Blushed and Flushed: 12 erotic short stories for women

by Maria Diamante

  He walked her home and kissed her at the door of her building and asked for her number. She gave it to him, wondering if he would ever call, but realized it wasn’t necessary.

  He had broken through her dull, boring walls and allowed a little life to bleed out. This handsome busker taught her a lesson as important as any counsel she gave her clients – you need to remind yourself that you’re alive now and then. Living and breathing. Feeling exhausted but content, she wished him goodnight and entered her building.

  He never did call. And Lisa carried on with her life, a little wilder, a little freer, and a lot happier. One frosty, snowy night months later, Lisa was with a new exciting man who thrilled her and made her act in daring ways. She suggested they join two other couples and try the restaurant where she noticed Paolo.

  Lisa insisted they sit at the window and watch people walk by. Telling everyone about the holiday she booked for Spain, Lisa spotted Paolo carrying his guitar case.

  He looked at her through the window, watching her talk with her friends, laughing and smiling. His own brilliant smile emerged and he gave her a nod. Lisa raised her glass to him and he grinned, a message of understanding passing between them. He turned and Lisa watched him fade into the snowy street, finally disappearing from her sight altogether.

  Lisa then looked reflective, as her friends didn’t notice the exchange between her and Paolo.

  “Penny for your thoughts?” one friend asked.

  “The best ten dollars I ever spent,” answered Lisa, her answer confusing everyone.

  The Aerobics Class

  Emma dragged herself out of bed and half-conscious, threw on her work-out clothes. Morning aerobics classes were a killer, but if she didn’t do it first thing, exercising after a hard day of teaching was a write-off. Chasing Grade 2 students all day was exhausting enough.

  Though 6:30 a.m., the women’s change room was bustling. Throwing her bag and coat into a locker, she hated the stick figures wandering around in various states of undress. Defiant, she was proud of her curves. In fact, she seemed to have the only decent pair of breasts and ass in the place.

  In the studio, the usual mad dash for a good spot on the floor ensued. She was sluggish and wound up near the back corner. She arranged her mat and her step and looked beside her. Oh my God. A man.

  Men hardly ever came to these early classes. He looked to be in his late 30s like her. He seemed fit, but it was hard to tell under his large sweatshirt. What was obvious was that he was an aerobics rookie. He was looked around and shuffled his step and mat nervously. He looked intimidated.

  Claire, the far too energetic instructor hopped on the stage and bellowed, “Good Morning! Is there anyone new to this class?” And the man beside her awkwardly raised his hand and every woman’s eyes turned on him. He blushed and Claire, also with a look of surprise, urged him to go at his own pace.

  The class was the same as always – excruciating. However, during the various dips and jumps and kicks, she glanced at the man beside her and had to hold back laughter. He was an aerobics disaster. He couldn’t keep up with the instructor at all and looked like he had two left feet.

  He would jump when he was supposed to bend. He almost killed the poor woman in front of him with a badly timed kick. He looked like he was having some sort of seizure.

  Emma found watching him far more entertaining than following the instructor. Sweat was pouring off his forehead and you could see the strain and anguish in his face. At one point, he kicked his water bottle and sent it flying across the studio. He caught her staring at him a couple of times and Emma had to quickly throw her eyes back on Claire, biting her lip so not to giggle.

  Finally, the class ended and Emma staggered back to the change room. Coffee. She needed coffee. In the change room she heard the other ladies chuckling about the lone man and his less than impressive performance. Emma couldn’t help herself and joined the conversation and the highlight for all of them was the flying water bottle.

  Walking to her car, she discovered Mr. Aerobics was parked next to her. Searching for his keys, he noticed her and turned and smiled.

  “Hi! You were just in that aerobics class...you were beside me. I thought I was going to have a heart attack in there. Oh, I’m Ian, by the way.”

  “Hi Ian, I’m Emma,” she said. “And yea, that class is torture, but it’s a great workout – I’ve never seen you at this class before. Did you just join?”

  “I did... a month ago,” said Ian. “I’m new to the city and still learning my way around. Turns out this gym is just a few minutes away.

  “Hey, Emma,” he stammered and started looking at the ground. She knew what was coming.

  “This might be presumptuous of me, but I noticed you looking at me a little during class and I was flattered. Would you be interested in joining me for a coffee or a drink sometime?”

  The offer was sweet, but all Emma could think of was Ian’s laughable display. If he was that clumsy in aerobics, how would he be in bed?

  “Oh, I’m sorry, you probably have a boyfriend, or wait, are you married?” he said awkwardly trying to see her left hand.

  “No, I’m single Ian,” she responded, “But the truth is, I was looking at you because it was hard not to. You almost killed the woman in front of you, and did your water bottle survive? That’s very sweet of you, but no thanks. But I’ll probably see you again at this class.”

  Embarrassed, Ian nodded and turned. He couldn’t get into his car fast enough.

  A few days later, Emma was walking home from her school. If the weather was nice, she left her car at home and walked along the storefronts. A brand new boxing gym had just opened.

