Blushed and Flushed: 12 erotic short stories for women

by Maria Diamante

  She inhaled as the hands milked her nipples, pulling from root to tip, elongating them to the point of pleasurable pain. Vanessa realized her nipples were long, hard points, sticking from out under her thin top, as she had left her coat unbuttoned in the warm subway.

  The young man blatantly looked her up and down, his eyes widening at the sight of her hard nipples. Vanessa closed her coat and her eyes as the arousing sensation of the hands on her nipples left her nearly swooning.

  The subway jerked to a stop and when the young man exited the hands stopped their delightful tug of war. What the hell was going on?

  Was it her imagination? Was it some sort of angel? If it was, that’s one perverted angel, she thought. She even laughed at the thought of an “angel of perpetual pleasure.”

  Vanessa shook her head, completely puzzled. For the second time that morning, her panties were damp and her clit ached to be rubbed into a mind-shattering orgasm.

  She put this mystery out of her mind as she had a busy day ahead at the office. She groaned at the thought of a very long and boring meeting that awaited her.

  Seated in the sterile meeting room, Vanessa was fighting the urge to yawn when her boss welcomed a handsome older man into the room.

  A business consultant named Steve, he looked to be in his late 40s and in phenomenal shape. Vanessa suddenly came to life and straightened up. She smoothed her hair and adjusted her top. He was tall and nicely built, with muscular arms and a chiseled jaw.

  He swept his eyes over the group as Vanessa’s boss introduced everyone. When his eyes stopped on Vanessa, she saw a spark of desire and he flashed a brilliant grin which she coquettishly returned. Suddenly the meeting had new appeal. She became more animated and involved, trying to impress him.

  As Steve gave his presentation, he walked around the table. He stopped immediately to Vanessa’s right and she felt a strong pair of hands part her thighs and immediately plunge two thick fingers into her pussy.

  Vanessa gasped out loud and tried to cover up the sound by coughing. Although she didn’t move a muscle, she felt the fingers thrust vigorously in and out of her dripping wet pussy, while the thumb began to work its magic on her clit.

  She leaned her head back on the chair’s headrest and looked at the ceiling, trying to look as if she was intently listening to Steve. But all she could focus on were the fingers playing in her cunt.

  They spread her wetness all over her lips and mound, and ran slick fingers up and down her slit, dipping back into her pussy time and time again, driving her towards a powerful orgasm.

  She felt one hand stay on her pussy, and the other move to her breasts, kneading them sensuously, rubbing her nipples and skimming along their underside.

  The hand on her pussy was now focused on her orgasm, the fingers rubbing circles around her clit, driving her closer and closer. Vanessa tried desperately to fight any outward sign of how turned on she was.

  Just as she was approaching a huge orgasm, the hands retreated. Vanessa looked over to see Steve had moved to the other end of the room.

  She looked around to see if anyone was looking funny at her and she noticed Steve had picked up a binder and held it in front of his pants. He looked at her and had a pained, uncomfortable expression on his face and stood unnaturally. He had a noticeable erection, Vanessa realized.

  The others didn’t seem aware. Most of them had their heads buried in presentation notes. Vanessa stared at his pants, admiring the bulge he was desperately trying to hide. She licked her lips without thinking and Steve pressed the binder closer towards himself.

  After a few minutes, he put the binder down and resumed walking around the room, coming once again to Vanessa’s chair. She immediately felt the hands return to her pussy where they had left off.

  This time, strong virile hands cupped her pussy from behind, the middle finger easily slipping inside her as she was still wet and slippery.

  The hand resumed its rubbing of her clit and lips. Vanessa was on the verge again in seconds, but Steve moved away again, looking at her with a puzzled expression, Vanessa instantly lost the sensation.

  She looked at him, realizing he was feeling something too. Perhaps when he stood beside her and she felt his hands, he was now feeling hers too. Steve looked at her, his eyes a combination of lust and confusion.

  She pictured her hands wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, rubbing her fingers over his balls and spreading his pre-cum all over the head.

  She envisioned gripping his rock-hard cock and stroking madly. The moment she had this thought, Steve, lurched over a little and now it was his turn to have the fake cough. He again reached for his binder.

  Steve looked at her again. She wanted him badly.

  When Steve passed around the room again, he stopped for a fraction of a second beside Vanessa’s chair, she waited for his hands to finish this wonderful torture. But this time they did not come.

  Her body remained untouched and he didn’t move again. Steve visibly settled down and finished his presentation. Saddened, Vanessa barely listened as she realized whatever had caused the feeling of a man’s hands was gone.

