Sensual Erotica: Secret Admirer
By
Red Phoenix
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Sensual Erotica: Secret Admirer
Copyright 2012 by Red Phoenix
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.
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Secret Admirer
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After Amy’s delightful one time encounter with the charming Brit, she wanted more unencumbered sex. She wasn’t interested in love. Her heart still belonged to Troy, even though he had ended their long-distance relationship. What Amy truly desired was a sexual encounter with someone she would never see again.
She casually brought it up with her friend Pamela over coffee and was surprised to learn her friend knew exactly where she could go. “There’s this hotel downtown where they give you a room. You get undressed, put a blindfold on and then you wait.”
“You wait for what?”
“Some guy you don’t know will come into the room and have amazing sex with you. You don’t have to worry about commitment, but you are also guaranteed that the guy is in good physical shape. Everyone is required to get tested. It’s totally awesome.”
“You mean you’ve tried it?” Amy asked, slightly shocked at this adventurous side of her friend.
Pamela smiled shyly. “Yes, a couple of times.”
Amy jaw fell open. “More than once? So how were they?”
“Each one of mine was different, but I enjoyed them all. I totally love the mystery behind it.”
“Is there a chance you can get hurt?” Amy didn’t want to experience another paddling session that left her bruised for a week. Although she looked back on Brad’s paddling with fondness, the experience had been enough to last her a lifetime.
“No, you fill out a paper on what you will and won’t do. They match up the guy based on that.”
“Is it a skuzzy place?”
“Oh no, it’s a high class hotel. You’d like it.”
Amy smiled to herself. This might be the exact thing I need. “How do you set it up?”
“I have connections,” Pamela said, winking playfully. “They don’t take just anyone, but you don’t need to worry. You are exactly what the kind of girl they want, sexy and young. If you’d like, we can both go next weekend. You and I can compare notes over breakfast.”
“Wow, to have sex with a guy you will never know seems crazy… but exciting.”
“Trust me, it is. I walk around these days wondering if the man next to me was one of my partners. Because you have the blindfold on and the lights are low, the guys can never be sure who you are. It’s completely safe.”
“Why don’t the guys wear blindfolds?”
Pamela grinned. “Come on, Amy. You know men are visual. They need to see us naked to enjoy the experience. Us women? We find it more stimulating to be blindfolded, at least I do.”
“Does it cost anything?”
“No, the guy pays for the room. We’re just the fringe benefit.”
Amy took extra time in the bathtub the day of her “mystery date”. She spent an hour taking a bubble bath. Afterwards she shaved her legs and pussy, spread lilac lotion over her skin, painted her nails, and styled her hair. Amy was giddy with anticipation. She would have been nervous except for the fact Pamela had done it several times and enjoyed each encounter.
They met at the lobby of the Wellington Hotel twenty minutes ahead of schedule so they could ready themselves before their men arrived. Pamela led her to a separate check-in desk where they each received a glittery gold bag and a key. She and Amy took the elevator to the twelfth floor where they parted ways.
“Have fun, Amy. I’ll meet you here around say… nine tomorrow. They make a killer breakfast for us girls downstairs. We can talk then.”
Amy sighed and smiled nervously. “I was feeling okay until now.”
“Don’t worry, girlfriend. Tonight is going to blow your mind. I can’t wait to hear all about it in the morning.” Pamela swung her bag enthusiastically as she walked down the hallway.
Amy went to her room and unlocked the door. She gasped when she saw how elegant it was. The furniture was made of mahogany, the four-poster bed had a massive headboard and there were mirrors throughout the room, including the ceiling. The lighting was soft, reminiscent of a romantic scene in a movie.
Amy put the bag on the marble counter and opened it up. She pulled out a delicate mask. It reminded her of a Mardi Gras mask, except there were no holes for the eyes. So this pretty thing is my blindfold. There were instructions included. She followed them, taking off all her clothes and putting them inside the gold bag. One instruction in particular stuck out to her, “Do not take off the mask under any circumstances. Removal will result in immediate dismissal. No exceptions.” Amy put the bag in the closet and walked over to the bed.
