Night Special: 5 Erotica Stories Bundle

by Javin Strome

  “Maybe, I would love some wine to decide whether that is true,” Gil said and watched as she laughed. She was more beautiful than he had ever imagined.

  The day was as fruitful as ever. Lucia was more than happy to see the engine. She asked the kind of questions Gil loved to answer, brought about arguments that stimulated Gil in ways that he had never been stimulated before. She was amazed by how good he was at coding.

  “You are the best programmer I have seen in a long time,” she said, watching him work.

  “I have a feeling you can code.”

  “A little I could use someone to train me,” Lucia said to which Gil smiled. He loved the idea.

  “I am going to make you the best, better than me even,” he said.

  By evening the two had not only gotten to walk around the engine, but they had learned about each other long enough to know that they liked each other. Gil would never believe that she could like the man. Gil had never even thought about it. Yet here they were, walking away from the lab almost holding each other’s hands because they could not keep away from each other.

  “I am a usually frank person, Lucia,’ Gil started. There was no point in hiding it from her. He liked her, he was going to tell her.

  “What do you wish to tell me?”

  “That you were right. I really do like you. It had not occurred to me but the day we spent together has taught me a lot of things about you and I think you are the sweetest person I have ever met,” he said.

  Lucia waited for a couple of minutes. She could not believe she was hearing this from Gil. She too felt the same but had decided to hold on to her feelings until it was the right time to tell him. But Gil had already told her how he felt.

  “Is this what they call love at first sight?” she asked.

  “First contact, first day together,” he said.

  Suddenly they could not wait to get the house. Gil extended his hand and watched as Lucia took it and they both hurried to the house. They had barely gotten to the house when Lucia turned toward the man and kissed him on the lips. Gil groaned with pleasure as he kissed back. This was too good, he thought as he closed his eyes and kissed the woman who had blown his mind all day.

  When he kissed her, Lucia moaned slightly as she took the lips like they contained some life form. The two kissed long and hard, both subjecting themselves to the pleasure that was already building up. Lucia was happy that it was happening. Her dream for a marathon was already coming to life. Their kiss lasted for a few minutes as their hands roamed along their bodies, trying to take in everything at the same time. Lucia was happy and excited at the same time, on would think it was her first time being with a man,

  Gil lifted her up and carried her on his arms to her bedroom where he stripped her slowly. She did the same for him, each exchange a kiss every now and then until booth were completely naked. There was no turning back this time. He was hard already, unapologetically monstrous and capable of giving her the night she wanted. Gil had shown her his gift and now he was going to show her that he could use it with a lot of effectiveness. And he was not in the business of letting her admire him first. The admiration had come earlier as he undressed.

  He wanted some action. He wanted to take her into a world she had not been to for some time. And when he took her, she moved her hips to adjust to his size. She was good at this, Gil realized. The way she was taking him was as if she had seen him before and was mentally prepared for him. There was nothing but truth in that, she had been prepared for too long.

  “I like the way you handle yourself, baby,” he said and smiled at her as he pushed himself into her.

  Gil pushed on, making her eyes roll with delight. She had missed this, Lucia mused as she accepted him. He then withdrew and pushed further again until she fully accepted him. She was impressed by how he handled her. He had actually managed to make her breath run short. Gil waited until she was well relaxed before he started to move.

  He made love to her steadily at first, listening to her whimper as he touched all the right places. Her hands moved along her body so that she was not sure where to concentrate on. He was taking her into a world only he could ever take her. She had forgotten everything. Gil finally started to pick pace, moving faster and faster as her body moved back and forth like a dish rag. He submitted himself to her with pure abandon until her orgasm hit and she shattered and screamed. Gil did not stop; his orgasm was right on him and he worked faster and harder until her felt himself shooting forth and at the same time she clenched from another orgasm before finally slowed down to a stop.

  He collapsed on top of her but she pushed him to the side. The night for her was just beginning. She was no longer tired, if anything her son’s best friend had brought more energy with him. She smiled and closed her eyes as euphoria covered her like a cloud.

  The End

  The Girl with No Name

  She was seated alone in a bar and this was the fifth time in a month Michael had seen her there. He caught her looking at his direction and the first thing that came to his mind was that she liked him, or had noticed him. It was either one or the other. His friends were busy playing and talking over their drinks to even notice that his mind had drifted to the bar girl, like he liked to think of her. Michael knew that he was going to have to talk to her, one way or another because she was the finest woman he had ever seen.

  It was not even funny. For a woman like her to sit alone like that in a bar full of men, it would mean that at one point or another, a man would approach her. This was the other thing that held Michael back. During his observation period, he noticed that every man who even thought of approaching her was given a death stare. It was the kind of stare that told a man not to even think about approaching her.

