Seduce Exotic Erotica

by Ella Hilton

  On the way back to the trailer I… Gary laid a hand on her knee and slowly slid it up Deb's thigh. This time she didn't stop him. Gary found only a very wet, naked and completely shaved love nest. She leaned back into her seat, closed her eyes and just let him play.

  Once back at the trailer she spun into his arms and kissed him hard with an open mouth and a whole lot of tongue. Her hand was pressing and rubbing into his bulging pants, while one of Gary's was on her breasts.

  When she finally broke the kiss, she pushed him away and said, "I'm sorry, but you'll have to make up the bed from the dinette." She opened up a cupboard and pulled out blankets for him and a long flannel nightgown for herself. Gary began to protest, but before he could say anything she kissed him again, squeezed him one last time and whispered, "As much as I would love to fuck you, I just can't do this to my husband." She turned, walked to the bed in the back of the trailer, pulled the curtain shut and turned on the lamp.

  I said… and I mean I, "But I am you husband."

  "Not this week end you're not. He's gone visiting his sick mother."

  "Well, maybe we can forget about that."

  "No, That wouldn't be fair to him. You see, he has this fantasy and I want him to really enjoy it and see how it would be if it wasn't just a fantasy." She said, pulling off her blouse.

  She was silhouetted against the curtain. Turned sideways, every curve was nicely visible. Once undressed, she lifted her breasts and played with them. Then her hands ran down her body and obviously played in other places. She bent over and made other obvious seductive poses to tease me. Then the light went out.

  "This isn't funny." I said, having gotten undressed myself and slipping into bed.

  "Well, you need to be careful what you ask for. You may just get it. Good night Gary. I hope you sleep well."

  I laid there thinking about what to do, while I could hear her moaning as she apparently continued to play with herself. I could play the game and stay where I was. Pretend to be Gary and go in and seduce/pretend to rape her (no I don't like that scenario). Do as she was doing and self-satisfy myself. Or I could just go in, be myself and say enough is enough.

  I didn't have to decide. About ten minutes had passed, when the curtain opened. Deb lit a candle. She stood before me in a pink teddy I had never seen before. She said, Gary, you're right. My husband sent me up here with you. He is not here to take care of the needs of the trailer, but you are. So I guess you'll have take care of all his duties."

  With that she walked over, pulled down the covers, unsnapped the buttons at the bottom of the teddy, crawled onto the bed and straddled my… I mean Gary's still hard appendage. Deb sat right down on it and began to ride. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts. We made love twice that night. I woke up the next morning to the feeling of lips sucking on Gary's tool and we made love again before going out breakfast and heading home.

  She wore her outfit from the night before with the pushup bra. She didn't bother to comb her hair or fix the smeared makeup on her face. She looked, just like what we had done the night before. All the people in the restaurant stared at us, but the men especially at her. All during breakfast her hand was on Gary's crotch and my hand was busy on her love nest as we sat together on the same side of the booth.

  On the ride home she kept Gary hard by undoing his pants and playing with him. Every so often she would lean over and take him into her mouth for a little while, but never fully taking care of his needs.

  Three hours later, we finally arrived home. When we got in the door, she turned on Gary and kissed him hard again, then said, "Let's get it on one more time before Bill gets home."

  After our showers, Deb came out of the bathroom in her flannel nightgown and her ratty old robe. Walking over to me, she gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "Hi, honey. I didn't hear you come in. How’s your Mom?"

  We made love again that night after the Cosby Reunion Show went off, which made it a total of 5 times in about 24 hours. A feat I haven't accomplished in over twenty years. Of course it was four times for Gary and only once for me.

  The End.

  Elevator Man

  I was coming home from work late one night and just as the doors to the elevator were closing in the lobby for my journey alone to the 36th floor, a man comes rushing in. He was about 30 to my 23 and fairly good looking from what I could see.