She put the blindfold over her eyes. The fit was tight but comfortable. She would not be able to peek without taking it off. Amy lay on the luxurious bed completely naked, waiting for her partner to come. Her heartbeat echoed in her head while she waited. The anticipation was thrilling – the not knowing who would come through the door or what he would do with her. Amy wondered how the night would unfold. Would he be shy and uncertain, sexually aggressive, or sweet and romantic?
All of her senses went on red alert the instant she heard the key in the lock. It opened slowly. Amy’s breath increased. Then the door closed shut and there was the click as the lock slid into place. He’s here.
Her nipples hardened and she felt her groin contract in response to his presence. Amy tried to control her breathing as his light footsteps moved across the carpeted floor. The smell of a lime-like aftershave preceded him.
“Oh, you are stunning.” The man’s voice was low and intoxicating.
She heard the sounds of material shifting and assumed he was taking off his shirt. Then the distinct sound of a belt unbuckling and the unzipping of pants. It was followed by the crash of a belt hitting the floor, letting her know he no longer clothed. This guy isn’t wasting any time.
Amy’s heart pounded when she felt his weight on the bed. Then his hand touched her right foot and slowly made its way up her leg. “Is this your first time here?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.” His fingers continued up her leg, slowly passing by her mound and over her breasts until they made their way to her lips. He lightly grazed her bottom lip with one finger. He paused for a second and then said, “I can’t believe my luck.” Her anonymous lover’s hand lightly caressed her shoulder and traveled down her arm. Her senses were heightened, making his touch like fire on her sensitive skin. He made concentric circles around her right breast, finally landing on her nipple. He pinched and pulled on it, making her gasp in pleasure. Then he preformed the same maneuver on the other breast. After being so quick to undress, her partner was leisurely in the way he played with her body. He seemed in no hurry to take her and she was grateful. She enjoyed the buildup he was creating.
“Do you like your nipples sucked?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
She felt the bed shift as he leaned over. His warm lips encased her left nipple. She could feel the rough hair of his mustache. Her mysterious partner sucked her receptive nipple and brushed it lightly with his tongue. Amy squirmed in delight. He moved to the other one and sucked even harder. She moaned, enjoying the amount of suction he was giving to it.
However, he didn’t stay there long. Instead, her lover moved his kisses to her bellybutton and swirled his tongue playfully around it. Amy was getting more excited with each passing moment. He began licking and nipping his way down.
Her lover’s lips traveled down over her mound and landed directly onto her clit. He licked it with relish. His passionate utterance let her know he enjoyed the taste of her. His long tongue played with her swollen clit and then sought its way into her opening. It was a new experience for her. Amy arched her back as he grabbed her ass and pushed his tongue into her vagina. It explored her, the most intimate of French kisses. Then he went back to her clit and rapidly shook his head back and forth. Amy cried out in delight.
“God, I love eating pussy,” he murmured between licks. He finally released her clit and crawled on top of her. She thought he was going to enter her, but he kissed her instead. Her juices were part of the kiss and it startled her. She’d never tasted herself before. It was salty with a spicy undertone. Amy found it strangely erotic to share her juices with this man.
His lips moved to her neck and he started sucking on the delicate skin. She moaned when she felt him bite her neck while he continued to suck. It was extremely sensual; so when he stopped, she turned her head and offered him the other side. He obliged and his mouth came down on her providing another stinging mark of his passion.
“You are one sexy minx,” he growled into her ear. He cupped her breasts and pushed them together. Her lover ran his tongue over both nipples at the same time. It was another move she hadn’t experienced before. It seemed he was full of surprises. “You’re breasts are exquisite, I am definitely going to fuck them tonight... but not yet.”
Amy felt him leave the bed and she lay there wondering what he would do next. When he returned he told her in a low seductive voice, “Relax and enjoy.” The light touch of a feather brushed over her nipple.
Amy smiled as he tickled her areola with it. “That’s nice.”
His low chuckle sent pleasant shivers through her. She liked the tone of his voice. There was masculine quality that emanated sex appeal. He spent time teasing her body with the feather, from her face down to her toes. During his exploration, he found her most ticklish area. It turned out to be behind her knees and he kept returning to it, making her giggle.