  It was a little amusing to see a man approach her and get pushed away like nothing. It was also a little sad that the woman would frequent a bar like that and chose to be alone.

  “Hey Michael, will you stop staring at the bar girl and just go say hi. It has been a month man,” his best friend said all of a sudden. This was enough to jolt Michael back into reality.

  “Nah, man. She is just going to push me away like she has been pushing the rest of the guys,” Michael said. He took a swig from his bottle and swallowed hard. If only there was no chance of getting turned away by the woman. Michael had even theorized that maybe she was not interested in men. Maybe she was into women. This theory had, however, been killed when a friend of his sent a woman her way just to test and the woman told her that she was only interested in men. He did not even know her name yet, and it had been five times.

  Of course, Michael was not happy about this. He was not happy that the woman he seemed to like was near yet so far away. His friends were equally amazed at his fear of her because he was known to be the man who always got the girl. It had been like that ever since they had been in college. Yet here he was in a bar looking at a woman and unable to even make two steps toward him. It was sad and frustrating.

  “Maybe she has been pushing the rest of the guys away because she has her eyes on you,” his friend said.

  Michael looked at him and shook his head, “I think you have been drinking too much. You have it all wrong. I have seen her looking at me a couple of times but she never gave me that look that told me that she is interested. It is like she is studying me most of the times,”

  “How does being a specimen feel like, then?” his friend asked and everyone broke into laughter. All apart from Michael who was slowly gathering the courage to go talk to her.

  “What if I go and talk to her today?” he asked himself. It was loud enough for the rest of his friends to hear and so they urged him on.

  “I will buy you beer for the rest of the week,” his best friend said.

  “You are seriously going to buy me beer for the rest of my life?”

  “No, for the rest of the week dummy. I am not your husband you fool. Now go talk to her, you need to get laid, fast,” his best friend said and pushed
Michael to his feet. Michael got to his feet and took a deep breath. It was either now or never, he told himself as he made his way toward her. Only then did he realize that he was a little tipsy, enough to give him sufficient courage. This made him wonder how he would be like if he had not taken alcohol. He would probably not have the courage to even look at her. This was very unbecoming of the ladies’ man that he and his friends knew him to be.

  She watched him walking toward her and started to smile. Michael took it for a great sign because no other man had received such a smile. No other man had actually received a smile.

  “Hi, so, I have been watching you for some time and I could not help…”

  “You could not help but notice that I send all the men away. So you thought I was seated here five times waiting for you, no?” the woman asked, interrupting him.

  This took Michael by surprise, but he recovered quickly, “Well, I wanted some piece of the action. I am Michael and if you send me away without at least telling me who you are then we will have wasted a lot of time looking at each other,” the man said.

  “Who said that we ever look at each other?”

  “When I said the words looking at each other, your mouth twitched a little, indication that I hit some truth somewhere,” Michael said. It was all bollocks but he knew he would get a reaction out of her. The woman suddenly tightened her mouth and raised an eyebrow.

  “I think you are lying.”

  “I was, but when I mentioned it, you actually tightened your mouth to hide the supposed telltale signs that I mentioned. Which means that my lie was actually a truth,” Michael said.

  “Maybe my mouth twitches when I am showing disgust,” The woman said.

  “In any case, I would still love to know the name of the woman who finds me so disgusting,” Michael said. He could not believe it. The courage was not even needed. They were conversing and as long as she had not pushed him away, it meant that she found him interesting enough to hold a conversation with despite the mundane nature it came with.

  “What makes you think I want you to know my name?”

  “It would be highly unfair of you not to give me your name,” Michael said.

  “Because you voluntarily gave me your name?”

  “Exactly, and I know you well enough to will give me your name,” Michael said.

  “You know me well enough?” The woman asked and laughed.

  “Bits and pieces, but I can try my best to profile you,” Michael said.

  The woman looked at Michael and shook her head. She would have loved to listen to him some more but there was no time. It was her time to leave and she did not want to be at the bar again.

  “Well, I am sure you have a lot to say. I mean seeing me five times is enough to create a lot of curiosity in you. But you see, I have to go. Maybe the next time you see me, I will agree to you telling me what you know about me,” The woman said.

  Michael smiled and stepped back to allow her to get to her feet. She was shorter than him and a great more beautiful closer than she was from far.

  “Well, Michael who gives his name without being asked, I am going to leave now. I hope to see you again sometime,” the woman said before walking away.

  Michael stood there and thought about the encounter. It was not as bad as he had hoped it to be. As a matter off act, she had shown a little interest in him, enough for her to want to see him again. After all, why then would she even talk about another meeting? He felt the urge to walk after her and insist on talking to her but then thought against it. There was no need of ruining the good impression that he had made already.

  “Does she like you?” his best friend asked putting an arm around him. It was apparent that they had been watching him. It was time for Michael to feel proud now. He had not shown any signs of nervousness around the woman, that was a good sign as well.

