The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 4: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women

by Hunt, Evelyn

  Sudden sadness washed over me at the thought of missing the chance to talk to my mystery man, I needed a bit of cheering up and he was undoubtedly the one to do it. I still had the image of his extremely sexy figure fresh in my mind. My body was even starting to heat up at the thought of him, but this time I had no boyfriend to hold me back, me and Matt were obviously finished.

  I resigned myself to the treadmills, probably the only thing I could figure out how to use. I stepped on to the machine, immediately sticking my head phones in, blocking out the sound of the grunting men. If I was lucky, maybe my man would come back up to the gym and join me. I pressed the biggest button and the treadmill kicked in to life. The belt started moving fast making me struggle to adjust my speed accordingly; the last thing I wanted to do was to fly off the end and land in a pile on the floor.

  The image made me smile slightly as I let my feet pound on the rubber, the speed was fair, faster than a jog but not quite a full on sprint. The music in my ears spurred me on, cutting me off from the world around me. I could see down from the window, giving me a perfect view of the street. It was a lot lighter now and the first steady flow of people appeared heading off for their daily activities. After about 20 minutes of running I noticed a tall blonde man walking up to the building. Even from this height he looked exactly like Matt, he was even wearing the same jeans and shirt Matt had gone out in last night. After a few minutes he walked straight back out of the gym, slightly faster this time and looking more annoyed.

  If I had needed anymore conformation then I had just got it; he hadn’t been here to see me, he didn’t even know about my gym idea. I pushed myself harder, working up a bigger sweat than before. I cranked up the machine, pushing my body to its absolute limits. My breathing came out fast and struggled, I could barely keep up the pace I had set myself.

  I let my body slip off the machine, landing roughly on the floor behind me. I managed to balance on the ground, stopping myself falling in to a heap. The room had started to fill now so I was thankful not to make a scene; there were a few men and women on a variety of equipment. I decided to leave, my worn body not up to the task of more time on the treadmill. The idea of going home to Matt didn’t sound appealing so I grabbed my bag and headed for the swimming pool. Luckily I had decided to pack my costume just in case I felt like a swim. The pool had only opened about 30 minutes ago so hopefully it wasn’t too full of people yet.

  I walked in to the changing rooms, thankful that I was the only one in sight. I headed to the benches and eagerly stripped myself of the clothing I had on. Within a minute I stood naked in the middle of the room. The cold temperature was a relief against my heated body; sweat still clung happily to me.

  I brushed the stray strands of hair from my face, letting them cling to my loose bun. I breathed in heavily as I extracted my costume from my bag. It was thin and pure black. I pulled it over my body, feeling it press tightly against my skin. I moved over to the mirror; checking my reflection, I realised I was quite happy with the look. The fabric clung to my frame, showing off my curves. I smiled widely to myself and made my way to the swimming pool entrance.

  Treading carefully on the slightly damp tiles I reached the start of the pool. There was only one other person in the pool, his damp brown hair was just visible under the water. I craned my neck to make out the soft muscles showing under the clear wavy water. They were undoubtedly the muscles of my mystery man; he was here. I watched him for a few more minutes, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face. When he didn’t surface fully from the water I carefully tested it with my toe. It was wonderfully warm, the water lapped at my feet heating them up nicely.

  Taking the plunge I lowered myself into the waiting liquid and immediately felt relieved as my muscles relaxed. I hadn’t realised how tense they actually were until the pressure was taken off of them. I dived underneath, starting my first lap; this felt like a much better form of exercise than the intimidating equipment in the previous room. My eyes screwed up, guarding themselves from the high chlorine content.

  I let my body take over as I glided through the water; my pace was relatively fast even with my tired muscles. I keep going for about 10 minutes, struggling not to look up at the man. With him so temptingly close I was having a mental dilemma as to whether I should speak to him or not. Focusing on my own thoughts I screamed loudly as I crashed into something hard. I kicked out, trying to re-surface and get some air. When I couldn’t pull myself above the water I panicked, my vision started to blur. I took in a breath; my mouth immediately filled with water and choked me.

  My eyes started to drift shut as I felt the water burn my throat. Before I could drift off fully, two strong arms encased my waist, pulling me roughly to the surface. I gasped, trying to get as much air in to my sore lungs as I possibly could. Water spluttered from my mouth as I choked in the air. The arms remained firmly on my waist, holding me in place. I slowly opened my eyes, ready to thank my saviour.

  My brown haired man stood in front of me, concern covering his handsome features. He was biting his lips slightly; his brown eyes were wide and anxious. He watched my moves carefully, giving me time to get my breathing back to normal. When I managed to stop choking and inhale properly his face shifted into an inviting smile. His teeth released their grip on his lips, much to my sadness; he had looked incredibly sexy like that. I blushed lightly at my thoughts before realising how we were positioned together.