  The meeting finished, Vanessa picked up her stuff to leave. Steve came over and shook her hand, “Hi, Vanessa, I’m Steve and your name is the only one I remembered from the introductions.” Vanessa smiled, holding his hand in hers and an unspoken message passed between them.

  “I’ve never enjoyed giving a presentation so much,” he added, grinning devilishly.

  They looked at each other, both a little flustered and embarrassed.

  She knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She imagined the sensation of his hands on her body, his mouth on hers and how he would feel lying beside her.

  Suddenly feeling like the entire office staff were watching, Steve quietly asked Vanessa if she wanted to go for dinner. Vanessa happily accepted and told him to wait while she put her files away in her office and grabbed her coat.

  As they were about to cross a busy street outside, Steve extended his hand to Vanessa. She placed hers in his and they stopped and looked at each other and said nothing.

  Vanessa knew those hands would soon be exploring her body, and she wondered if she would recognize them from earlier. It didn’t matter. Invisible hands would soon be visible.

  Lying on a king-sized bed in his hotel room the next morning, Vanessa stretched out her arms and reveled in the feeling of touching Steve’s muscular chest and arms.

  It was better than she imagined.

  Realistic Fantasy

  Julie held the belt to her satin robe a little bit tighter and stood in the doorway, watching her lover walk away after spending the night in her bed.

  She was naked under the robe and her hair was messy and tousled. She smiled proudly at the nosy neighbor peering down at her from across the street.

  She remained in the doorway, feeling the hot sun on her face, waiting until she saw his car leave her complex before she would step back into the comfort of her air conditioned home.

  She looked around and picked up the glass that had held his breakfast juice, and placed it in the sink, feeling like she was removing all evidence that he had been there.

  Julie went through this ritual every Sunday morning for the last few months, watching her lover leave, wishing he could stay, but afraid to voice her true feelings.

  She was older, more accomplished and settled, and was in her sexual peak. A lusty large, voluptuous woman, she never lacked for admiring men to boost her ego.

  He was much younger, and she enjoyed not only his body, but his company and wit. He was an intelligent writer who made her laugh. He also brought out her long-neglected playful side that had been dormant for years.

  They went on entertaining excursions together, like a trip to Niagara Falls to Marine Land. They had a long walk around the theme park, fed the overfed deer and watched in awe as Beluga whales were fed raw fish.

  She laughed more with him than with other men she had been
with, and reveled in making him laugh uncontrollably with her.

  His ability to make her laugh was a recent addition to her growing list of criteria for men she would sleep with. Andrew was the only man who made her laugh to the point of a stomach ache or tears, and she often laughed to herself like a mad woman, reliving some funny episode or conversation while those around her looked at her as if she was crazy.

  He possessed that ever so rare skill of being able to stimulate her mind along with her body. But her body…It was her body that really responded to him…to his body.

  Andrew was handsome and muscular with shoulders that were exaggeratedly wide, tapering down to a compact rear end. She ran her hands over his well-developed chest and loved to touch the warm skin at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He made her forget herself, and regress into something sexual and non-thinking, acting upon animal urges.

  The irony was that she was the lust-crazed one, whereas he was more controlled and composed. He dictated when and where he ejaculated, preferring to spill his seed on her breasts, or on her stomach. She always hoped he would hold her close and spill himself inside her, which represented the ultimate act of closeness between a man and a woman, in her opinion.

  The fact that he kept this from her frustrated and bewildered her, and caused her to keep her own emotions closely locked inside, allowing him to take the lead in their couplings.

  When she first met this young lover, she anticipated a few frenzied sessions in bed; a few quick coffees and then she would never see him again. What she didn’t anticipate was that they had so much in common, including some of the most important things in her life, such as writing.

  Andrew wrote for a living and she had recently entered the world of women’s erotica, selling her first book for a small sum.

  She decided to ask him to edit her book for her. She was very impressed by his writing and researched him on the Internet, reading everything she could find, and asked him for more of his articles.

  When not writing, Andrew was obsessed with breasts and nipples, and could drive Julie insane from his hands and mouth upon her breasts. He tugged and pulled at her long, thick nipples, and she felt the jolt of electricity that connected directly to her clit whenever he pulled hard on one of them, causing her to moan from pleasure.

  Their sex was frantic, full of primal desire and frenzied bursts of passion, and extremely fulfilling to Julie, who would lay afterwards holding Andrew. Or she would cherish being held in his arms, feeling the spasms subside within her body, her heart slowing to its natural rhythm.

  After a few sessions of intense sexual liaisons, Julie asked Andrew to come to her cottage, three hours north from the city, to chop some wood for her. Though it was the middle of winter, she thought the two of them would enjoy a trip away from the crowded city.