“I like the sound of your laugh,” he whispered. Her lover’s lips locked onto hers and his tongue darted deep into her mouth. She pulled him closer, getting lost in the passionate kiss. His manly groan caused her pussy to contract again. She took his hand and pressed it against her clit. He fingered her folds briefly before moving down to eat her again.
Amy wanted penetration, by either his fingers or his shaft. “I want to feel you inside me,” she purred.
“I’m not ready yet.”
She reached down expecting him to be limp, but his cock was already hard to the touch. Amy wasn’t sure what he was waiting for, but she needed to be fucked so she wrapped her lips around his dick. Her partner grunted and pushed her head down further on his shaft. “I knew those lips would feel good.”
Amy sucked on his cock as she moved up and down, encircling the rest of his shaft with her hand. She was surprised that it seemed to grow in length the more she played with it. Amy broke the suction and began licking his balls while she stroked him with her hand. He tasted of soap and fresh sweat. Whoever he was, her partner was a stickler for cleanliness.
She nibbled up the side of his cock as if it was an ear of corn. He groaned loudly. “I just want to rip off your mask right now and watch your expression as you suck my cock.” Amy smiled and began nibbling the other side. His shaft was too long for her to take fully into her mouth, so she nibbled and licked the head. Then she started exploring his body with her hands.
She found his chest covered in coarse hair. Amy rubbed against his nipples but got no response, so she changed tactics and rubbed her amble breasts over his chest so their nipples touched. “Aw yes. That is splendid, my dear,” he said approvingly. She moved lower.
The feeling of her hard nipples grazing the surface of his cock was surprisingly pleasant. She felt a jolt of electricity from the contact and moaned softly. Her lover laid her back on the bed and pressed her breasts together. Then he slid his long shaft between her luscious mounds and groaned, “Perfection.”
He slid his long pole in and out of her cleavage, bumping her chin with the head of his shaft. There was no doubt he had the longest cock she’d ever encountered. Amy was tempted to sneak a peek just to see how big it was. Instead, she opened her mouth and began sucking on the tip as he slowly fucked her breasts. “As much as I enjoy this I am in need of that wet little pussy of yours, I think.”
Finally! He asked her to lie down on her stomach and then he put a pillow underneath, elevating her ass. Amy bit her bottom lip in anticipation.
“Damn, that’s a nice ass you have there.” He stroked her butt cheeks with both hands and then one of his fingers rubbed the outside of her anus. Amy stiffened. She had not agreed to have anal sex. That was reserved only for Troy.
He sensed her tension and chuckled softly. “Don’t worry. I just wanted to touch your tight little asshole. I’m not taking you that way. At least not tonight.” He continued to rub it while he lightly nibbled her right ass cheek. “But it does beg to be fucked, my dear.” She felt the bed shift as he positioned himself behind her. He pressed his cock into her moist opening and pushed. Amy cried out as she felt the head of his dick push all the way into her, hitting against her cervix. It was uncomfortable, so she shifted to change the angle.
“I’ll help you relax,” he said smoothly. He reached for her shoulders and massaged her back all the way down to her buttocks. Then he started back up at the shoulders, repeating the process time and time again. With each reach, he pushed a little further into her. Her partner took it slow and his hands were magic. Her whole body relaxed under his expert manipulation.
His patience paid off when Amy finally felt his balls lightly bounce against her clit. She had taken all of him and it felt good. “See, my dear. It just takes a man who knows how to love your body properly.” He held her ass down as he started thrusting his lengthy cock inside her. She moaned as she took his full thrusts. There was something about this man, something so alluring that made her want – no need to be used for his pleasure. “I’m going to come in you now.”
“Yes,” Amy purred.
He began pounding her furiously. Amy was shocked as she lost all other sensation. No one had fucked her with such speed and depth before. Her entire body focused only on the movement of his cock inside her. It seemed to go on forever. She moaned uncontrollably and he answered her with a guttural cry when his orgasm finally took over. His thrusts suddenly stopped as his shaft pulsated, releasing spurt after spurt inside her. He eventually collapsed on top of Amy with his dick still wedged deep.
