The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 23 - 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books for Women

by Kim Wilkerson

  She reached his stomach and swirled her tongued around his navel. Her body inched down his. Her hands gripped him firmly and her tongue raced down the length of his cock. It was his turn to moan.

  Dorothy relished the sound of the urgency in his breath. She wasn’t going to take it slowly anymore. She was in control now. She climbed on top of him, parted her wet, aching lips and slid down, feeling his hard length sliding into her. She fit around him like a glove. She took a moment to adjust to the feel of him in her.

  Once she had settled around him, she leaned forward and pushed herself on and off, as if he was a toy just for her pleasure. She rode him hard for a few moments, rising and falling and grinding around. She was so excited and tense with anticipation that it didn’t take more than a few moments to reach climax. She knew this would only be the first.

  When those ripples subsided, Zane gripped her by the hips and flipped her back over. She wrapped her legs around him, keeping him safely inside. He pulled her legs up and began to move slowly in and out.

  She arched to meet his thrusts and he gripped her ankles and began thrusting slowly and deeply. She moaned loudly. He alternated slow, deep thrusts with short fast ones. She could feel the orgasm building inside her again. He thrust deeply and just as she was about to come, he pulled out.

  Zane thought he might be going crazy. He had every opportunity to take his release and send her on her way, just as he had so many times before. For some reason, she was different. He wanted to coax pleasure out of every pore of her being, and to fully do that, he had to regain control.

  He moved back and slipped her legs over his shoulders and lowered his mouth to her. He breathed her scent into him deeply. She was slippery and wet and he licked her juices into his mouth. He pushed down on her with one hand to keep her still and he sucked and licked her until she sighed and moaned.

  He slid one, then two fingers into her and another orgasm flooded over her into his mouth. He couldn’t hold back any longer and pulling her legs up, he entered her deeply. He pounded into her as she came over and over.

  Dorothy felt waves of ecstasy wash over her and she moaned and sighed arching back against the bed, almost rising up off the bed as she felt her muscles gripping Zane over and over. He didn’t let up for what seemed like several minutes. The orgasm seemed endless.

  He finally subsided and they both lay back exhausted, their limbs entwined. They spoke at the same time.

  “ That was amazing.”

  They laughed and he kissed her softly.

  “So, will I be seeing you at the company retreat this weekend?”

  “What’s the topic?”

  “Creating a trusting environment to introduce new ideas in the work place.”

  They both laughed and she slipped her hand between them, gripping the base of his still hard cock.

  “I think I need more time to create a performance review as a baseline.”

  “Who am I to stand in the way of research that will ultimately benefit the company?”

  He moved back to allow her more access to his body.

  “Particular from someone who shows real talent at making the most out of available resources.”

  “You do bring out my best work.”

  ***

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  Taking the Boss in the Bathroom

  by

  Inez Eaton

  Myra looked up from her paperwork. Jason, her boss, stared at her from the other side. It was hard to believe he was a lawyer with his own law firm. He seemed young, perhaps only a couple of years older than Myra. His short blonde hair and green eyes only complemented his angular face and professional attire. Myra sighed, knowing what was going to come next.

  “Would you go out with me tomorrow night?” he asked with a coy smile.

  “No. I don’t date coworkers.”

  Jason nodded, his smile fading a bit at the rejection. He then walked back to his office, and Myra set back to her work. Every day it was the same thing. Jason asked her out and she politely declined. It had become a daily game: how was Jason going to ask today?

  Most days he simply asked, some days he brought flowers or chocolates, and she always declined. Jason was handsome, but she was his legal assistant. She had a career to worry about and couldn’t be concerned about her boss’s obsession.

  She had always been told she was pretty, though she usually found it hard to believe. She felt she had a plain face with dark brown eyes and a petite nose. Her hair was the color of dark chocolate, but always fell straight to her shoulders.

  She often tried curling it or tying it up, but it was stubborn and silky, always falling from her hard work. She was fairly petite. She had never been very tall at 5’2 and most girls were jealous of her perky C-cups.

  It didn’t really matter how she looked though. She loved her job and although Jason fawned over her, he took her rejections well and never mentioned them again. He treated her with the utmost respect, and most wouldn’t know he had a crush on the pretty little assistant.

  Although she was a hard worker, this didn’t take away from her social life. She spent a lot of time going out with friends, and even dating. She was a lively and sweet young woman despite her daily rejections toward Jason.

  Jason was eyeing her through his office window. This wasn’t all that odd; Myra had even grown to enjoy the attention. She even seemed to work better under her boss’s hungry gaze. She continued to type up her reports, so the young lawyer would have them when he went into court with their new client. When she was finished she clicked for it to print, and then walked across the office to the printer.