  I think to myself "Oh no! Small talk for 10 minutes..." when all of a sudden the lights go out and the elevator stops between floors. I start to panic because I am slightly claustrophobic when I hear this deep reassuring voice saying "Don't worry, I won't attack you. We can talk for a while to get your mind off this."

  Just the deep richness of his voice made me weak and I slid down to a sitting position on the elevator floor. I heard him settle down next to me and he took my hand in his. We sat there for a while holding hands and talking about our day at work.

  After a while, sitting in the dark with a man made me remember that I hadn't been this close to a male specimen for a long time and I started getting horny. I casually started leaning into him, caressing his forearm while talking and playfully mingling my fingers in his longish black hair.

  Surprised at this, he turned his head toward me to get a better look at my face but I was leaning too close so his lips actually grazed mine. I was lost. I pressed myself against his chest kissing him over and over, wanting to feel him all over me and inside me! He was kissing me back with a passion barely contained as, in my position, I could feel his growing arousal against my leg!

  He was sliding his hands all over my body but never dipping under my clothes which was driving me crazy from lust! I took the initiative and tore off my jacket, shirt and skirt, revealing myself in bra and panties. He took the hint and started undoing his shirt and pants, leaving himself naked except his very tented boxers!

  As soon as we were free of extra clothing, his hands went straight to my breasts, fondling them and making them ache for more. We slid back down to the floor and I lay on my back, opening my legs slightly. His hands left my breasts to trace a pattern down to my lower belly, where he could surely start to feel the moisture pooling in the dark recesses of my honey pot... My hands were doing a little exploring of their own, trailing down his back to cup his butt and back up, then down his chest to come to rest against his erection, which I could tell was impressive.

  Not one to forego foreplay I did something totally out of character and said, "Fuck foreplay I wanna fuck you NOW!" He obeyed and took off his boxers and my panties, told me to stand up. I was getting intrigued at this command but still stood in the corner, watching him put on protection.

  Finally, he told me to open my legs up by standing with my feet slightly wider apart than my shoulders. He came to stand between my legs and bent his knees slightly so his cock was just below my pussy. He then told me to come closer to him and wrap one leg around his.

  As I did this, I felt him slide up to a fully standing position, impaling my pussy on his dick! He pushed my back against the wall for better leverage and started moving me up and down on his cock, holding me by the waist. I was getting tired of standing on one leg so I got a good hold on his broad shoulders and heaved myself until both of my feet were of the ground and I wrapped my legs around his waist. This way I could better help him by thrusting down as he was thrusting upward, making it a better contact on my clit and my G-spot.

  We were moaning like crazy, the elevator was rocking back and forth but we were just concentrating on pleasing each other. All of a sudden, the lights go back on and we start moving again! I groan saying "Noooo! I wanna cum!" At these words, my mystery elevator man moves us toward the button panel and presses the stop button, plunging us back into darkness and stillness. As we resume our fuckfest, I can feel him growing harder and harder, pressing even more inside me, growing closer and closer to ecstasy until I feel him expand and explode inside his pouch, making me moan and twitch and groan and scream out as
my orgasm finally rocks my body.

  We both fall limp to the floor and rest for a few minutes before attempting to dress ourselves before putting the elevator back in action.

  Before leaving the elevator at my floor, I feel his hand squeeze my rump as a promise of more fun to come on future elevator rides. My mystery elevator man hasn't broken his unspoken promise yet.

  Safe Havens

  Daraquen was crouched on her hands and knees on the wooden floor of her father's kitchen. Her tiny hand held a glass bowl into which she peered with intense curiosity. Inside the transparent prison, a spider that had been unfortunate enough to have attracted the girls attention earlier as she played around the wash stand, scurried frantically from one side of the bowl to the other, tapping its legs on the cold clear material as it sought to find some crack or secret exit through which it could make it's bid for freedom, running up the sides but then sliding back into the bottom of the bowl. The antics of the spider brought shrieks of excitement from the girl as the spider continued to fail in its escape bid.

