Hot Stories for Cold Nights

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  She smiled her most sincere smile. “What would you like it to be?”

  “Cut the bullshit. That’s a hooker line. What’s your real name?”

  “Amanda,” she said softly, dropping her chin. “Mandy.”

  “Well, Mandy, if I were your nymph—can there be male nymphs?”

  “I suppose,” she answered quietly.

  “Okay. If I were your nymph, what would you want?”

  “I would want whatever you wanted.”

  “Cut the crap.” Walt sighed. “I asked you an honest question. You’re here for the night so let’s see what we can figure out. What would you want?”

  “Hmm.” She tilted her head to one side and struck a sexy pose, the tip of her index finger in her mouth. “You know I never thought about it.”

  Walt almost laughed. That was a pose he’d never found sexy. “More bullshit. Give!”

  She let out a long breath and, seeming resigned, slowly closed her eyes. “I’d wish for someone to do it all just for me for once. I love kissing and having my breasts played with. I love receiving oral sex. I love it slow and sexy.” Her eyes flashed open. “But I’m here for you. I don’t think the boss would like me revealing all this stuff.”

  “Forget the boss. This is your last assignment so let’s make the most of it.” He moved off the bed and then patted the spot he’d just vacated. “Lie here.” When she hesitated, he said, “You have to do what I want, right?”

  She nodded, then reluctantly stretched out on the bed. He lay beside her and kissed her, played with her mouth, nibbled on her lips. “Mmm, you taste wonderful.”

  Her eyes closed, then snapped open. “I don’t think . . .”

  “Don’t think, just feel.” He kissed her again and realized that he was enjoying pleasing her. He heard the moans she made and felt her hips move.

  He moved to her breast, sucking her erect nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. He blew on the wet spot and watched her tit contract. Then he repeated the action with her other one. “That feels really good, but . . .”

  “No buts,” he said. “This is what I want, so relax and just feel.” He alternated between nipples until she was writhing. After he pulled her gown off, he spread her legs and crawled between. She was so wet that he could smell her arousal, all hot and sexy. Using his thumbs he parted her pussy lips and slid one finger through her folds. She was sopping, juices soaking her flesh. He was amazed. He never thought he was particularly good in bed, but he had obviously given this experienced nymph so much pleasure that she could barely hold still.

  He pressed on her hip bones with his palms to hold her in place, then lowered his mouth to her cunt. When he flicked his tongue over her hard clit she groaned, and it became even more difficult to keep her body still. Then he slid his tongue over her flesh and pushed the tip into her opening.

  Her clit was demanding attention so he sucked at it. “Oh, oh, oh,” she said, then made a long, low moan.

  He thought she tasted like honey and kept sucking. “I’m going to—come if you keep—doing that,” she said, her voice hoarse, her breathing so rapid she could barely get the words out.

  “Good. That’s exactly what I want.”

  “But . . .” He sucked more forcefully and slipped his fingers back so he stroked her anus. She came then, screaming, twisting on the bed, unable to get enough of the pleasures of her orgasm.

  He could barely hold her still enough to keep his mouth on her. He kept sucking and rubbing her rear opening until she lightly pushed him away. “Enough,” she said, breathless. “I can’t—take—any more.”

  Walt hadn’t climaxed but he was content. He cuddled beside her and they dozed.

  Later she said, “It’s never been like that for me.”

  “I’m glad,” he said, a silly grin on his face. “It was great for me, too.”

  “But . . .”

  “You said we had the entire night so we can do more later, right?”

  “Right,” she said, her smile lighting up the room.

  “What then? I mean after your last assignment.”

  “I get to choose where and what and how for myself.”

  He held her tightly. “That’s wonderful. When you leave I will wish you well, but I’d love you to stay for a while.”

  She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “I could stick around for a while. Get a job, maybe. Sort of be your girlfriend.”

  “You could?” he said, eyes widening. “I thought you’d, well, you know, sit on a cloud, play the harp, something like that.”

  “That sounds deadly dull. I’d rather be here.”