  She had always wanted to try women’s boxing. Some of her students often made her want to release some aggression. She peered through the glass and was shocked. There was Ian.

  He was punching one of those hanging heavy bags and Emma was floored. That look of awkwardness in the aerobic class was now replaced by a look of confidence and absolute ferocity.

  Dressed in a tight t-shirt, she gasped at his physique. He had jack hammers for arms. He had powerful shoulders and a broad chest that tensed with every blow to the bag. He moved around the bag like a cat – fluid and athletic. How could this be the same person who fumbled through aerobics?

  Peering through the window with her hands shielding her eyes, she watched sweat fly off his brow with an especially powerful strike. She could hear the sound of his fists hitting the canvas through the glass.

  He would lean his body and face against the bag for a few seconds, breathing heavily, and then erupt with a flurry of crushing blows that both frightened and aroused her.

  She returned home and could not get those images of Ian out of her head. She had never been turned on by boxing or boxers before. In fact, she usually found the sport barbaric. But watching him pound that bag...seeing him using his fists so skilfully...

  OK, that was it. She needed to soak in the tub right now. She poured a glass of wine and immediately ran the water and added some bubble bath. She dimmed the lights and slowly lowered herself into the hot water. Resting her head back and closing her eyes, she reached down and began to stroke herself gently under the water and let her fantasy take over.

  She walks into the empty boxing gym and finds Ian alone in the men’s change room. It’s dark and full of steam from the sauna. Sean sits on a bench and pulls his boxing gloves off with his teeth. He then pulls his t-shirt over his head and pats his chest with a towel.

  He starts to pull the tape on his tightly wrapped knuckles, when Emma appears wearing nothing but a robe and puts her hands over his. He looks up and Emma lifts his chin with her fingers and bends down to kiss him deeply. Her tongue swirls inside his mouth. He begins to touch her and she likes the rough feeling of the tape strapped across his palms.

  She rubs her hands over his muscular chest and then along the back of his neck, pulling his mouth even closer to hers. His erection clearly visible through his shorts,
she opens the robe slightly and pulls out one of her breasts and feeds him her hardened nipple.

  He sucks on hit hungrily and cups it while she begins to stroke his bulging cock over his shorts. Within a few strokes she can see his head is already wet with pre-come. Her breathing quickens as he pulls her other breast out.

  Overcome with desire, he stands and presses her body against a row of metal lockers. He throws open her robe and she spreads her arms across the lockers to gain her balance and to completely give her body over to him. He whips down his shorts and grinds his hard cock again her as he madly kisses her neck and ears.

  She spreads her legs as his hand slides down her stomach. Unable to wait any longer, she grabs his hand and shoves it against her pussy that is beginning to ache. Thrusting his cock up and down her stomach, he rubs her now swollen clit and returns his tongue to her mouth, as he groans in pleasure.

  His body is slick and slippery with sweat and she is inhales in surprise, as she picks her up and places her on a sink counter. He looks into her eyes and slowly penetrates her, guiding himself in inch by inch, gripping her hips with his strong hands.

  Her eyes widen and her mouth opens, but there’s no sound. He thrusts slowly at first and she tosses her head back in pleasure and almost breaks the skin on his shoulders with her nails. She arches her hips up and forward to take more of him inside and their hips move to a primal rhythm. The sounds of their moans echo across the change room.

  She looks into his eyes feels the beginning of her release. Somehow he senses this and reaches around her thighs and spreads her open even further. She climaxes first and clenches the back of his neck, crying out in ecstasy. Seconds later he withdraws and she watches him erupt of her belly and breasts, streams of hot come run down her skin.

  Returning to reality, Emma realized she was rubbing her clit so hard she spilled what seemed like half the water on the floor. A small casualty to what was a mind-blowing orgasm.

  The following week, Emma could not get to aerobics fast enough. She was one of the first to arrive. And to her delight, there was Ian. Only this time, he positioned himself in the far corner of the studio.

  She again struggled through the class and tried to watch him through a maze of limbs kicking and stretching. Determined to talk to him again, she tried to make it appear like it was another chance meeting in the parking lot. She really waited in the lobby and pretended to read brochures until she saw him pass.

  “Oh hi Ian, are you feeling more comfortable in this class?” asked Emma, trying to appear nonchalant. “Hi Emma. Yea, I think I’m getting better. No one got hurt and my water bottle is still in one piece,” he joked. Now it was Emma turn to stammer. “Ian, um... is that offer for a drink still open?”

  Just as the words came out of her mouth and before Ian could answer, Claire bounced up to them. Doesn’t this woman ever look tired? She gave him a peck on the cheek and asked Emma if she enjoyed the class.

  Emma forced a completely fake smile and uttered a few words of false praise before they hopped into his car and drove off.

  Now it was Emma who wanted to punch something very badly.

