Boudoir Books
An Erotic Short Story
By Summer Ellis
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The following story contains adult themes and explicit sexual situations
that are intended for adults only.
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Boudoir Books
An Erotic Short Story
She thumbed through her book half heartedly, shifting restlessly in her chair. The tingle was back with a vengeance, and the one thing that would satisfy it wasn’t an option.
After a string of bad experiences, the decision to stop having casual sex was an easy one, but hard to enforce with her goddamned pussy twitching at every provocation. In desperation, she'd sought out the book store, thinking that a public setting and a good book were just the distraction she needed.
She glanced up from her book as a bookstore employee began replacing books on the shelf not far away. She was a cute girl, petite, with short blond hair. Her khaki pants cupped a sumptuous ass and even the shapeless polo shirt couldn’t hide her full tits as they bounced around with her movements. God, she probably has the prettiest pink nipples, perfect for sucking! Of course, they could be the soft brown sugar color that some had, but that was okay too. There was nothing like licking warm caramel off beautiful brown nipples as they pebbled beneath your tongue…
Perhaps feeling her gaze, the girl turned with a polite smile and asked innocently, “Are you finding everything alright? Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Um, no thank you. I was just spacing out. Sorry.”
Casting her eyes down onto her book again, she crossed one leg over the other to squeeze her pussy tight, willing it to behave. She attempted to concentrate on reading. Unfortunately, another test of her will, in the form of a devastatingly hot guy, came to sit in the seat across from her.
She shifted again, shuddering slightly as she felt the full sensitive little pearls of her tits edge up and brush against the rim of her bra. A small cough caused her to glance up, catching the man looking at his book with a smirk. He couldn't possibly know, could he?
Her eyes went to the book he was reading and one of her eyebrows rose in surprise. He was reading an erotic novel. What a maverick! Although he could be gay… the interesting ones usually are.
Regardless, her imagination went off on a tangent, creating a vivid fantasy of the two of them christening the nearby display table while scattering new releases in a furious sweep of sweaty limbs.
Her fantasy shattered suddenly as he shifted in his seat, and she realized with a start that she’d been staring at an ever growing bulge in his lap. She glanced up and her breath tripped as he stared back. Instead of being uncomfortable or creepy, his gaze was blatant and hot.
“Provocative stuff isn’t it?” He chuckled.
She managed a small laugh and tried to shrug it off with a joke.
“Is there such a thing as sympathy lust? You know… you’re doing the reading, but some how I had the fantasy?”
“I’d have to know more about the fantasy to determine if my book were at fault. What was it about?” he asked, a mischievous gleam in his chocolate brown eyes.
“Well, um…”
She avoided answering for a moment, letting her eyes track down the length of him from the top of his black wavy hair, past the ‘as sexy as a hundred hail marys worthy of sin’ body, all the way to his ‘Yes I’m straight’ ugly brown shoes.
There was no way she could let the challenge in his eyes go unanswered, she was burning up with it. It scorched her core, soul, pussy. She felt a deep blush spread from her cheeks, down her neck, to the top of her tits. “It was about books, about the feel of them biting into my skin as I lay across that table over there, and someone... um, fucked me.”
“As who fucked you?” he asked, his gaze becoming hungry.
She couldn’t say it. Oh god, she should leave right now.
“As I fucked you?” he persisted. “That’s a thought I enjoy very much. Listen, not to weird you out or anything… and if you don’t like the idea just say so and I’ll leave you alone… but would you like to accompany me to that rarely visited section in the corner over there? We could discuss… the similarities between fantasies and reality.”
Well, that’s one way of putting your money where your mouth is.
Her heart started pounding a noisy hammering beat as she tried to gather her thoughts. Her panties were already wet, but this took casual sex to a whole new level. Her body hummed at the thought of accompanying this stranger to the ‘almost’ privacy behind a rack of books… but her brain was berating her for even considering it.
She swore quietly, already knowing what her own answer would be before she stood up and straightened her skirt.
“I’m not opposed to having… a discreet discussion.”
He didn’t speak as he pulled her to her feet and led her past the high traffic areas, moving well beyond the aisles monitored by security cameras in the front of the store. He backed her against the flat end-cap of a bookshelf before speaking.
“I couldn’t help but notice you struggle in discomfort earlier. Maybe this would help?” he asked as his broad hands slid up under her sweater to rub his way up her sides and cup her aching tits. She gasped in surprise at his direct approach, but quickly realized that it made sense. There wasn’t much time for dilly dallying. They only had so long before someone came along.
He paused and let out a slow breath before tightening his grasp, kneading her sensitive flesh through the silky material of her bra. Her small moan made him smile. “You like that? I like it too. You know what else I’ve decided I like? I like watching people shopping, oblivious to the fact that you’re almost coming and I haven’t even done anything special yet. It’s amazing.”
She didn’t like the gloating tone in his voice. Before he finished speaking, she reached out and cupped him firmly in her hand, tugging and massaging lightly through his pants. “Mmmm, yes, I like it. I like a lot of things.”
