Naughty Ladies! Spicy Romance Collection

by Bree Branigan

  “So what kind of businesses do you run?” she asked.

  “The kind that make money and lots of it,” he replied with a not so appealing or at all sexy wink. Oh god, she thought to herself, nearly saying the words out loud before stopping herself, this is going to be a very long, boring date, I hope the sex will be better if he hasn’t bored my vagina to death. Somehow she knew it wasn’t happening.

  Chapter 4

  It had been a week since Lisa’s awkward, unsuccessful dates and embarrassing encounter with the Irishman from the pub. She had just about given up on the idea of losing her virginity. With her fortieth birthday only a few hours around the corner, she had decided to give into the idea of becoming a living and breathing forty-year-old virgin when her phone dinged with a Facebook friend request from an old school pal, Marie. She’d texted a message saying, “You were right. Marriage is bullshit. I’m getting a divorce. Let’s celebrate.”

  Lisa accepted the request and replied to the message to which she got an immediate response. “Come down to the country house. It’s still mine for a few weeks and if I get my way with the lawyers, it’ll be mine forever.”

  Before Lisa could finish typing her response, she received another message from Marie with the address.

  Lisa pondered for a few minutes before she replied. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” After all these years Marie is finally getting in touch! I can’t wait to see her!

  An hour later, Lisa found herself in the middle of heavy traffic on her way to Marie’s country manor. As she crawled through traffic, she couldn’t help but wonder what her life would have been like if she had gotten married all those years ago. Back then, she and Marie had been inseparable. Then, not long after Lisa’s abrupt break in her engagement Marie had disappeared from her life. Now, apparently, she was back! Who would have thought that a divorce would bring old friends back together again?

  LISA PULLED UP TO THE Manor a few hours later, filled with fatigue and desperate for a drink of some sort. The stronger the better. She exited her Lexus, made her way to the front door and knocked, hard.

  With no reply, she knocked once again. Still no answer. Frustrated, she started to make her way back to her car when a voice behind her stopped her in her tracks.

  “Hello, can I help?” It was a deep male voice.

  Lisa turned around to see a well-built, self-assured young man in an army uniform standing behind the door.

  “Hi there,” said Lisa. “Sorry I think I may have the wrong address.” She continued on her way.

  “Hey,” he called out. “Are you Lisa?”

  Lisa stopped and turned. “Yes.” Who is this guy? she wondered. How does he know who I am? How does he know my name?

  “Hi,” he said. “My name’s Tim I’m Marie’s son. She mentioned that you might pop by. Would you like to come in?”

  Lisa nodded and followed her old friend’s handsome son into the beautiful manor.

  THE LIVING ROOM LOOKED like a museum decked with beautiful, exotic artifacts, antiques and expensive paintings. It seemed that Marie had done all right for herself, despite her sudden disappearance from Lisa’s life.

  “Have a seat.” Tim smiled, and his bright blue eyes crinkled. Ah, those dimples! “My mom had to step out for a moment but she promised that she wouldn’t be long.”

  Again Lisa did as she was told and sank into the chesterfield by the crackling fireplace. Tim walked by her, picked up a few logs and threw them into the fire. She couldn’t help but notice his well-toned body, and the way his muscular butt stretched the heavy material of his uniform.

  “So,” said Tim, turning to look at her. “My mum mentioned that you were old friends.” His eyes scanned her body unashamedly. The way he looked at her made her tingle. My god, girl, she told herself, he’s young enough to be your son! Get a grip!

  “That’s right,” said Lisa. She couldn’t help the squeakiness in her voice.

  “That’s cool.” he said. He stood, legs spread, hands in his pockets, facing her now. Ohmygod, that body... “Hey, can I get you a drink or something?” he asked.

  Finally, she thought. “Yes,” she said. “Anything with alcohol.”

  “Coming right up,” he said. Her eyes followed him hungrily as he left the room.

  Lisa took the opportunity to look around the place. She spotted a family portrait on the mantle above the fireplace. The picture depicted a younger Marie, Tim and Marie’s husband - Ron! Lisa gasped, staring wide-eyed at the photograph Marie’s husband was Lisa’s ex-fiancé.

  Tim walked back in with a neat whiskey and handed it to Lisa. As he did, his hands brushed hers, sending a spark of electricity through her body. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. His dimples, his mannerisms, his smile ... they were so like Ron’s. Suddenly all those feelings from the past came flooding back like an unsuspected hurricane.

  He can’t be more than twenty, she thought. You can’t start thinking or feeling this way. He’s Marie’s son, for god’s sake!

  Tim sat on a couch opposite her, leaning back, his legs sprawled out. “So,” he said, “my mother said that you used to be best friends.”

  Lisa smiled, “We were.” She took a sip from her drink. “But that was a long time ago.”

  “Well, it’s cool that you guys are catching up again.”

  Lisa sank back into the couch, feeling a little overwhelmed. He reminded her of his father, a man she had loved long ago. A barrage of emotions surged through her. They were like a drug in a needle, pumping her back to life from the brink of extinction. I can’t think like this, she thought, I just can’t.

  She took another sip from her drink and tried to take control of the conversation. “So, have you just returned home from service?”

  “What?” said Tim, before looking down at his clothing. “Oh this. I’m going to a costume party tonight, and this was the handiest thing I could find. I was just trying it on when door-bell rang.

  “Well you had me fooled.” she said as she downed her whiskey and placed he empty glass on the coffee table directly in front of her. “Listen,” she said as she stood up. “Tell your mum that I stopped by. We can do this another time.”

  He stood and picked up her glass. “You’ve come all this way,” he said, “How about another drink?”

