by Jane Kemp
As she reached the kitchen and the glorious coffee pot, she thanked Max in her head for his thoughtfulness in leaving some for her before he rushed off to work. She prayed that he wouldn’t be too exhausted on his rounds today because she didn’t like to think of the consequences of a tired doctor in the emergency room.
But she didn’t regret the night before, though it would leave both of them stumbling through the day, she felt sure. She took her coffee and trudged back upstairs to get ready for work. When she got to the room, she took a few moments to go onto her computer and check her email to see if there was anything from work that she would need to handle before she arrived at the office. Instead of a message from work, though, she found something from Max. It was just a quick note to pick him up from work when her shift was over at the advertising agency.
Korrine smiled. She was pretty sure this was going to be something about the list. A few months ago when she and Max had been so very busy with two new jobs, they had been workaholics that couldn’t find minutes to spend together—forget hours! She had felt frustrated with the whole situation and very alone. In desperation, she had turned to the internet to fill the void, directed to a website by one of her fashion magazines. The website displayed a list of the top ten women’s fantasies. It had given her nighttime imaginings a little spice and she had felt a little less stressed. Then, Max had discovered the list and had decided to make his wife’s fantasies come true. Since then, she had experienced threesomes and spanking and anal sex and sex with total strangers. She had been tied down and dressed up, and on the last adventure, Max had made love to her in public. Of course, it had turned out to be a sex club, so it wasn’t like they showed up at McDonald’s and did it in front of a bunch of kids eating their Happy Meals but still, it had gotten her heart rate pumping and made her body react hard.
That had been last night’s escapade and she was still smarting from being fucked hard on top of a wooden table forwards, backwards and, at one point, upside down as well. So, when she considered that the list only had two things remaining, she felt excited and sad at the same time. Yawning hard, she shook her head and got up to go take her shower and get ready, her head filled with possibilities for the two scenarios left on the list.
She had been right; it hadn’t been easy to make it through the day. She had been sluggish and the only thing that really kept her going was the thought of meeting Max after work. When the time finally came, she ran out of work so fast, she thought she must have left a smoke trail behind her. She got to her car and found, to her surprise, a package sitting on the passenger seat. The only culprit would have been Max because he was the only one with a key to her car. Giggling, she picked up the box with the silky bow and opened it to find a small card sitting on top of a tissue. The card said simply to be wearing what was inside when she picked him up. She brushed the tissue aside and found barely anything in the box. There was a sheer dress that would only come just below her ass, thong panties, and glittery blue pasties. And of course there were high heels that looked so tall that she thought she would be a wobbling nightmare in them, but she liked the idea of wearing such an erotic outfit and quickly jumped out of the car again to race into her building and change in the bathroom there.
Now, of course, the issue was what to do about getting back to her car while wearing such a revealing outfit. Eventually, she decided to just damn well go for it. So, plucking up her courage as she stood by the bathroom door, she picked a time when everything seemed deserted and bolted out the building and into the parking lot, shaking out her keys and hurriedly punching the correct one into the slot. That was when, just as she opened the door and slid inside, she heard the wolf call and turning her head, saw a car full of her co-workers, all male, drive by. All eyes were on her and she decided to go with the flow. She had been caught so, what the hell. She let one bare leg slide out of the car and she lifted it in a wave at the passing vehicle before letting it drop to the ground again and blowing a luscious kiss in the car’s direction. She laughed at their expressions until she watched them almost drive into busy traffic, and then she hurriedly pulled her leg in and shut the door, closing her eyes as car horns filled the air.
She made it to Max’s work, praying all the while that he would be outside and she wouldn’t have to figure out how to retrieve him from a hospital waiting room. Thankfully, he was standing right at the turn in to the parking lot and she stopped, letting him hop in. He had a huge grin on his face that got even bigger when he saw that she was wearing the outfit. “Honey, wow, you really are a nice piece of ass.” He chuckled as he leered at her.
“Well, a few of my co-workers thought the same thing.” She had to laugh when his smile turned so quickly to a frown. “What did you expect? I didn’t have a raincoat with me. I had to get back to the car somehow. Now, tell me where we’re headed.”
Max shook off his irritation and directed her to the freeway. They drove for only a few exits before getting to an off ramp that led them straight into the heart of the downtown area. It was still somewhat early, so the nightlife was still hours away, but she did see numerous bars and clubs and cafés pass by as her eyes searched and she tried to guess where they would end up.
They finally pulled into a parking lot sandwiched between a donut shop, of all things, and a stripper club. Korrine made the brilliant deduction that, dressed as she was, she wasn’t going to be picking up a dozen donuts. She gave Max a sly smile and got out of the car, not bothering to hide the way she was dressed. She figured that she wasn’t necessarily an unusual sight in this area.
Max came around the car and took her by the elbow and guided her to a side door in the club. She laughed. “Aha! I was indeed right, Watson. It was the club we were after all along.”
