarse with wanting.

  Andrew sucked in his breath, and I reached down and felt the hard cock beneath his zipper.

  “Your pussy,” he whispered.

  I smiled. Somehow this choice didn’t surprise me. Wishing I had worn a skirt, I quickly unfastened my jeans and pushed them down, stepping out of them and leaving my boots on. I shimmied out of my panties as well while he watched me.

  “You’re going to have to undo your pants too, dear,” I said with a smile as Andrew stood mesmerized. He jumped a little, then gave me a self-conscious grin as he reached for his zipper.

  His cock sprang out, and I rolled the condom I had extracted from my purse down onto it. Then I backed up at the same time he moved toward me, and our bodies came together just as my back hit the concrete wall. Raising one leg, I pressed my knee into his hip, and he grabbed the back of my thigh and entered me with a thrust.

  My head went back against the rough stone behind me, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I could feel the wetness on my thighs as he pumped into me, breathing heavily and not speaking. I met his eyes, still suppressing the moans wanting to break from my throat, as he pushed his cock into me over and over, his pace increasing with his breath as he got closer to orgasm. Finally I could take it no more and pushed my face into his shoulder, letting my scream out to be muffled by his flesh. His breathing got harsh as he came into me, pumping with abandon as his body jerked and his hand gripped the flesh of my shoulder.

  He pulled out and stared at me, appearing at a loss for words.

  “Thank you,” I said, giving him a wink.

  He smiled, and I smiled back. He moved forward to kiss me quickly, then backed away, lifting his hand in a small wave as he disappeared through the gray metal door. By the time it closed heavily behind him I was pressing my clit, making myself come within seconds of his exit. I was still breathing heavily when the door scraped open again and Jake stepped out, smiling faintly as he met my eyes.

  “You look like you’re ready to go,” he said as he stood before me. He seemed just the way he had while working on my computer—straightforward, focused, businesslike. Even under the present circumstances the polish still seemed to be there.

  It made me just as hot as I had thought it would.

  I chuckled breathlessly and found that I was too aroused and out of breath to even formulate words. Jake’s focused expression took on a lustful tenor as he reached down and unbuckled his belt. His focused look was on me as he undid his pants and pulled his cock out. Without instruction, I knew what part of me he had chosen to penetrate.

  I smiled and gave him a wink as I dropped to my knees, taking his cock in my mouth and looking up at him as he drew in a quick breath. Knowing I only had a few minutes, I sucked hard and fast, taking his cock all the way in, growing wetter myself with every pump. Momentarily I drew back, saliva joining my lips and his cock as I looked up at him.

  “I like this a little rough,” I whispered. “So if you have no objections, I would be delighted if you would grab my hair and push my head onto your cock when you come.”

  Jake’s cool demeanor almost slipped as his mouth opened slightly and his eyes half closed. I resumed sucking his dick, and he snaked a hand around to the back of my neck. He grunted quietly as he acquiesced, gripping my hair with both hands and shoving my head forward rhythmically as his hot come started to spurt into my mouth. I looked up at him and gripped the base of his cock, stroking as he finished coming, letting it run down my chin and across my lips.

  When he was done, I smiled. He did too, coolly, and backed up as he tucked his cock back into his pants.

  “Thank you,” he said, reaching down to help me to my feet. He met my eyes. “You suck o
ne hell of a cock.” For the first time, his voice was rough, and I thought I might come at the sound. With a nod, he turned toward the door. “See you inside.”

  I smiled, still breathless with arousal—which was good, since I was about to get my ass fucked. I pulled a tissue out of my purse to clean the come off my face, then reached down for the bag from the drugstore and pulled out the bottle of lube.

  Nick emerged from the door moments later.

  “Hi,” he said. “Your computer’s almost ready.”

  I nearly laughed as I realized I had almost forgotten about my computer—the reason I was here.

  Nick stepped toward me. Rather than the understated confidence and professionalism of Jake or the charming, slightly nervous appreciation of Andrew, Nick exuded more of a cockiness, the kind that usually made me salivate.

  The present circumstances seemed no exception.

  “So my understanding is that I get to fuck your ass,” he said.

  “That’s right.” I held up the bottle of lube.