  “I think she likes me, she just has a hard time telling me that,” the man said with a smile.

  “What did you tell her?” Michael’s best friend asked. The man had always been curious of Michael’s methods. The man was good, all right. He scored with any woman he tried to approach and it was not a strange thing for his best friend to get curious.

  “A lot of nice things. I mean, it was harder than not, but I managed,” Michael said.

  “I assume you secured a second date then.”

  Michael thought about the second date. He had not really thought about it, just the possibility that it would happen on way or another. She had, after all, promised him that they were going to meet again.

  “Have you ever been invited for a date without really being invited?” Michael asked. It was the only way he could explain that.

  “I would answer that if I understood half of what you just said,” his best friend said.

  “Well, it is like this. She said we were going to meet again. This time, I was only interested in her name. It was the one thing she refused to give me and you know very well that you cannot really make a score with a woman if you do not have her name.” Michael said.

  “That makes sense,” the man said.

  “It is all about the long game. You don’t want to come off as an inconsiderate guy. You look at the woman and think about the situation that has placed the both of you on the same boat...”

  “Or bar.”

  “Yes. You also think, like in her situation, the reasons why I approached her in the first place.”

  “Because you two had been checking each other out for the longest time now.”

  “Great and to jump right in without asking her name first would not only be wrong, but it would show some greed that woman do not appreciate,” Michael said.

  “You really have everything worked out about women, don’t you?” his friend asked.

  “And I have given you a free lesson on how to approach women so I need about two rounds of beer for the trouble,” Michael said, lading the man toward their previous table. Their friends were happy to see them again and were more than interested to know what the man had said to the woman to actually make her smile. It turned out that they had also noticed that no other man had managed to not only stay as long as he had stayed, but make her smile genuinely. By the end of the conversation, Michael was branded a magician, because only he could work out that kind of magic on a woman.

  Michael drifted off along the conversation because he could not get the woman out of his mind. The smooth way in which they had held their conversations, the silent promises, the… everything that had happened was happening as if it was meant to happen. If he had not been any wiser, he would have thought that the woman had positioned herself in that bar for him to talk to.

  It would not be the first time something like that had happened to him. a woman had once appeared everywhere he was an d it had turned out to be an ex-girlfriend’s sister who had not been happy to see Michael walking around as if nothing had happened. That was not the kind of interaction Michael was looking forward for because the previous one had almost cost him his life.

  It was suffice to say, however, that the woman did not look like she could cause him any harm. He had been careful after his first ordeal and had tried as much as possible to leave every relationship in an amicable way. In addition to that, Michael always made sure that his women understood that he was not the kind to get into relationships that easily. He was simply looking for fun. The good thing about that was that he had found women who were almost exclusively just looking for the same thing that he was looking for, fun.

  It was a week before they finally saw each other. This time, it was not in a bar. Michael was in the supermarket when someone walked toward him from behind.

  “For someone who I have only ever seen in a bar, you make a pretty strange sight,” she said, causing him to turn. Michael had not expected to see her so soon. Well, he had actually not expected to see her. It had been three days since he stepped foot in that bar and he had not been thinking about her of late. Life was happening, he was getting caught up
with work.

  “I guess I could say the same about you, only that you make a stranger sight,” Michael said smiling.

  “Why do I make a strange sight? You did not think that a woman who only goes to a bar can go to a supermarket?” The woman asked.

  “No, actually, I never thought I would get approached by someone who refused to give me her name. People who refuse to give names are spies and spies don’t mingle in supermarkets,” the man said.

  “Maybe I am a different kind of spy.”

  “A weird kind of spy, one that cannot come up with a cover name. I think you are too honest to make a spy,” Michael said.

  “And you know all about spies because you are a spy, no?”

  “No, but I have watched enough movies to tell that you are not a spy,” Michael said. There is was again, the conversation that got Michael so excited he literary lost track of time. They were standing in one of the isle and suddenly everything else lost its significance.

  “You are right. I am not a spy actor.”

  “Plus, I am sure that if I threw a jab at you, you would call security instead of cracking my ribs,” the man said.

  “I would love for you to try.”

  “I don’t punch people who don’t have names,” Michael said. All this was driven toward one point. They could use a million ways to arrive to a single point, her name. It felt a little weird to not know her name because Michael had volunteered his. It was only natural for him to want to know her name. After all, a huge part of someone is attributed to the name.

  “Then I think I am safer without a name.”

  “I don’t punch people at all.”

  “I don’t believe you,” the woman said. She reached past him and grabbed a box of cereals before she started walking down the long isle. Michael stopped to look at her, enough to give her the opportunity to walk a few steps before him. The woman was beautifully curved all right. Michael had no doubt that he was going to be thinking about her for the longest time.