Max gave her a strange look that made her laugh harder as they stepped into the club. It was dim inside and Korrine had to squint as her eyes adjusted to the low light. She eventually made out a few tables around a stage in the far corner, with a bar along the back and then her eyes came back to the stage. There was a stripper’s pole right in the middle of it, and working the pole was a beautiful long-legged brunette wearing nothing but a pair of thong underwear. They stood for a moment longer before Max began to steer her toward the girl onstage.
When they were at the foot of the stage, the girl finally saw them and stopped her dancing to jump down. She smiled a big, friendly smile and she was suddenly just some sweet college girl and not some gyrating slut. Korrine was amazed at the transformation. She didn’t even focus on the fact that the girl remained mostly undressed while they talked to her.
Max introduced them and the girl held out her hand. “Good to meet you. I’m Belle.” Her name was appropriate because she had quite a musical voice. “So, you’re here for our lesson, right?”
Korrine looked at Max since it was his plan. He nodded. “Yes, my wife, Korrine, will be taking the two hour class and then I will be back for a private show.
Belle whistled. “Oh wow, you are a big spender, aren’t you? Renting the club out right before peak hours? Well, I’ll show her the works.” Belle grabbed Korrine’s hand and pulled her toward the stage, calling over her shoulder. “So long, Korrine’s hubby. We’ll see you back here in two hours.”
The following two hours were filled with a grueling workout that made Korrine think of her dance lesson at Bailon. That had been another item on the list, and a night of salsa lessons had ended up with her on the floor being thrust into over and over by her sexy Latin dance instructor. This time, there wasn’t quite the glamour, but Korrine got excited about showing off her newfound skills to Max when he returned.
And he returned on the dot, as if he had been pacing in the parking lot, counting down the minutes. He strolled in, trying to appear nonchalant, but his anxious attitude clearly showed through. Korrine was safely behind the stage, and it was Belle that met her husband and guided him to a ringside seat. Then, Belle climbed back onst
age and announced the newest dancer at Spotlight. “I’m sure everyone will give a warm welcome to Rosebud.” Then, she walked offstage and pressed the button on the CD player. Low jazz music filled the room and Korrine walked out on stage.
Belle had added a few embellishments to Korrine’s outfit, so that Max gasped when he saw his wife walk out on stage. She now had on a choker and small gem flowers laced through her hair and she carried a many-tailed leather whip. That alone made him shift in his seat as he watched her long legs move to the pole and wrap around it.
Korrine began slowly, curling her legs about the pole and swinging her body back and forth while she leaned backwards and ran the whip in a circle on the floor about her. She then stood and took the whip and grabbed both ends as she wrapped it about the pole and she used it to spin herself quickly about the pole, making her sheer dress flair and giving Max a clear view of her sweet ass.
Then, she left the pole for a moment to go to the end of the stage and move her body as she slipped her dress off. Max was clearly aroused, and she felt herself getting turned on as she watched his eyes following her every move. She used her hands like Belle taught her, running them over her body suggestively while still maintaining an innocence that Belle said drove the men wild. She thought she could see the point because Max was scooting forward in his seat and she expected at any moment for him to whistle like a wolf in a cartoon.
Korrine took the whip now and used it over her body, playfully slapping at her breasts and her ass before sliding it between her legs and rubbing her pussy along it. She turned and bounced her ass in Max’s direction and took the whip handle and played it over her ass cheeks, nearer and nearer her little hole. The music ground on in the background but she wasn’t even fully aware of it anymore as she danced on stage and seduced her husband.
She moved into pose after pose as Belle had taught her, giving Max flashes of her ass and her breasts and even her pussy, but never letting him dwell too long on any one sight. She felt her body fall into the rhythm as she moved back to the pole and prepared to do her final stunt, the hardest one and the one it had taken her the longest to learn. She felt her nerves increase tenfold as she stood by the pole and jumped enough to gain some room as her legs wrapped tightly around it. Her hands grabbed high and pulled her up slightly and then, she fell back like a waterfall and her hands touched the floor as her back arched and her breasts stood at attention, pointing directly at her husband, sitting alone in the audience.
She saw him, upside down to her, his mouth open in wonder as she hung there. Then, she flipped her body over, letting one leg free from the pole at a time as they cascaded over her and down into the splits on the stage floor. She felt the strain hit her inner thighs as her legs parted and she felt her pussy open wide around the thong underwear. She leaned forward to put her elbows on the floor and bounced her ass once or twice and then the music finished and she was done.
She got up slowly and walked down to her husband and did what any dancer would do. She offered him a lap dance. He sat there a moment taking in all that he had seen and then he stood and grabbed her roughly, spinning her about and working his pants as he covered her back and neck and shoulders in kisses. He managed to free his cock, and then reached down and moved her thong aside to push deep into her wet snatch, pumping so hard and so fast that the table she was leaning on was skidding across the floor. He fucked her mercilessly and soon they both were moaning, their orgasms already on the edge in rhythm with each other. His hands reached around to grab her breasts, squeezing the pasties still on her nipples and making her cry out as her orgasm overtook her and she clenched down hard around his cock until he grunted and yelled and came inside her, filling her with his cum.