She thought it was over until her body began to tense. She slowly registered that an orgasm was building in her core. The chills hit just as an intense climax crashed over her. She whimpered as she came, her pussy muscles contracting around her partner’s semi-hard cock. She panted afterwards, completely stunned by the delayed orgasm.
“Yes,” he growled in her ear. “I knew I could please you.”
Her mysterious lover disengaged from her gently. “Do you mind if I smoke?” Amy shook her head as she lay back on the pillow. Soon the room filled with the smell of expensive tobacco. She breathed in deeply, enjoying the cigar smell. It reminded Amy of her childhood.
“Thank you for the evening,” he said. “It was most enjoyable. I hope you feel the same.”
Amy turned in the direction of his voice and smiled. “It was even better than I expected.”
He chuckled softly, “Rest assured, the feeling is mutual.”
She heard the man dress and then he gave her a chaste kiss on the lips as he caressed her breasts one final time. “I won’t forget tonight.” The door shut and silence filled the room. She tentatively took off her mask and lay there for several minutes thinking back over their lovemaking. He had been an experienced lover, of that she had no doubt. The remnants of cigar smoke lingered in the room and it made her smile. She rolled off the bed and went to the mirror. Amy stared at her reflection, feeling completely satisfied.
Her smile disappeared. That smell reminded her of someone besides her father. She thought back, trying to place it. His voice. The man’s masculine voice had a familiar ring to it. She replayed what he said in her mind. There was that remark about not believing his luck and he’d mentioned several times that he “knew this…” A shiver ran down her spine. Was it possible her partner recognized her? Amy went back to the bed and wrapped the blankets around her. It is just a coincidence. Stop freaking yourself out. Amy forced herself to go to sleep. There was no way he could have known her. No way…
She woke up in the morning still feeling antsy. It seemed like forever before nine o’clock rolled around and she was able to meet up with Pamela.
“So girl, how was your first night?”
Amy remained quiet.
Pamela grabbed onto her arm in alarm. “Did something go wrong, Amy?”
“The evening was nice,” she started, but then her eyebrows knotted in concern. “I just get the feeling my partner knew me.”
“I can’t believe it!”
“Yeah, and if that’s true it ruins the whole encounter, yanno?”
“Who is he?”
“I’m not sure yet. But there was something familiar about the guy and some of the things he said make me think that he knew me.”
“This city is so big, Amy. The chance of meeting up with someone you know is nearly impossible.”
“Normally I’d agree, but still…” Amy saw an older gentleman walk into the hotel restaurant and sit down for breakfast. Although he was a stranger, seeing him triggered a memory. “Oh, wow!”
“What?”
Amy continued to stare at the man. “I think I know who it was.”
“Anyone I know?”
Amy shook her head. “No, he’s friends with Brad. I only met him once. The guy flirted with me and I distinctly remember he smelled like expensive tobacco. My partner last night smoked a cigar when we were done.” Amy stared intently at the older man across the room. “I can’t believe I had sex with a man old enough to be my father.”
Pamela looked at her questioningly. “Was it bad?”
“No, it was quite good.” Amy buried her head into her folded arms. “I just didn’t want to do it with someone I knew.”
Pamela tried to put a positive spin on the situation. “Come on, Amy. Don’t stress about it. I’m sure he would have said something if he knew you.”
Amy grabbed her purse. “I’ve got to get out of here.”
Pamela called behind her. “I’m sure you are mistaken, Amy. Don’t leave yet! They’re bringing our food out right now.”
Amy went back to her apartment. It didn’t matter that the sex had been good; she hadn’t wanted any complications. That was the whole point of the evening! Her worst fears were realized when her ex boyfriend called.
“I heard from Roger this morning,” Brad paused for a second, “Apparently you are single again.”
“Look Brad, I didn’t realize it was him.” She couldn’t believe Roger told Brad what happened!
“Amy…”
“I had no idea. I didn’t realize it until this morning.”
Brad was silent. Oh, crap! Amy had a bad feeling that she’d just stuck her foot in her mouth. “Amy, did you go to the Wellington Hotel last night?”
Was there any point in denying it now? “Yes,” she said quietly.
“Damn it.”
“I didn’t know. I never thought I would meet up with someone I knew.”