  After a while the spider ceased in its attempt to escape and sat motionless on it long legs. Daraquen tapped the glass bowl vigorously in an attempt to induce some movement from the strange creature. The spider however, seemed to be defying all her wishes and continued to sit quite still before her curling its legs tightly beneath its body. After about a minute or so of tapping and jogging of the glass she decided that a new approach might be required. Carefully she flipped the bowl over with the intent of dislodging the small animal from the glass, yet to her astonishment it remained as if by magic glued to the bottom of the glass, defying both her will and apparently the laws of gravity. Tapping the glass still providing no effect, the girl sought more drastic measures and raising the bowl a few inches from the floor brought it down with a soft bump. To her delight this produced the desired result and she emitted a little squeal of pleasure as the spider tumbled to the wooden floor and immediately ran to the edge of the bowl. It started to scramble frantically at the edges lifting its body clear of the floor and reaching high up the smooth glass walls of its prison.

  A large explosion emanating from her grandfathers workshop interrupted the game. Moments later the door flew open and an elderly man with a long flowing grey beard, rushed into the kitchen pursued closely by a large billowing cloud of blue smoke. He was obviously not amused by the recent events and was muttering under his breath as he hurried to the washstand and grabbed the water jug, He turned quickly, without a word to the small child who sat in silent amazement, returning quickly back into his workshop. Daraquen turning from her activities with the spider, almost absentmindedly lifting the bowl as she did so, watched the old man disappear through the doorway into the blue fog that swirled from it. The spider, seizing it's opportunity to make a bid for freedom scurried out of the glass and made a rapid dash for a crack in the floorboards, slipping successfully to safety.

  Her curiosity now tingling, Daraquen quickly rose to her feet and edged towards the blue mist filled doorway of the workshop. Inside the old man was busy dowsing a small fire that burned happily on the wooden workbench. "Confounded nuisance, blast, blast, blast', he cursed under his breath. His grey moustache and beard twitching agitatedly as he muttered. Slowly the blue smoke fumes paled as the steam from the now damp smouldering contents of the silver crucible the old man had been working with became visible. The fire contended with, the old man bustled about frantically searching through some papers. Daraquen thought she heard him mutter something unintelligible about a dog, she watched as he paused, scratching his head for a moment then he picked up a pen and began scratching into a large red note book, crossing out a few lines here and there and adding a symbol or two there. Suddenly he let out yet another long exclamation of contempt, surprising the small girl and causing her to jump back behind the doorframe. Couching low and peering around the doorpost she watched to see what the commotion was about.

  The old man was waving and shaking the pen in front of him. Apparently the pen had taken it upon itself to discharge a large inkblot in place of a desired full stop and was now in the process of being reprimanded. As the old man finished his admonishment of the pen, he discarded it deftly into the fire, thus ending it life with all the reverence afforded a traitor. As it crackled merrily in the flames the old man muttered a short eulogy, remarking on the 'shoddy' and wholly unsatisfactory service which the instrument had provided him over the years and then brushed his hands together in a gesture of that's put paid to that. Almost as if in answer to the old man's cruel words, the heat of the fire caused the pen spit its remaining ink, almost as an act of final defiance, narrowly missing him. Exhausted from his ranting and fire fighting activities the old man slumped into his rocking chair and sat despondently resting his cheek in his hand and emitting a loud sigh and a final 'blast'

  Daraquen stood staring from the doorway, moving from her hiding place and looking at the old man. She was forbidden to enter this room by her grandfather and so remained motionless on the threshold gauging the situation. After running all the alternatives through her head she finally ventured.