  Walt’s grin widened still more. “I’d like that.” He thought a minute. “You said you were trained in the arts of sex. Could we play with different stuff? Act out some scenarios? For both of us, I mean.”

  “I’d love that,” she said, moving close and kissing him. “I surely would.”

  Teach Me

  JOHANNA AND HER HUSBAND, RICK, LOVE TO PLAY SEX games and occasionally discuss fantasies. Recently Rick confided his deepest, darkest secret. They both knew that he would never act on it, but occasionally, when he needed that little final boost while they were making love, he explained that he’d use it to push him over the edge.

  Knowing his secret, Johanna had acted on it a few weeks before. He’d been rubbing his cock while she watched. In a small, almost babyish voice, she’d said, “Would you teach me how to do that?” He’d come explosively.

  “Would you really like to teach a teenage girl about sex?” she had asked later as they caught their breath.

  “Of course not,” Rick had snapped. “I’d never touch anyone like that for several reasons. First, I’d never do anything with anyone underage. Second, I’d never cheat on you. You should know that.”

  She stroked his naked chest. “Of course I know that, darling. I’m really sorry. I guess I didn’t phrase that quite right. I was just wondering about the power of your fantasy.”

  “Fantasies don’t have to be things you’d actually do,” he said, totally serious. “Don’t you have any lurking in the back of your mind?”

  “I’d rather not talk about them. They might lose their potency.”

  “So you have?”

  Johanna huffed out a breath. “Yes,” she admitted. “Maybe I’ll tell you sometime.”

  “I told you mine . . .”

  “I know. Maybe another time.”

  So now, after a little preparation, she was ready to try acting out Rick’s desire. She knew a little about teens and was sure that they didn’t dress much differently than she did, but she thought she understood the picture Rick had formed in his mind. She’d gone to Walmart and bought some tiny, teenybopper undies and a matching bra that barely contained her large breasts, both hot pink with black polka dots. She’d also found a blue-and-green plaid skirt at a garage sale and added a plain white blouse. With the addition of white knee-high socks and black loafers, she looked enough like a high school girl that she was sure Rick’s mind could do the rest.

  That afternoon she’d gotten home from work early and dressed up. She was just finishing when she heard, “I’m home.”

  She said nothing, just walked from the bedroom to the living room. “Hello,” she said softly.

  Rick’s eyes widened and he stared silently. A few times before, she’d greeted him in some outfit or other, once a nurse, once a cop, and once wearing nothing but a raincoat, a bra, a garter belt, and what she called her whorehouse shoes, four-inch silver spikes. He was quick on the uptake, and he always got into the game quickly. Role playing led to great sex. Tonight, however, he was mute.

  Had she gone too far? She had penetrated one of his most secret places. Would he feel that she was invading? She was having serious second thoughts, but she decided to push just a little further. If he seemed too uncomfortable, she’d back off. “I was babysitting down the block but as I passed your house I needed to use the bathroom. I hope you don’t mind.”

  She
hadn’t erred. Rick’s eyes never left her as he breathed heavily. He managed to say, “Not at all. No. I don’t mind at all.”

  Johanna’s mouth widened into a smile. “That’s good. I’m glad.” She meant that on many levels. When Rick didn’t pick up the conversation, she continued, “I’ve seen you around, you know.”

  “You have?”

  “Sure. Sometimes, when you mow the lawn without your shirt, I watch you. You’re quite a hunk.” Johanna had to agree with her alter ego. Rick was indeed quite a hunk.

  “W-w-what’s your name?”

  She watched him take a deep breath, hands trembling. He was totally flummoxed and, from the tent in the front of his slacks, also very aroused. “Mary,” Johanna said, saying the first name that came into her mind. “And I know yours is Rick.” He became silent again so she said, “How about we sit on the sofa for a few minutes? I don’t have to be home for a while.” After a pause, she said, “I could tell you about school.”

  She watched Rick take another long, shuddering breath and let it out slowly. “I would like to hear about your school,” he said.

