Sacred Thoughts - The Collection

by Alana Chappell

  Title Page

  Sacred Thoughts

  The Collection

  By

  Alana Chappell

  Publisher Information

  Sacred Thoughts - The Collection

  published in 2014 by House of Erotica

  an imprint of Andrews UK Limited

  www.houseoferoticabooks.com

  This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

  The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

  Copyright © Alana Chappell 2014

  The rights of Alana Chappell to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  Meet Me At The Bar

  “Hello,” a male voice says while choosing a seat next to a very attractive woman at the bar. “Is this seat taken?” he asks as he reaches for the stool.

  She turns around ever so slowly as her long black hair blocks the side of her face. “No, it’s not,” she responds as she gently places her hair behind her ear.

  “I’m Craig,” he says as he reaches his hand out for a formal shake.

  “I’m Maria,” she says with a smile.

  The bar is packed for happy hour and the lights are dimmed ever so slightly, creating a romantic atmosphere.

  “Maria,” Craig says, “can I buy you a drink?”

  She smiles and says, “Sure, I’ll take a martini.”

  “Martini it is,” he repeats.

  “Thank you,” she says.

  “No problem,” he replies. “You look amazing - are you waiting for anyone in particular?”

  “No,” she replies in a flirtatious voice. “How about you - do you have any plans for meeting someone here tonight?

  “Nope, just out to get an early start on the weekend.”

  “Me too,” Maria replies. “So what do you do for work?”

  “I am a private banker right across the street, so obviously this was not much of a commute,” he replies as he laughs.

  “Hmm,” she says, “very intriguing. Do you enjoy your job?”

  “Yes,” Craig replies, “very much. I have been with this company for about eight years now and have spent a lot of time working my way up in the company.”

  “Really,” Maria says as she turns her stool around to make eye contact with Craig. Her long legs are crossed as her thighs barely peek out from underneath her little black dress.

  “Yes,” he says. “What about you, what do you do?”

  “Nothing really,” she replies. “I am the mother of three kids.”

  “I really wouldn’t say that is nothing,” Craig says. “That is a huge job. And you do this by yourself, no man?” he says in a very curious voice.

  “Yes,” she replies. “I have really good kids and I am blessed for that.”

  “How old are you children?”

  “They are ten, twelve and fifteen years old. Does this create a problem?” Maria asks as she knows this is quite early to ask a question that is so involved.

  The drinks are served as they both toast to a newly found interest in each other. Maria is beginning to feel a little tipsy because this is her third drink of the night. Craig notices that Maria is beginning to feel really good and he asks her if she has a ride home. She replies, “My friend says she can pick me up if I need a designated driver.”

  “Nonsense,” he says. “She shouldn’t have to come all the way over here to pick you up when I am already here and can take you home. Where do you live?” he asks.

  “On the north side of town,” she says, “over by the news station.”

  “Oh,” he replies, “you are not too far from me. Why don’t you grab your purse and let me take you home?” Craig grabs her hand as she jumps down off of the stool. Craig can’t help but check out Maria’s curves as she walks in front of him. Her little black dress is hugging every curve of her body and her heels accentuate her long, shapely legs. As they make their way to the parking lot, Craig points out that a huge F-250 is what they will be using to get home. He opens the door for her as she struggles to hop in this massive truck. As she leans to get into the truck, Craig sneaks a peek at her ass, which is gently exposed as she makes her way into the truck.

  As they drive down the street, Craig places his hand on Maria’s knee. He is taken aback at how soft her skin is and begins to rub her thigh up and down. She places her hand on top of his, giving him a nonverbal sign that she is interested. She gently lays her seat back ever so slightly as he is cautiously making his way to her inner thigh. Not resisting, she opens her thighs just enough for him to be able to feel her lacy black panties. “Mmm,” she says. “It’s been a long time since I have been touched there.”

  “Really? That’s too bad; if you were my woman I would touch you like that every day,” he says as he leans deeper into her thighs. She reaches down under her dress for her black lacy panties, pulls them down around her ankles, and slides them off around her sexy stilettos.

  “These are in the way,” she says as she places them in his shirt pocket. “Now, where were you?” she asks as she spreads her legs and places his hand deep into her warm pussy.

  Trying to concentrate on driving, they arrive at the house. “Pull into the garage,” she says, “and turn off the engine.” She quickly undoes her seatbelt and reaches around to grab a handful of Craig’s hard and erect dick. She gets down on her knees in the truck and looks up at him as she begins to lick the shaft of his dick. “Do you like this?” she says to him in an innocent voice.

  “Of course. Please don’t stop.”

  She reaches over and places her fingers gently in his mouth as she continues to give him head. Craig reaches around and pushes his chair back as far as it will go. Maria climbs on top of Craig’s exposed cock. She raises her dress to around her breasts and places Craig’s hard dick inside of her. Craig grabs Maria’s ass cheeks as she rides with the steering wheel to her back. With each stroke he presses her harder and harder into him. She moans uncontrollably as she wraps her arms around his neck and places her breasts in his face. Craig pulls back on Maria’s hair and kisses her down the front of her neck.