  She had a naturally graceful walk, though she moved a bit faster than most because of her size. It was something she became accustomed too over the years of trying to keep up with her peers’ footsteps. She ignored Jason’s gaze, and tried to walk as normally as possible.

  Sometimes when she caught him staring she would find herself walking slower and bouncing her hips from side to side to give him something to look at. Though, for the most time she ignored him, and did her best not to give Jason the impression that she was interested.

  Myra stood by the printer and waved casually at the lawyer in his office. He waved back and then turned his attention back to some files, still glancing at her from time to time. She liked Jason, but not like that. She couldn’t give Jason the time of day, as long as he was her boss. She could work for him, and she enjoyed her job as his legal assistant. He was good at what he did. There was no reason to complicate it by taking their relationship to the next level. Plus it would be totally unprofessional.

  The roar of the large printer came to a stop, and the last page came shooting out into the tray. She gathered up the large stack of the newly printed report and then made her way to Jason’s office. She strode to his desk and placed the stack in one of the empty spots.

  “For the Jefferson report.”

  Jason nodded at her statement and reached over to the stack. He flipped through some of the papers and then smiled up at her. He was so charming, but she ignored the thought. “Good job,” he said, “this looks perfect. As always.”

  She smiled and nodded, then went back to the desk to finish the day’s work.

  ***

  Friday night came and Myra surprisingly didn’t have a date. It quickly became a girls’ night when she called up her friends and asked if they were free. They spent the evening checking out some of the shops in the local strip, and then at a Chinese restaurant where they ate and giggled over their egg rolls.

  After dinner they came back to Myra’s apartment and sat around the coffee table while eating bowls of ice cream. The television was on with a sappy movie, and they chattered and gossiped for hours. They kept talking even after their ice cream had melted. Myra had taken out the large container and a
scoop and the girls began to fill their bowls with freshly frozen ice cream.

  Finally one of them asked Myra about work. She tried to change the subject, but the clucking woman made it hard for her it ignore it. They had all seen billboards and posters of the young powerful lawyer and started to ask her what he was like. Myra only shrugged and tried to answer their questions as honestly as possible.

  The more they talked about Jason, the more irritated Myra became. He wasn’t just a piece of meat for her friends to stare at. That was when she burst out with something she had never told anyone. She told them about Jason’s adorable little obsession with her. How he never acted on it, but every day he asked her out to dinner, and she refused.

  “How could you refuse?” one of her friends asked in disbelief.

  “You’re so lucky! I would give anything for him to ask me out,” said another.

  “Why would you say no? Are you crazy?”

  Myra shook her head, knowing that the boy crazy women would react in such a way. “He’s sweet, and handsome,” she said her eyes glazing over for a moment as she thought about that perfect smile, “but he’s my boss. It would be wrong if I agreed to go out with him. It’s wrong that he continues to ask, but it doesn’t affect our work.”

  “You do like him!” one girl exclaimed at Myra was finished.

  “When you talk about him we can almost feel the love,” said the other.

  Myra tried to stop the blush that was forming against her cheeks. “I do not,” she protested.

  “It’s great that you stick to the coworker rule, but look at him!”

  Myra shook her head trying to silence to conversation.

  “He’s gorgeous.”

  “You should definitely agree to go out with him.”

  “No,” Myra shouted standing with her ice cream bowl in her hands. She moved to the kitchen and threw the dirty dish into the sink, “as I told him on several occasions and will now tell you, I won’t date a coworker. That completely undermines the professional relationship we have, which is more important than some fling.”

  The girls rolled their eyes at their friend; but quickly changed the topic.

  “Besides, I have a date tomorrow,” Myra said, not noticing that Jason was no longer the main concern.

  This simply set off another conversation entirely. They gabbed about men, sex, and dating. Some talked about their husbands and other’s about their one night stands and quick flings. Myra was able to contribute to the conversation and joined them around the coffee table, but she couldn’t keep her mind from wandering back to Jason. Those green eyes never stopped staring at her it seemed, even when he was looking away; and she always felt safe.

  ***

  It took Myra a few hours to get ready for her Saturday night date. It wasn’t easy to choose what kind of dress to wear. She had some red and blue rich colored expensive gowns, and several black dresses. It was hard to decide and she had to have tried each one on at least three times. She finally settled on a simple black dress and some simple diamond jewelry. She would look rich and expensive, but not enough to terrify her date.