“Roger frequently enjoys the ‘hotel program’ you took advantage of. He has joked on numerous occasions about wanting you to come to the hotel so he could lavish his attention on you.”
“Did he tell you what happened?”
“No, Roger only mentioned he saw you. It was my decision to call. I wanted to find out how things stood with us. I never suspected for a second you fucked each other last night.”
His last words put her on the defensive. “Look Brad, it was never my intent.”
Brad’s voice was more controlled when he spoke next. “I believe you weren’t looking to screw my best friend, although I never thought you’d go to a place like that.” There was silence on the line again and then Brad asked in a voice ripe with pain, “Do you feel differently about him now?”
“Brad, get real. I am not interested in Roger.”
“Amy, I’ve never understood...” The silence stretched out for several agonizing seconds. She could hear the strained emotion when he finally asked, “Why did you leave me?”
Amy had walked out on their relationship without a word. It was cruel and it upset Amy that she’d hurt him. “I’m sorry, Brad. I’ve loved Troy for years.”
“Then you lied to me. You told me he was just a friend.”
She felt nauseous, knowing she had lied to him. However, at the time, she really thought she was over Troy. “Brad, I figured he had moved on and I was ready to move on with you.”
“Then where is he now?”
“Troy’s gone.” Amy was horrified when she started to cry.
“Amy, I’m here. I never left.” He responded with compassion; it would have been so much easier if he had yelled.
“I’m sorry, but I still love Troy.”
“Hell Amy! If he is dumb enough to let you go, he’s not worth crying over.”
Amy choked through her tears, “You have no idea what you are talking about. You can’t understand.”
“Then tell me. I want to understand. Let me come over and we can talk.”
“No, Brad. I already told you. I am done with relationships. I don’t want to try anymore.”
“But I miss you, Amy.”
“I’m sorry, Brad, I can’t. I just can’t.”
“So you’d rather go around fucking strangers?”
“I’m not doing this with you!”
She hung up the phone, coming to a vital realization. There was only one man she wanted and if she couldn’t have Troy, then she would rather be celibate the rest of her life. Since that wasn’t a real option given her sexual appetite, Amy picked up the phone and dialed his international number. We’ll find a way to make it work.
It took a while for the line to connect. Amy didn’t expect Troy to answer and was prepared to leave a message. To her surprise, it picked up after only two rings. A woman answered with a sexy Italian accent, “Hello?” Amy was stunned. She heard a giggle and another “Hello?”
In the background she heard Troy’s voice, “What are you doing, Delfina? Hang up. I never answer the phone.”
Amy slowly put down the receiver and closed her eyes. Troy had moved on…
The phone rang and she quickly picked it up. “Troy?”
She heard a soft chuckle and then, “No, Amy. It’s Roger.”
Her heart sank. “Why are you calling me?”
“Brad just called to ball me out. I wanted to apologize to you. I never meant for him to find out about us. I didn’t mean to put either of you in that situation.”
Amy didn’t believe Roger and called him on it. “Then why would you call Brad in the first place?”
“He’s been asking about you ever since you left. The man still cares for you.
“I don’t understand, Roger. Why the hell did you go through with last night? What kind of friend does that?”
He snorted. “I never hid the fact I wanted you. Fate seemed to be on my side when I found you in my room. Do you regret what happened?”
“I regret the unnecessary pain it caused Brad.”
“I agree on that point. I didn’t appreciate that it was more than an infatuation for him.”
Amy felt a stabbing pain in her chest. She still had feelings for Brad, but they were eclipsed by her love for Troy. Brad could never compare. No one could.
“Roger, I need you to convince Brad that it’s over between us. I cannot go back to him. I’m in love with Troy. It could never work because of that.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thanks.”
“Amy, I willingly demote myself back to being your not-so secret admirer. But know this, you will always have arms you can run to. I’m a loyal lover.”
Amy hung up the phone and groaned as she collapsed on her bed. Sex was becoming far too complicated. Maybe she should just become a nun.