  “How long has it been since you have been fucked real good?” he says in her ear.

  In between her moans, she replies, “I can’t remember the last time.”

  “Well, I am going to fuck you real good tonight,” he says as he thrusts himself deeper into her. She lets out a loud moan and he gently places his hand over her mouth as she falls back into the steering wheel. He reaches down to fondle her clit to speed up the stimulation. Almost immediately she cums all over his dick, shaking from all of the explosions. He reaches around, grabs her waist, and brings her back into him. She thrusts forward and it doesn’t take long for Craig to ejaculate. “Fuck,” he says, “this was so explosive and you’re so damn hot.” He reaches in for an intimate kiss and thanks her for a good time.

  As Maria climbs off of Craig, she pulls down her dress to make herself presentable. She combs through her hair with her fingers and Craig zips up his pants. “Let’s go inside, babe,” says Maria. “Hopefully the kids are asleep and they didn’t hear anything.” She grabs Craig’s arm and giggles all the wa
y into the house.

  “Hello, Linda,” says Craig as they make their way through the door. “I will take you home. Are the kids asleep?” he asks.

  “Yes, they are,” she says. “They were good tonight.”

  “Thanks,” Maria says to Linda. “Here is the pay that we owe you and a little extra.”

  “Thanks, Mrs. Richardson,” Linda replies.

  “I will be right back, babe,” Craig says to Maria as he gently kisses her goodbye.

  “I’ll be patiently awaiting your return,” she says with a smirk.

  Pleasure Of A Stranger

  The vibration could be felt from inside the building. It’s 1:00 p.m., Sharon thinks to herself as she runs to look out the window. There he was, a perfect stranger for whom she had no name and no information. His dark hair lay hidden underneath his helmet. Completely wrapped in leather he was a sight for sore eyes. She often wonders what was hidden underneath all that cowhide.

  Sharon quickly makes her way over to her purse which is in a drawer and grabs $3.75. This is the perfect amount for an iced latte downstairs in the coffee shop. She keeps this amount tucked away everyday so she can catch a closer glimpse of this stranger. Her friend watches as she grabs the exact change and races to the elevator. Lucy calls out, “Go get him, honey,” as Sharon passes by her desk.

  “One day I will,” Sharon replies with laughter. Standing in front of the elevator waiting for it to arrive is torturous every single day. Just as she is about to take the stairs, ding, the elevator arrives. She presses number one as she anxiously waits to see her tall, dark and mysterious stranger.

  “Ding,” the elevators sounds as she quickly rushes out to look for him. There he is, she thinks to herself as she stands in line to get her iced latte. Her heart racing, she is called to the front of the line to take her order. She glances over her shoulder to make sure he is still sitting in the corner. “Thank you,” she says as she grabs her drink.

  Frantically, she searches for a place to sit. She needs to find a seat where she can examine him a little closer. “Aha, here we go,” she says to herself as she plops down in a chair.

  He is reading a newspaper and, from what she can tell, he does not have on a wedding ring. “Yes,” she quietly says as she watches his facial expressions while he reads. She takes a moment and engages in a day dream about him. Hmm, I wonder what his hands feel like and how big his arms are underneath that leather coat. She glances down at his feet and he’s wearing huge biker boots with thick soles. Underneath the leather pants you can faintly see a chain hanging from his boots. As she finds herself in lust over him, she forgets that she is staring. He catches a glimpse of her looking directly at him. He smiles and continues to read the paper. Completely embarrassed, Sharon quickly looks away.

  “Oh my god,” she says to herself as she looks down toward the floor. Feeling humiliated, she just wants to run out of the coffee shop. “No,” she says to herself as she gathers her thoughts. “He knows you exist and that is a bonus.” She proudly lifts her head again with that thought and smiles.

  After one last view of this stranger, she knows it’s time to go back to work. “There’s always tomorrow,” she says to herself. She stands and waits for the elevator to arrive.

  “Hello,” a man’s voice protrudes from behind her. As she turns, she is silenced by his presence. Her unknown stranger is standing directly in front of her.

  “Oh,” she mutters as she sucks on her straw. Struggling hard to find her words, she quietly says, “Hi.”

  “I notice you come here every day,” he replies. “I was just wondering where you were going. Do you work upstairs?”

  “I do,” she replies as she carefully watches his lips move as he talks.

  “So you must be in the insurance business,” he adds.

  “Yes, I am, but it’s not very exciting. It is definitely not a career choice for me,” she replies as she giggles.

  “Well, I just might have to take a look at some of your rates one day. I would like to see if you could get me a better rate on my motorcycle insurance. Could you do that for me?” he asks

  “Yes, I can. Would you like to come up right now?” she asks.

  “I would love to, but I have somewhere I need to be right now. How about tomorrow?” he asks.