He thrust his hips into her hand with a small grunt as he glanced about nonchalantly to make sure no one was around. His fingers stayed busy under her sweater, yanking her bra down and spilling her breasts into his hands as he continued to massage and tweak her nipples. Her knees buckled a little each time.
When she couldn’t take it anymore, she slid down the end-cap to kneel between his legs. He looked alarmed for a moment before grabbing a book and pretending to read as he spoke. “I don’t think that’s a good idea… too hard to put it away quickly if someone comes by.”
“Well, I guess you'd better be extra vigilant,” she countered, unzipping his pants and freeing his straining cock.
Without further ado, she engulfed his entire length in her mouth for the shock factor, glancing up to look him in the eye as beads of sweat popped out on his forehead. He did an admirable job keeping a straight face as she teased and tasted him with her tongue from the thick base of the shaft to the very soft tip where small drops of salty sweetness escaped. God, the taste. It was so good.
She worked him on and on with her hands and mouth until she was sure that he was about to come, but he pulled away abruptly. Tucking himself back into his pants with no small amount of difficulty, he grinned. “I’m not ready for that yet, sweetheart. After all, a gentleman always gets his lady off a few times first. Why don’t you let me see what had you hopping around in your seat so much, eh?”
“Do you want to go somewhere a little more private?”
“In a minute, I just have to pet that kitty first.” He chuckled. “I want to hear you purr for me, so every time I come into this store, I can remember the sound of it.”
He led her around to the far side of the bookcase, bending her over, where she could hold onto a shelf for support. He shoved her skirt all the way up over her hips, leaving her ass bare and out in the open. It was almost unbearable. She couldn’t see anything but carpet. If someone came along, she would have no idea until it was too late.
She held her breath waiting for his next move. She suppressed a squeal as his fingers plunged deep and fast, shocking her as she’d shocked him. She bit her lip and shuddered silently as she came all over his hand.
“I feel that cream Sweets, but I want to hear your pleasure.”
He stroked the cream through her pussy, working her clit hard until she came again. “Oh! Oh fuck! Mmmmm….”
“God damn. Fuck yes, Sweetheart... Ah, shit. That was beautiful, but I think our time here is up.” He patted her bottom, pulling her skirt back down. “We can move somewhere else if you’d like to continue. I could do this with you all day.”
She had a hard time pulling her thoughts together. “Mmm. Yes. More. My place. Come with me.”
He chuckled. “Absolutely.”
She pulled him out of the store and into her car. Her free hand had a mind of its own; it kept reaching over to stroke his cock as she drove. The three miles to her apartment had never taken so long.
She hauled him into her apartment and immediately found herself shoved up against the front door, hands clasped above her head. He trailed wet kisses from her mouth and down her body, removing clothes as he went.
They sank to the floor and he devoured her mouth before guiding her onto her hands and knees. The cold tiles in the foyer contrasted with the heat coursing through her as he sank into her pussy with a loud groan.
“God, Sweets, your pussy is so wet!”
"You're telling me. You should feel it from my end. I'm going to spontaneously combust if you don't fuck me soon."
He growled, thrusting deep, but keeping the pace slow. She was having none of it.
“Fuck me!” She heaved her ass against him, squeezing him inside her, until he gave in. Shoving her thighs further apart, his fingers sank deep into her flesh, holding her steady as his rhythm quickened to match her fervor. His balls slapped her clit, over and over, creating a maddening electric pulse through her whole body with each deep push. Her breasts swung freely below them, puckered nipples scraping the edge where tile met carpet, until she cried out as an orgasm screamed through her.
He slowed his strokes again, twisting his hips, wringing every last twitch and spark out of her orgasm. “That’s right. Come all over me, Sweetheart... God, yes... That feels so good.”
He repositioned his legs to the outside of her thighs, pushing them together with his knees and increasing the pressure around his cock tenfold. Easing her head toward the floor, he worked her from an entirely different angle. Her body wrapping him in warm honey.
She panted, sensation already mounting again, building on the afterglow. "Holy shit, that's amazing."
"I'm not nearly finished with you yet."
He kept at it, pacing her, slapping her ass sharply when he felt she was too close to the edge to prolong the sensation. She was soon keening with each thrust, urging him on.
“Oh shit, Sweetheart. I can’t keep this up if you’re going to make those sexy sounds.”
He pistoned his hips, twisting them downward, and reached around to barely the sensitive nub between her slick folds. A flare of sensation burned through her core, bringing her climax screaming along with it.
Her body bucked hard against him, causing him to lose his grip on his own self-control. He bent over her, his body clenched and straining, as the orgasm gripped him by the balls, erupting from his cock the punch of a championship boxer.
They both collapsed, panting for air.
She turned to kiss him. That was freakin’ amazing, but... now what? Glancing up, she paused as a smirk creased his mouth and raised an eyebrow.
He chuckled and propped his head on an arm. “So… what kind of books do you like to read?”
Their laughter echoed through the apartment.
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