  They sat on the couch and she made up stories about her imaginary school, teachers, and friends. Finally she said, “All my girlfriends have boyfriends, but I don’t. It’s pretty lame.” Lame. Good word, she thought.

  During their discussion, Rick had loosened up and relaxed enough to truly get into the scenario. “I can’t imagine why not. You’re pretty and smart.”

  Johanna beamed. “You really think so? That I’m pretty, I mean?”

  “Oh, most certainly.”

  Johanna sighed. “But I don’t know how to kiss boys, and they know it. I think that’s why no one will ask me out. They think I’m a dork when it comes to sex. I do know stuff. I’ve read stuff. I watch talk shows. But I’ve . . . well, I’ve never . . .”

  “That doesn’t matter. Boys will like you for what you are. However, I could show you a few things, just to give you a start.”

  Her face lit. Giving him her most enthusiastic grin, she said, “Would you? Really? Would you?”

  Rick’s smile was wide and genuine. This was his fantasy and he’d obviously gotten deeply into it. “Sure. I could help out.”

  It was all Johanna could do not to cheer. This was working out better than she’d ever expected. She was actually enjoying the prospect of Rick teaching her about sex. “Now? Right now?”

  Rick curled his index finger and used the knuckle to lift her chin. “Okay, let’s start here.” He brushed his lips over hers, lightly, barely touching the surface. Over and over he teased her mouth, until she heard her heart pounding in her ears. His tongue flicked over the joining of her lips. “Now open for me.”

  His mouth pressed against hers and she parted her lips slightly. He cupped the back of her head and held it so he could adjust the position of their kiss. She loved kissing but they didn’t usually spend much time on it, both being eager to get to the serious stuff. Now they spent long minutes just enjoying each other’s mouths. Tongues dueling, she placed her hands on his chest, then slipped one to the back of his neck.

  When they parted, both panting, in the persona of Mary, she said, “Was that okay?”

  “My God,” he said, barely able to get two words out. “Okay?” He took a few deep breaths. “If it were any better . . .”

  “Could you show me more?” she said, lowering her gaze and making her voice little. She didn’t have to simulate her trembling.

  “I think that could be arranged,” he said, reaching over and unfastening the top button of her shirt. As her tiny spotted bra was revealed, he smiled and said, “That’s very pretty.”

  She dropped her head even farther until her chin was almost pressed against her chest. In a tiny voice she said, “I bought it for you.”

  “You had this planned?” he said, and Johanna wasn’t sure whether he was talking to her or to Mary. But she remained Mary and spoke as she thought a naive teen would.

  “Yes.” Her voice was almost inaudible. “I hope that’s okay.”

  “I’m glad you did,” he said, running his fingertip over the satiny bra cup. “It’s very lovely.”

  “It’s got matching panties,” she blurted out.

  “I think I’ll get to see those later.” By that time he had all the buttons open and the tails of the blouse pulled from the skirt. He slipped the top down her arms and tossed it away. “Lovely,” he said, extending his hands and brushing the tips of her still-covered breasts with his palms. As he lightly swirled his fingertips over her breasts, he leaned forward and touched his lips to hers. Her sigh was long and deep, her excitement making her entire body tremble. The lengthy foreplay and expectations were making her incredibly hot.

  Eventually, when she could wait no longer, she slipped her hands up Rick’s chest and placed one hand on either side of his cheeks as they kissed.

  “You seem to know about kissing, Mary,” Rick said.

  “I hope it pleases you,” she whispered.

  “Oh, it does. But now I want to see what this lovely pink satin covers. Can I remove it?”

  “Yes. Of course. What should I do?”

  “Nothing yet. I’ll teach you what you need to know. Right now, just enjoy what I’m doing.” He unhooked the bra and allowed Johanna’s large breasts to fall free. She’d gotten into the fantasy enough that it felt like he was seeing her for the first time. It made her surprisingly hungry for him.

  “Wonderful,” he purred, grazing her flesh with his fingertips.

  “May I feel you, too?” she asked.