  The Hammock

  Andrea waited until she heard the car’s engine roar into life and drive away, taking her family to town. She then took her book and lay outside in the hammock. Her sister, skinny little Lisa, had come to the cottage with her new boyfriend, a man in his 30’s who had barely acknowledged Andrea’s presence.

  Apparently, her 40-something, plump body did little for his libido. That might have led to his decision to spend the majority of his time down at the dock with her father, who was grateful for the male company.

  Andrea hated when her father came to the cottage at the same time she did. He was a harsh, critical man, made more so after her mother passed away. But with him now a healthy distance away, Andrea sighed as she turned another page.

  She reveled in the feeling of the wind against her bare legs, ruffling the hemline of her short, summer dress. She rarely had time to read and definitely didn’t have the luxury of lying in a hammock for an afternoon, so she would thoroughly enjoy the solitude.

  Andrea read about 20 pages until she felt her eyelids become heavy and she succumbed to the weight of them and closed her eyes. When was the last time she slept in the afternoon? She felt so good with the sun against her skin, the cool breeze tempering the heat of mid-summer and rocking the hammock into a sleep-inducing rhythm.

  She opened her legs to allow the sun to reach the white, untouched skin of her inner thighs, and stretched her arms over her head in a large yawn. Within minutes, she was asleep.

  James chose to stay at the cottage, allowing Lisa and her father to head into town while he opted for a canoe ride. He enjoyed the tranquility of being on the lake by himself, hearing the wind moan through the trees, the cries of the birds and the sound of his oar slicing through the water.

  He brought the canoe back to the dock, nimbly stepped out and secured it to the mooring. A nice lunch and a cold beer followed by a nap in the hammock – that was the day’s itinerary. When was the last time he slept in the afternoon? He used to take a lot of naps when he was younger, but lately the rigors of work and life prevented him from getting enough sleep.

  As he walked up towards the cottage, he spotted Andrea lying in the hammock. Disappointed, he frowned and sighed. He thought she had driven to town with her family.

  His hopes for a quiet afternoon dashed, he would now have to be social and friendly with her. She brought out the worst in him. He didn’t understand her. How she could allow herself to be overweight? Why she was single? Why did she choose to come up here by herself and spend hours alone?

  He liked women who were neat, fit and petite, like Lisa, whom he had been dating for the last few months. Although he knew it wasn’t love, she was playful and sexual and he enjoyed both her body and her company.

  He stopped near the hammock, about to call out to Andrea when he realized she was asleep. She had rolled onto her side, and her large breast had fallen out of her skimpy summer dress. The hem of her dress had ridden up to reveal a small black thong, nestled among the white, plump skin of her thighs and a hint of belly.

  She was breathing rhythmically, her breast rising and falling. Her hair was draped over her face, moving with each breath. James stepped closer, not sure if he should call out to wake her or if he should leave her alone. She looked so peaceful and serene.

  He decided to step away quietly, leaving her to dream alone, when her nipple tightened and hardened under his gaze. He stopped breathing, his eyes fixed on her flesh. He wondered if the cool wind caused her nipple to pucker.

  Almost against his will, he stepped forward and watched her face for signs of wakefulness. Was she asleep or was she aware of him? Was she pretending to be asleep? As if in answer to his questions, she made a small noise and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs and opening herself more fully to his gaze.

  Her right leg was bent at the knee, and he could see where the crotch of her thong was pushed to the side, revealing bare pink skin and a shadow of dark curly hair. His breath staggered in his throat. She looked beautiful, lush and voluptuous - such a contrast to her thin, angular sister. He was surprised at his reaction. Never before had a plump woman aroused him so much, as Andrea was doing now.

  He stood beside the hammock and looked down at her flesh, almost breathing in her scent. His hand reached out and the tip of his index finger touched her erect nipple. It felt warm, which surprised him as he expected it to feel cold from the breeze.

  He moved his finger around her nipple and areola, watching fascinated as it further stood straight up, large and thick. Andrea moved slightly, almost arching into his touch. He moved from touching her nipple to running his finger along the curve of her heavy breast.

  He felt her silky smooth skin erupt into goose bumps. She was waking, moving against his hand, and he knew he should walk away. He could only imagine her reaction to finding him standing beside her,
sexually aroused and touching her bare skin. She could scream and ruin his budding relationship with her sister, or cause her gruff father to reach for his hunting rifle, or even call the police. But he couldn’t move. Nor could he take his hand off her.

  Andrea woke to the feeling of a man touching her breast, and for a moment she wasn’t sure where she was or whom she was with. Was it Rick, whom she had been sleeping with her for the last few months? Was it Brett, whom she loved but who hurt her by sleeping with other women?

  The touch felt good and she was aware of her exposed body and knew she wanted this contact to continue. Now feigning sleep, she felt his hand move from her breast and lightly touch her rapidly dampening thong. She gave a small moan and spread her legs wider, still keeping her eyes closed as if still asleep.

  She absolved any responsibility in this situation. She knew it was James and realized he had not joined Lisa and her father. She was also aware that her dress had moved as she slept, and that she lay under his gaze with her body exposed.