They stayed there panting together for a moment until they heard applause from behind them, and they hastily pulled apart both of them flushing red. Korrine turned to see Belle walking up, a smile on her face. “Wow that was awesome! You could join the club if you want.”
Korrine stuttered a thank you and then took Max’s hand. He had managed to get his pants zipped, though his cock was still very evident in the front. The two of them thanked Belle again, and she giggled a little at their awkwardness as they made their way to the exit and, finally, outside.
They rushed over to the car and unlocked doors and slipped inside, still panting from their exertions in the club. Korrine sat back and tried to catch her breath and she rolled her head to see that Max was mirroring her. She looked at his flushed cheeks and began to laugh. “You’d think it would get easier, huh?”
He rolled his head her way, and looked at her quizzically. “What?”
“Well, we already performed in public and this was a smaller audience.”
Max rolled his eyes away and closed them. “Just drive.”
“Okay, but I’m not the kind of girl anymore to take her work home with her, if you know what I mean.”
Max sighed. “Make an exception.”
Korrine decided that this time, she would do just that.
TAKEN IN THE LIBRARY
(A Reluctant Rough Sex with Stranger Short)
by Jane Kemp
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press
Miriam looked around the quiet room for anything or anyone that looked out of place. It was her fist week on the job at Grantley Library and she felt she had to make a good impression. Of course, being a full time librarian was not her lifelong dream, being a successful writer was, but she was willing to live with the job now in the hopes that it would give her time and research material to become a force in the world of storytelling.
She saw that, as usual, there was nothing to take care of and moved off to another part of the library, pushing her cart slowly in front of her, her mind drifting off to explore her future as a bestselling author. She had always been the type of girl who lived more in her head than out of it and, when she had told her friends that she had gotten a job at the library, they had nodded and agreed that it was the perfect place for her.
But she wasn’t the mousy librarian type in looks, and when many people were first getting to know her, they seemed to expect her to be the firecracker in the room. With her red hair and her flashing green eyes, she looked the epitome of Irish flare. Still, it had been left to her older brother to be the wild spark in the family as Miriam preferred her books and solitude, when she could find it in an Irish-American Catholic family of eight children.
Her friends often teased her that she was going to die an old maid, but she wasn’t totally without experience in the realm of relationships. In fact, she had only recently broken up with her boyfriend of two years, a boy she met in her economics class who had been just as loud and wild as she was quiet and intense. It had been a clear case of opposites attract, but as the relationship progressed they had discovered a true fondness for each other’s differences. But, he had taken a job two states away and she hadn’t felt ready to run off and live with a guy. Not to mention what her father and her three older brothers would have had to say about the whole thing. So, they had parted as friends, whatever that had meant and she had taken the job at the library to give her somewhere to earn money that wouldn’t crowd her mind with needless noise.
Miriam continued down the aisles, picking up books discarded in the wrong place and, every once in a while, picking up trash left on the ends of shelves. Sometimes, she traced her fingers along the spines of the books and looked for titles of books she hadn’t read. There were remarkably few in the classics section, but the sciences were something she hadn’t delved into much. She began humming to herself as her long legs swished beneath her skirt and time ticked by in agreeable silence.
When she heard the man’s voice suddenly behind her, she almost jumped out of her heels. “Uh, Miss, I was wondering if you could tell me where the biography section is located?”
She turned and was surprised to find that he was young. In fact, h
e looked to be about her age, just a young college guy probably doing research for some paper. She calmed her nerves and smiled. “Sure, they’re on the second floor. Um, was there anything specific you were looking for?”
He shrugged, a generic college guy move, but he had a certain little boy charm that made it seem cute. “Just anything about a past President.”
“Oh, well, you can look in biographies or even in the history section if you want. The history stacks are on this floor. I can take you there if you want.”
“That would be great.” He seemed relieved to have someone helping him.
She left her cart in the aisle and headed farther down until she reached the end and then she headed for some stacks towards the back. She turned around briefly to make sure he was still with her and then entered the new rows, heading for the very end again. “Here is a good grouping of books on the U.S. Presidents. You know, it’s funny, this section just got moved over to this corner because, well, with the internet no one seems to want to look at books for this information.” She did find it strange that a young guy wouldn’t be using the internet. Maybe he just didn’t want to trust the sources online.
He scooted close to her and she suddenly became aware of his lean strength. His arms looked thin, but she could feel the muscle beneath his oversized shirt sleeve as it brushed against hers. “Oh yeah, great. It looks like I’ve got what I need.” Then, he turned towards her and smiled. “Except, maybe you.”
Miriam began to smile, thinking he was just joking, when he grabbed both her arms and pushed her against one of the shelves, sending a few books rattling to the floor. She gasped loudly and he pressed his mouth down on hers, muffling the sound. She felt his body pressing into her and she tried to slide to the side and pull herself away from him, but he was too strong and she couldn’t manage to get her arms free.