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Be sure to look for the next story in the Sensual Erotica series called The Quartet, told from Amy’s point of view. Amy is thrilled when she gets an invite to enjoy a foursome with “The Boys” and Greg’s new girlfriend. However, Amy is also a little nervous. It’s the first time she has ever felt the touch of another woman. The night of ecstasy gets complicated when emotions are exposed that go deeper than simple lust. Has her plan of casual sex backfired into a hornet’s nest of heartbreak?
Read a passage from The Quartet:
Troy darted his tongue into her mouth. “Everything about you tastes good,” he groaned passionately. Troy buried his head into her neck and Amy found herself unintentionally watching Greg thrust his finger into Sheila. Amy observed the way Sheila’s inner lips encased his fingers as he thrust into her. The only thing missing was glistening wetness. Despite Greg’s attention, Sheila didn’t seem fully into it. Maybe all this was too weird for her.
When Troy returned to her lips, Amy reached down and took his shaft in her hand, stroking him gently. “Now it’s my turn to please you.”
Troy sighed deeply before answering. “I am not sure how long I can last, but I’ve missed those sexy lips.” He moved so that his cock was in line with her mouth. When her lips touched the smooth head of his cock, Troy grunted. “Oh yes, that’s what I’ve been missing.”
Amy licked his penis and lightly nibbled the edges of his head before taking him fully into her mouth. As soon as she started sucking, Troy groaned. “Crap. A year away from you is too long.” She looked up at him with his cock still in her mouth and giggled. “Amy, you’re giggling is going to make me come if you are not careful.”
Amy immediately froze as a timid finger touched her clit. Without looking, she knew it was Shelia. Amy closed her eyes. Should I push Shelia’s hand away or get up and leave?
Greg growled from between Sheila’s legs, “Baby, I can’t tell you how sexy it is to see you playing with Amy’s pussy.”
Amy couldn’t move, she couldn’t breathe as Sheila’s finger explored the folds of her inner lips. Her heart quickened even further, when Sheila began flicking her shy clit with her index finger.
Troy interrupted her paralysis by saying, “Keep sucking me, sexiness.”
Amy wasn’t willing to hurt Sheila’s feelings by pushing her hand away, so she returned her attention back on Troy’s dick. Amy was relentless as she teased him with her tongue and sucked on his head. Troy groaned when she took him deep in her mouth again.
“Slow down, sexiness. This man doesn’t want to explode just yet.”
Amy overheard Greg say, “If you want to please her, Sheila, do what I am doing to you.” Suddenly, she felt Sheila’s fingers slip into her vagina reaching for her G-spot. When Sheila hit it, Amy twitched involuntarily. Sheila pulled back but Greg encouraged her, “That shudder means you found it. Keep rubbing at the same pace I am.”
Sheila was an apt pupil and went right back to her G-spot. Watching Greg, Amy could tell Sheila was rubbing in time with him. She imagined that Greg was touching her through Sheila’s fingers and she could relax again.
Amy began stroking Troy’s cock at the same pace. In doing so, the four were in harmony and her body began to respond readily to Sheila’s gentle stimulation. Amy felt the familiar contractions that came when her G-spot was touched. Even though Sheila’s touch definitely felt female, it was still erotic and pleasing.
Troy groaned passionately, “I’m about to come!”
She grasped his dick hard and readied herself for the spurt of warm semen. Troy thrust himself deep into her mouth and she tasted the first of his come. It was delightfully familiar. Troy tasted of salt and the acidity of citrus. She swallowed all of it and licked his cock afterwards, wanting him to know how much she enjoyed his taste.
Soon after, she heard Sheila cry out. Sheila’s hips thrust upwards and Amy watched Greg feverishly stroke her pussy to climax. “That’s it, Baby. Come for me.” He kissed Sheila’s clit when the last of her orgasm ended.
“Oh Greg,” Sheila sighed contently. “I never knew…”
Sheila’s fingers suddenly went back to stroking Amy’s G-spot. Amy stiffened, but Greg murmured softly, “Enjoy it, Amy.”
The Sensual Erotica Series:
Loving Amy
Boy Toys
Bottoms Up
Deeper, Baby!
Taming Feral
The Flame
His Embrace
Her Gift
British Lover
Secret Admirer
The Quartet
Thrilling Her
Lover Mine
Amy’s Choice