  “Sure. You know where I work, so I will see you about 1:00 p.m. tomorrow?”

  “Sounds perfect,” he replies as he smiles and walks away.

  “Whoa, what just happened?” she asks herself. “I can’t believe I just talked to him.”

  Ding! The elevator arrives for the second time since she’s been standing there. She gets in and pushes floor two as her heart races like a race horse. He is even more gorgeous up close; I can’t wait to taste him, she thinks to herself. As her thoughts spin out of control, the elevator door opens. “Okay, gather your thoughts,” she says to herself as she runs straight over to Lucy’s desk. “I have a date,” she says before she even catches her breath.

  “Really,” Lucy replies. “Where are you guys going?”

  “Well, I guess it’s not really a date. But he will be here tomorrow to get a motorcycle quote,” she adds as she smiles.

  “Oh, that’s great,” says Lucy. “At least you have a chance to talk to him and get to know him a little better.”

  “Yes, I do,” Sharon adds hastily. She quietly walks back to her desk thinking about how his ass looked in those leather pants.

  Hours pass and it’s time to go home. She grabs her purse and key and closes down her computer. The sun has gone down and there is just a hint of orange left in the sky. Ding! Back down the elevator she goes and off to her car. She fumbles around her purse as she walks, looking for her cell phone. She places her purse down on the hood of the car and continues to search. “Ah,” she says as she reaches for it. She reaches for the door to put her purse in on the passenger’s side.

  “Hello,” a familiar voice says as she frantically looks up.

  “Hello to you,” she replies as she realizes it is her familiar stranger friend. “Whoa, I was not expecting to see you here,” she says as she throws her purse in the car.

  “I really wasn’t expecting to be here,” he replies as he moves in closer.

  Feeling frozen in the moment, she asks, “Well, what has you visiting me again?”

  “I thought about you all day and I know you have been thinking of me too. There’s a reason I visit this coffee shop every day, and there is a reason you meet me here every day. Am I reading the situation correctly?” he asks hesitantly.

  “No, I don’t believe that you are wrong,” she replies. “I never knew that you noticed.”

  “Of course I did. There is a coffee shop near my house, 5 miles closer. If I really wanted coffee I would have gone there,” he replies with a smile.

  “Oh,” she says. “So, what do you suggest we do about this situation then?”

  “I suggest you lock up your car and come with me for a ride on the back of my bike. See? I brought an extra helmet,” he says proudly.

  “Wow. What if I said no?” she asks.

  “You won’t. You want to go with me.”

  “What makes you so sure?” she adds.

  “Well, if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be standing here talking to me.”

  “Give me that helmet,” she says with a devilish grin. “What am I getting myself into?” she says aloud.

  He straddles the bike, placing it in an upright position for Sharon to get on. “Pull up on my shoulder,” he tells her. “Use me to get on the bike.”

  She reaches over and pulls on his right shoulder as her legs stretch out across his massive bike. “Oh,” she says as she straps her helmet on tightly, “I have never been on a bike before.”

  “Really? Huh, I would have suspected you to have been a rider all your lif
e,” he says sarcastically.

  “Okay,” she replies, “not funny. I am ready to go she tells him.”

  “Grab on and don’t let go.”

  “Where are we going?” she asks.

  “Just for a ride,” he tells her as she grabs tighter. Rmm rmm. The bike roars as he starts the engine. The vibration that runs through her inner thighs excites her. “You like that, don’t you?” he says as she grabs on a little tighter.

  “No comment,” she replies as they take off down the road.

  As they drive down the street, you can see the street lights coming on. The sun is finally behind the mountain and the streets are less chaotic. As she presses herself firmly against his back, she can feel the vibration stimulating her clit. Trying not to be turned on, she never says a word. After a half an hour of viewing the city from the bike, he makes a right turn into a dimly lit park.

  “What are we going to do here?” she asks.

  “Whatever you want to do,” he replies. “We don’t have to be here if you’re uncomfortable.”

  “No, no,” she abruptly says as she quickly gets off the bike. Her legs feel a little tingly from the ride and her pussy throbs, still feeling the vibration from the bike. “Okay,” she says, “where to now?”

  “I thought we could just sit right here next to the bike.” He reaches in one of the saddlebags and pulls out a blanket. He very carefully lays it out on the ground and tells her to have a seat. Completely shocked, she sits down without saying a word. He takes off his leather coat and she gasps out loud. “What is it?” he asks, concerned.

  “Nothing,” she says as she feels a little embarrassed. His muscles are even larger than she had even imagined. His chest stuck out from behind his shirt and his back was a mountain masterpiece. He sits still up against his bike and watches her as she sits peacefully on the blanket. Feeling completely overwhelmed from her horniness, she gets up and presses herself up against him.

  “Ah,” he says with a smile as he wraps his heavy muscle-bound arms around her. She places her hands around his neck and leans in for a passionate kiss. Their lips meet and their soft tongues are exposed to each other’s.