  'Grandfather, what was that big bang?',

  The old man looked up as if disturbed from deep thought, 'Uh, oh what?', he started, 'Ah, Dara. Come here child', he patted the arm of his chair and rocked gently. Cautiously, Daraquen moved into the room. Her senses tingled with curiosity, there was so much to examine in this room of fascination. Her eyes followed small smoke rings which rose to the ceiling from a small tube bubbling on the bench beside her, whilst further along she could make out a glass flask with some strange curly tubing which glooped and popped rhythmically ejecting small jets of purple and orange vapour which swirled and twisted into strange shapes before dissipating into the air. Walking over to her grandfather's chair and climbing into his lap, she repeated the question. 'That bang grandfather, what was it?' It shook the whole house.'

  Her grandfather patted her on the head and smiled. 'Oh that, that was a little project I was playing with', he paused thoughtfully, then shaking his head, 'you know I really thought I had got the calculation right this time.' He paused and looked down at the child sitting on his lap. 'Well young one', he said affectionately, 'and what have you been doing this morning. That poor spider you've been tormenting, did you learn anything from it?', he enquired.

  'I didn't harm it.', Daraquen replied defensively, 'I was very gentle'. She wasn't sure how truthful that sounded remembering her vigorous attempts to stimulate it with her tapping and bang of the bowl. 'I just wanted to see how it worked. It was very little, but it seemed very clever. Almost like it knew that I was watching it and so it pretended to do nothing for a while and just sat very still.'

  'I see', the old man replied, 'and what else did you discover about your little spider?' he asked.

  Daraquen paused for a moment and then after a little thought added, 'Well actually he was really quite small. I mean he looked BIG when he had all his legs out stretched, but when he was trying to hide he tucked them all up and looked like a little ball. I suppose that he really felt he was a big spider by making himself look big …' her explanation was cut short as she sudden let out a yell, her face drained to a deathly white and a cold sweat broke out on her face. 'Grandfather… ', the girl stammered, trembling with fear on the old man's lap, 'i.. it's happening again', she stammered. Her face had changed dramatically from the chirpy look of a normal 6 year old to that of a frightened and confused child. Looking down at her left knee she could see it was now bleeding and a very nasty graze had appeared. ' What's happening to me?. Grandfather?', she whimpered. The old man put his hand on her forehead and comforted her. 'It's alright Dara, dear it's ok, come on let go and put a bandage on that knee and then we can go and see if we can't find some tadpoles in the mill pond'. The old man smiled at his grandchild, lifting her as he rose from his seat and carried her into the kitchen. Placing her on the table he set about dressing the wound on her knee.

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  In the village of Clyver Avog, a little boy picked himself up from the dusty path he had tripped on, dusted himself down, looked down at his knee and saw the blood. Instantly the pain was there and it hurt. It hurt as soon as he had seen it and consequently he had burst into tears and run in to his grandmother's house. The only person in the whole world that Daradyll trusted implicitly was his grandmother. He knew that she would tend his wounds quickly and the pain always disappeared immediately. She always knew if he was troubled and any questions that he asked were always answered simply and clearly.

  'Now, now, calm down, Daradyll. What's the matter?.', Variquen asked as the small boy rushed into her kitchen. He stood there for a moment, sobbed, sniffed, pointed at his leg, 'I've hurt my leg grandma.' He whimpered.

  Lifting the boy onto her table, Variquen fetched a small bowl and filled it with some hot water from the kettle. She fetched some herbs and dried leaves from some jars and crushed them into the hot water stirring it and allowing it to stand for a few minutes. While the crushed leaves infused in the hot water she turned to the boy shaking her head and smiling, 'You are always getting into something aren't you'. The boy pouted at her, his sobbing had ceased but the pain was still there. Variquen added some cold water from an earthenware jug into the hot water and tested the temperature with her finger, then carried the bowl across to the table. She fetched a clean cloth from a dresser drawer and returned to the small boy, folding the cloth carefully before dipping it in the water. She gently began to bathe the wound, irrigating it with the antiseptic wash she had prepared. The boy flinched as the warm water and herbal concoction stung in the raw exposed flesh of the graze.