  Our bodies were close, almost touching; his hands were securely placed on my hips, keeping my above the water. I refocused on his face, taking in his damp hair that lay sexily across his face. His eyes were bright despite the deep brown colour and his lips were soft and red. I yearned to touch them, to feel them against mine. We stood there alone in the silence, the water lapping at our still bodies. He face held a small knowing smile as his eyes stared directly in to my own. The lights from above illuminated us in the middle of the pool. We were the only ones, alone in the warm water.

  I felt my body move towards him slightly; our skin gently brushed each other. I let out a small gasp at the contact; the water continued to push us together so that we were pressed firmly against each other. His arms snaked further around my back, holding me stronger against him. They wrapped around me fully, the feel of them made my breathing tighten again. His muscles were solid; obviously what I had hit before.

  “Why were you in my lane?” the stranger questioned softly, his eyes boring into my own. His question caught me off guard, I hadn’t realised I had moved. I looked around at the pool, noticing that I was in fact at the opposite end to where I had started.

  “I’m sorry, I was distracted,” I said slowly, hoping to hide the fact that I had been thinking about him. He chuckled softly, as if knowing I had been.

  “Aren’t you the girl who was staring at me on the treadmill this morning?” he questioned again, clearly knowing the answer.

  “Um… yes, I was distracted,” I stumbled, feeling embarrassed. He laughed loudly this time, the sound echoed off the walls around us.

  “Hmm, well I’m glad you head towards me when you’re distracted. Maybe you should be more often,” he said confidently, he voice masculine and strong. The sound of him made my body shiver with anticipation. I smiled at him fully, trying to see as many of his features as possible all at once. Before I had chance to fully take him in, he moved towards me; the gentle pressure of his lips on mine made my eyes open wide. He pressed a little harder, as if testing to see if it was alright.

  Without hesitation I moved my lips with his, taking in the sweet taste of them. His arms tightened around me as his mouth continued to explore my own. I moaned against him, opening my lips to allow him access. He took the chance willingly; his tongue quickly entered me, caressing my mouth. I savoured the feeling, letting it take over me before he slowly pulled away. His arms ran up my back, fingering the tight fabric of my costume. I let him continue, engrossed by his charming eyes. Following his lead I gradually moved my own hands up, touching the
softness of his full lips. I felt them vibrate under me as he let out a soft moan.

  Spurred on, I moved up to his hair; my fingers intertwined with his short damp locks. They felt velvety and soft under my gentle touch; permitting myself to explore more I slowly moved my hands to his neck. I gripped his strong shoulders in my hands; I used them to pull my body further out of the water. He took my weight easily, barely shifting from under me.

  With a small amount of effort I brought my legs up and wrapped them around his waist. He noticed my change in position and placed his hands on my lower back to support me. I released my hands from his shoulders slowly, testing to see if he supported me fully. When I didn’t fall I pushed my lips back on to his, more passionately this time. He moaned against my lips and I pressed down harder. My hands trailed down his back, feeling his defined muscles.

  He moved his legs, carrying me towards the edge of the pool, the water parted leisurely for us. I separated my lips from him scared that he wouldn’t be able to see where he was going; I definitely didn’t want a repeat of my earlier drowning experience. Although I was sure that he would save me again like before; I smiled at the memory. My mystery man kissed my smiling lips gently, catching me off guard.

  We reached the edge of the pool and the man lifted me easily on to the ledge so that my legs dangled in the water. He waded between them, separating them enough so that he pressed against my thighs. His swimming trunks brushed my exposed skin as his eyes met my breasts. My costume supported them easily making them look large and firm. His eyes wondered across the rest of my body, taking in my features. A small grim was edged on his face as he moved closer to me. I could feel his excitement pressed confidently against me.

  This only made me more excited, I was starting to get wet at the thought of me and him together. Matt had done me a massive favour by cheating; I craved this kind of intense excitement. This man gave it to me, he sent every nerve in my body in to overdrive. Anticipation grew inside of me, I wanted him here and now, I couldn’t hold on any longer. By the look in his eyes I knew he wanted it as well; he brought his hand up to my breasts cupping them lightly. I moaned in pleasure as he brushed my sensitive skin; only to turn in to shock as the sound of voices hit my ears.

  He obviously heard them as well as he quickly removed his hand and put a few centimetres between us. I had almost forgotten where we were, it was going to get busy soon. A group of teenagers flooded into the room, clearly hoping that it was going to be empty. When their faces found us, disappointment was clear in their expressions. My body squirmed with need and desire, I still wanted him.

  “Come with me,” he whispered close to me. My heart swelled, it was like he had read my mind. I pulled myself off the tiled ground to allow room for the man to climb out after me. He lifted himself up with ease, his muscles tensed enticingly at his movements. I almost licked my lips at the sight of it; I was getting desperate for him now. The unwelcomed interruption had only strengthened the heat surging through me.

  As soon as the man had left the pool he shook his hair out and grabbed my waiting hand. He smiled at me invitingly before he jogged from the pool, pulling me along with him. His erection was evident through his soaking trunks; I could almost imagine the feel of it inside of me. It only took us a few minutes to reach another door; I had no idea what lay behind it. The man’s eyes were alight now with excitement, whatever was behind it was definitely going to be a lot of fun. Smiling at me one last time he shoved the door open, revealing what lay behind.