  Le Petite Femme was one of the most expensive French restaurants in the city. It was also incredibly fancy and much unexpected for a first date. She didn’t mind though. She had a taste for French food, and she was willing to pay for both meals. It was her favorite restaurant and she wish it wouldn’t look odd if she went by herself, though she had been looking to find someone to start a relationship with.

  Dating was fun and all, but when she came home at night she was lonely. She had a couple of cats to look forward to, and work the following day, but she really wanted someone to come home to. She hoped to find that perfect boyfriend she could come with to this restaurant every week, and sleep with at night every night. It was a dreamy thought, one she never quit hoping for.

  The taxi pulled up to the front of the restaurant and she paid the driver. She walked through the front door and gave her reservations to the hostess. She was disappointed not to see her date already sitting at the table waiting for her. Maybe she was just early. She sat down, still excited to meet the stranger for the second time and have a delicious meal with a fun conversation.

  A few more minutes passed and he didn’t show. The waiter came to her table, and she assured him she was meeting her date here. The waiter gave her a look of disbelief and then offered to bring her a drink and an appetizer. She was starving so she agreed to let him bring her some bread and a glass of their darkest, reddest wine.

  She was pleased with the alcoholic drink. It was incredibly sweet, but without the sour harshness most red wine had. It was delicious and she had finished the first glass before getting her basket of bread. She requested another glass and then started picking at the rolls of freshly baked French bread.

  Myra sipped slowly at her second glass of wine, trying to enjoy the flavor as the minutes ticked by. She checked the clock and her date was over an hour late. Was he not coming? She took out her cellphone and found his number as quickly as she could.

  Where are you? she typed, not caring that the text message sounded accusing. Several more minutes ticked by and she still didn’t receive a response. She had been stood up. It was clear that she would be dining alone tonight, awkwardly, at the most expensive and fancy restaurant in town.

  She ordered another glass of wine and downed it before asking the waiter to bring another. She finished her bread and ordered a few more Hors D’oeuvres and a small salad. If she was here, and would look pathetic eating by herself, she didn’t care. She was going to have a delicious and large meal enough for two, and drink her frustrations away.

  Another glass of wine was brought to her along with the food she ordered. She ate angrily, stuffing her face with the delicious food and downing the wine glass after glass. The waiter didn’t seem to want to stop her, it was as if he understood her irritation at being stood up.

  She was Myra, she didn’t get stood up. Men dated her, and she had to turn them away for being too boring or obnoxious. It was usual that they tried to be invited to her home for a fun night, but she would have to let them down easily. She'd had a lot of practice, she became an expert at saying no and rejecting people since she did it every day with Jason. Her sweet and jubilant kindness always shone through, but she always remained clear and firm to say no.

  She continued to stuff herself, and down yet another glass of wine. She couldn’t believe she was stood up. Even if he showed up and turned out to be the most obnoxious person in the world, she felt that would have been better than sitting here by herself, drowning her sorrows in food and wine.

  The chair across from her slid out, and someone took a seat and slid the chair back into the table. Her excitement caught her and she quickly looked up to the man sitting across from her. Her cheery demeanor quickly changed when she realized the man across from her wasn’t her date, but her blond haired, charming faced boss.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked, sounding more accusing than she had meant.

  “I came with a group of colleagues. Just catching up.”

  Myra didn’t nod, but continued to give Jason a cruel glare and a lifted eyebrow.

  He tilted his head, showing his concern for her. “I saw you sitting here by yourself, and I thought you could use some company.”

  She didn’t know what to say. The waiter came to the table and gave her another glass of wine.

  “So are you the mysterious date?” he asked glancing over at Jason.

  “I am,” he said with a smile, “it took me a while to get here, but I made it. I take a glass of wine like my date here has been gulping down. And we’ll both take an order of the Moules a la Mariniere.”

  The waiter nodded and rushed off to the kitchen, returning with an extra glass of the deep red wine.

  “This isn’t a date,” Myra said stubbornly, “I keep telling you I don’t want to date coworkers.”

  Jason smiled his usual charming smile. His green eyes pierced i
nto Myra’s soul and she feel her body tingle in response to the intensity. “If you want me to leave I will. I love this place though and would like to eat my dinner. Plus I’d hate the thought of you eating by yourself.”

  She scoffed a bit and slowly finished her salad. What could she say? Sending him away would be silly, and although she knew he would leave if she asked, she didn’t want to finish her meal by herself. She waved to the waiter for another glass of wine. Jason could stay, but she wouldn’t enjoy it unless she was under the influence.

  “So how’s the case coming along?” she asked simply, avoiding his green gaze.

  He shrugged, “you know it’s going fine. I don’t really want to talk about work right now.”