  “Mmmm,” he answered, so she slowly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. Then, as he had done, she stroked his bare chest with her palms and watched his nipples harden. After more than a year of marriage, she’d not been aware that he had sensitive nipples. She’d have to remember that.

  “What should I do now?” she asked, wanting to move more quickly.

  “Would you take off your skirt for me?”

  “Oh, yes,” she said, standing and slowly unfastening the zipper, letting the plaid slide to the floor. She wiggled her hips. “See the matching panties?”

  “I see, and I like what they cover. Will you take them off for me, too?”

  Slowly, as if stripping in a club, she pulled her panties off, removing her shoes and socks at the same time. “Should I undress you, too?”

  “I’d like that,” he said, so when he stood, she unfastened his belt and slacks and let everything fall. It was very obvious that he was aroused.

  “Ohhh,” she said, palming his erection, “you’re very big. I don’t know whether . . .”

  “Don’t worry about anything, Mary,” he said, chuckling. “Everything will work.”

  “What should I do now?”

  “If you take my shorts off you can touch me, if you’d like.”

  “I would like that.”

  She pulled off his shorts and stared as his engorged cock. “May I touch it? I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t and I’d love it if you’d touch me.”

  So she did. “Like this?” she asked, making awkward stroking motions with only the pads of her fingers.

  He grabbed her wrist and curled her fingers around his cock. “Like this,” he said, growing impatient. She surrounded him with her hand and he bucked his hips, fucking her fist. “God, you’re making me crazy,” he said. “Let’s go to the bedroom where we can be more comfortable.”

  Still holding his erection she walked beside him, down the hall and into the bedroom. Hands on her shoulders, he pushed her until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. He stepped between her knees and cupped her face. “Will you take me into your mouth?”

  She parted her lips and licked the tip of his dripping cock. “Show me how.”

  “I’m sure you don’t need any training. Just do what feels good.”

  Johanna had always enjoyed giving her husband head and this time was no different. She licked the length of him. “I’m pretendin
g that you’re a Dum Dum Pop.” She hesitated. “But you taste even better.”

  His chuckle was deep and hoarse. “I would like it if you’d suck it.”

  She opened her mouth and closed her lips around his staff. She created a vacuum and pulled him inside, then drew back maintaining the suction, just the way he liked it. When his cock emerged, she said, “You mean like this?”

  “Just like that.”

  After just a few strokes, he could obviously hold back no longer. He pushed her onto her back and rammed his cock into her, fucking her like a crazed man until, with only a few thrusts, he came. Although she hadn’t climaxed she was in heaven. Rick was so obviously happy that she knew they’d repeat the game from time to time. And next time she’d let him teach her about the way a woman likes to receive oral sex.

  Potions

  THE STORE WAS REALLY NARROW WITH A FRONT WINDOW so grimy that Dale couldn’t see inside. POTIONS, in tattered gold lettering, was all that was written on the window. That and, in tiny print at the bottom, P. DEARLY, PROP.

  Potions. That was an odd name for a store. Was that its name or the product it sold? And why hadn’t he noticed this disreputable excuse for a store before? After all, it was right on his way home from the supermarket. He shifted his bag of groceries from one hip to the other and considered going inside. Potions for what? The common cold? Athlete’s foot? Beauty products? Yeah, that was probably it. Beauty stuff.

  He was about to continue toward his house, then he stopped himself. He was curious, so he opened the heavy door and went inside. As he entered, a cheery little bell announced his arrival. To no one. No customers. No P. Dearly, Prop.

  The place was as dingy inside as the outside would indicate. Dusty shelves filled with bottles, vials, and jugs, small boxes and odd-shaped containers in all colors and shapes. Well, they had originally been many different colors but most were so dirty and covered with stains that he couldn’t make out the original hue.

  “Good afternoon, young man. I’m Mr. Dearly.” A wizened, stooped old man appeared through a curtain that led, Dale thought, to the back of the store. The man wore grungy black pants and a black vest better suited for the ragbag, over a grayish shirt, its original color indistinguishable. His voice sounded not unlike a squeaking door.