  Steam leaked out of the open door, the heat was so intense. He pushed me inside the door, shutting it quickly behind him. The steam room was empty apart from us; it was far too early for anyone to us it yet. I mentally cheered our newly found good luck as I readjusted to the concentrated temperature radiating from the room. The whole area was clouded making it almost impossible to see anything as I tried to shield my eyes. The heat was not quite unbearable but almost reaching the point. The man found me, his hands touching my exposed legs. They traced the tender skin, reaching up to my barely covered pussy. The dampness that covered it was not just from the swimming pool.

  He quickly found his way to the top of my swimming costume; pulling it down swiftly he removed the fabric from my body. The room shielded the full image of my curvy body as my mystery man caressed my nakedness. I moaned loudly as he found my nipple and rubbed it softly between his fingers. I reach my hand out in the search for his body; my hand collided with something long and hard. I heard a small gasp escape his lips as I gripped it tighter so that I was holding his cock firmly in my hands. I rubbed it quickly, letting the size pass through my fingers. He moaned louder, his need was clear in his struggled breaths.

  Feeling my body heat up I moved my hand to the top of his trunks and pulled them down quickly. They dropped on to the floor with my costume and I kicked both garments to the side where they couldn’t disturb us. He gripped my waist and pulled me in to him, our bodies pressed close together. I could feel his heart beating quickly against his chest while his large cock dug roughly into my leg. He pushed his lips down on to mine, biting them slightly. I immediately gave him access letting him explore my insides. I backed up against the wall as he pushed me with his strong mouth. I felt the warm stone hit my tender skin causing a small gasp to leave my lips.

  He pulled his face away from me, his eyes met mine and even through the cloudy room I could see lust radiating from them. I pushed my pussy into him, giving him the signal to continue. He took it willingly and pressed his tip against me. I squirmed as my body tensed up, I wanted him in me, my body was going crazy with expectation. He thrust himself inside of me causing my mouth to let out a muffled scream. He sighed in relief as he felt my wet tightness waiting for him.

  His eyes were filled with lust as he pushed harder against me; he found my spot within a minute making me moan loudly. Boiling steam swirled around us intensifying the feeling of his body against mine. His breaths were heavy in the heat, our sweaty bodies slid against each other in the moment. I matched his breathing, letting the electric between us flow through my veins. I reached down to my breasts, rubbing the moist skin in my palms; his eyes followed my movements making him move faster. The increased speed sent my body to its limits as pleasure started to fill me up entirely.

  I squeezed around his pounding cock, feeling the impressive thickness of it. Pleasure erupted through me, consuming me completely. My breathing doubled and my heart hammered hard against my chest. His relentless pace sent waves of delight over me repeatedly; letting out one last cry of pleasure my body collapsed against the wall. He pulled out of me quickly, gripping his damp cock with his hand. Rubbing it fast he came over my stomach, covering it in his warm juices.

  He looked down at me smiling as I wiped the evidence of our actions from my chest. Leaning down he kissed me softly on the lips before grabbing my hand. He led me slowly towards a bench and pulled me onto his lap.

  I wrapped myself into his solid chest, listening to his steady heart beat; I was definitely going to come to the gym more often...

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  Carey’s Secret Volition

  by

  Theresa Stone

  Carey was just getting home from her evening run when she froze rigid at the sight of Nixon at her doorway. Her heart almost dropped to her stomach as her eyes glanced at her watch and back at him. Her husband Mark would be home anytime.

  “What the hell are you doing here Nixon?” she asked as she rushed to his side and pulled him to the sidewalk.

  “I missed you Carey, you haven’t been returning my calls and I wanted to see you, I needed to, why are you avoiding me” Nixon said as he looked at her.

  Carey searched for words to explain herself but nothing came to mind.

  “You can’t be here right now
Nixon, Mark will be home any minute now, let’s meet tomorrow at the cabin. I’ll explain everything” she said nervously as she took Nixon’s hand and pulled him to his car.

  “Are you sure you won’t stand me up again?” he asked.

  “Yes, yes, I won’t, I promise. I’ll see you at 3.00 pm” she said as she looked down the road, crossing her fingers that Mark would be late to get home.

  “OK Carey, see you tomorrow” Nixon said as he bent down to kiss her but she pulled away and took a few steps back.

  “Are you serious, someone might see us” she said in disbelief.

  Nixon took a long look at her then got into the car and drove off. Carey went into the house, closed the door and sighed aloud. She had been having an affair with Nixon for the past three months when they met at a yoga class in the city.

  Although she tried to fight it, she’d developed deep feelings for him and Nixon was getting tired of their relationship being a secret.

  Throughout her marriage to Mark, Carey had never been unfaithful, not even when opportunities presented themselves and guys hit on her wherever she went. This wasn’t until she met Nixon, he was different, so different from her pathetic cheating and neglectful husband.