  Andrew sat in the passenger side while Julie drove her SUV. With the open country road on the horizon, somehow, but to no surprise to either one of them, the conversation turned to sex.

  Julie put her hand on Andrew’s cock as she drove, not taking her eyes off the road unless it was to watch him grow under her stroking hand. It was then they talked about their deepest, darkest fantasies.

  Again, it seemed hardly surprising that they shared one very dark twisted, incestual fantasy. As they talked about it, Julie stroked and touched Andrew’s cock, making the pre-come flow from his tiny hole, smoothing the wetness all over him as a lubricant, and stroking him almost to the point of orgasm, but holding back, keeping him hard and aching.

  She allowed him to tuck his cock back into his pants as they approached the driveway. Smiles turned to frowns, as the pair were dismayed to find a huge wall of snow blocking their entrance down to the cottage itself.

  They decided to walk across the snow, which was several feet high. Attempting to cross the snow on foot, they both began to sink down into it, soaking their clothes and breathing heavily from the exertion of trying to lift their legs out of the deep snow drifts. What should have taken a matter of two minutes took almost 20.

  When they had finally made it to the cottage, they sat inside, warming up by the few candles, as there was no winter heating in the cottage.

  Julie was cold and wet, and regretting the excursion. She felt frustrated that Andrew seemed content with just letting her stroke his cock and was doing nothing back to her, which annoyed and angered her.

  But she kept her anger hidden until she was overcome by cold and longing, and shivered uncontrollably beside the weak heat given from the candles.

  She had warm dry clothes in the SUV, so when Andrew suggested they return to the vehicle, she stood up, ready to leave, not certain how to voice her displeasure at his lack of desire to touch her.

  As they stood, Andrew suddenly came to stand directly behind her, holding her from behind, and a wave of such sexual longing came over Julie, she bent over, and began grinding and pushing her ass back against his growing cock.

  Andrew came to life and grabbed Julie, pulling her breasts out from her top and bra, and sucking on her rock-hard nipples, pulling them with his teeth. Between sucks, he talked about their incestuous fantasy, acting it out with her, startling her with their shared animalistic response.

  Julie lost control and when Andrew yanked down her jeans and panties, and thrust his finger deep into her. His fingers worked hard and fast, knowing exactly how to touch her. She gave herself up to the sensations, and orgasmed loud and hard as he stimulated both her clit and her g-spot.

  Her knees nearly gave way and she unbuckled his belt and pulled his huge cock out, desperate to take it in her mouth.

  He led them to the couch and sat back while Julie fell to her knees, moaning delightedly as she sucked hard on his cock and played with his enormous balls.

  She only paused to rub her hard nipples and breasts against his cock, thrusting it up between them, licking at his head, until he finally came with a loud groan, and jets of his warm semen covered her nipples.

  Julie licked up the remainder of his semen with her tongue and sucked hard to get the last few drops from him, while squeezing his balls. Andrew lay back, breathing heavily. His cock became so sensitive he had to fend off Julie’s hands and mouth from gently touching him.

  Giving up the fight, she rested her cheek against his thigh, happy that he had touched her, a bit dazed by the intensity of the act, and still in the glow of her orgasm. Their brief play had left her shaken. She felt like a dam had been opened on her sexuality, and she wondered if she would ever feel moved by plain vanilla sex again.

  On the way back home Andrew drove, and Julie was surprised to find that her nipples would not soften. They remained erect for the entire three-hour trek.

  She also knew she would never think of the cottage again except as a place where her deepest fantasies had been brought out from her mind. It would be hard to not think about it whenever she was there in the future.

  She stroked him again, and they talked about their reaction to discovering that they shared this dark fantasy, and that they rarely, if ever, discussed it with other people, not even other past lovers.

  Julie had a sense of fear, as she wondered how she could return to normality with other men. Looking back, she never dared raise this fantasy with her last five or six lovers.

  This fact led her to wonder what had led them to confess it to each other. Was it a level of comfort? Or was their shared lust so strong, each was willing to see just how far the other would go?

  As she dropped him off, she watched him walk into his home and drove to her house with a sense of dread, somehow knowing things would forever be altered between them.

  The occasional escape from reality was good thing, she thought. And Andrew was now associated forever in her mind with fantasy, which was also a good thing. But knowing this fantasy could be brought to life brought with it both feelings of exhilaration along with the knowledge there might be emotional consequences.

  This realization brought her back to the moment where she
stood in the doorway, tying her robe belt tighter around herself, watching Andrew drive away.

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