  Without waiting for her to protest, he strode into the kitchen. Was he aware of those tight jeans accentuating the muscles in his legs and butt? Lisa plopped back down onto the couch, staring at his fine ass.

  The afternoon passed quickly. She was surprised at how easily they talked, especially considering the difference in age. Two drinks had led to three by the time she arose, saying, “Maybe your mother’s been held up. Do you think I should call her?” He stood and took her glass from her hand. Setting it on the coffee table, he looked into her eyes, grazing her cheek with his fingers.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said. The way he looked at her made her light-headed. The pit of her stomach somersaulted. He caressed her hair a moment, and, wrapping her black locks around his hand, tilted her chin. She stood on her tip-toes and gave in to a deep, long kiss. She felt his fingers in the small of her back, pulling her closer as his tongue dove into her mouth, dancing furiously with heated lust. He made her heart thump and her pussy quiver.

  I can’t do this! she thought, pulling away in a frenzy. He stood looking calmly at her.

  “Why not?” he asked. Could he read her mind?

  “I’m old enough to be your mother! And your real mother could come in at any time!” she cried.

  “No,” he said. “I have a confession. It was me who texted you, asking you to come.”

  Lisa stared at him, dumfounded. Tim continued, blushing and hesitating a little. “I don’t usually look at my mom’s phone, but she was driving when your text came in. She asked me to read it to her, and told me to answer you, saying she’d get back to you about meeting after she returns from New York. She’s gone for the week-end.”

  “But you told me to co
me knowing she wouldn’t be here?”

  “I’ve read about you – followed you, actually, for a long time now. At first I was just impressed that my mom and dad knew a movie producer. Then I just started getting this big crush, and read everything they wrote about you ...” He was stumbling over his words now, thoroughly red-faced. He looked like an adorable little boy that had been caught in the act.

  Lisa found herself both completely speechless and completely flattered.

  “It’s okay if you are a little freaked out,” he said.

  What an understatement, Lisa thought. He’s old enough to be your son; you need to get out of here now.

  “Listen,” said Lisa, “I’m flattered, honestly I really am. But I don’t think I can do this. I think you’re very confused and me being here is making you even more confused. I’ve got to go.”

  Before she could make her move towards the door he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her toward him, kissing her passionately. His warm, soft lips pressed into hers. She felt her body sagging into his. Gradually his tongue slipped between her lips, coaxing her tongue, slightly at first, then more ardently. She gave in. Their bodies pressed together, mouths clashing, tongues playing against each other, teeth offering little nips.

  Lisa’s mind was now intoxicated by the kiss, the whiskey, the drive; everything, really. She couldn’t help but laugh internally on the randomness that her life had become. One minute she was on a terrible internet date from hell, the next she was in a toilet cubicle with an Irishman that she just met and now, she was locked in a pretty amazing kiss with the son of her ex-best friend and ex-fiancé. My god, I’m a case!

  His hands slid down her back and Lisa did not mind. She didn’t mind this at all. She pressed her breasts closer as a way of letting him know how she felt and her intentions. I’m ready, she thought. Back in the days when she and Marie were inseparable, she had felt ready to give up her virginity to Tim’s father. Now she was about to give her virginity to his son!

  Without breaking away from the kiss, they both dropped to the floor in front of the fireplace. One button at a time, she undid his jacket, and pulled it down over his shoulders, revealing brawny brown arms. She lifted hers while he slipped her tee-shirt over her head and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Gently he pulled the straps forward, releasing her breasts. Reverently taking her in with his eyes, he held his arms up while she took hold of his shirt and pulled it off, letting it drop behind him. Together they knelt, unbuttoned and unzipped their jeans and their underwear, sliding them down their eager bodies. Soon they were completely naked.

  "I want you to stand on your feet now," she whispered softly into his mouth before giving him a quick kiss. He did as he was told, no questions asked. They stood for a moment, admiring each other’s bodies. His perfect bulging chest, chiseled biceps, and washboard abs with a snail-trail of hair that led straight down to his perfectly thick, long, hard cock, hypnotized her.

  “Wow,” she whispered breathily. “Your body is amazing.”

  He smiled, just standing there watching her. She, too, rose to her feet. Her beautiful chocolate skin shimmered and flickered from the dancing flame of the lit fireplace. Her long hair fell down her shoulders and along her back. She drew him in closer to her once more, pulling his eager face right into her breasts. She moaned out her pleasure as he stroked her tits with his perfect wet tongue.

  “Oh god,” she groaned, arching her back.

  As he nuzzled and rubbed her hardening nipples with his tongue, he trailed his left hand slowly down her body, exploring all her contours, down to her clit. He began to caress it, gently at first but growing more and more rigorous and ravenous as the seconds quickly ticked by.

  His hungry mouth moved to her neck softly licking and sucking her salty skin. She quivered from the inside out as she felt his hot breath. He trailed hot-lipped kisses down her neck, across her throat.

  “Oh I want you,” he whispered into her chest, drunk with desire for his one and only crush. He now slid his finger inside her, still rubbing her clit with his thumb.

  She moaned once more, louder and harder now as he went to town on her.

  “Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Don’t stop... don’t you dare stop.”

  She was close, so fucking close that her legs nearly gave way as they began to turn into jelly. “I’m close,” she moaned. “So fucking close. Don’t stop.”

  With that, she came into his hands. As she did, she pulled hard on his hair. He smiled, knowing just how crazy his touch was making her. Soon she began to caress his hair as she pulled his head up to hers and planted firm, wet kiss on his lips; a sign of gratitude for the orgasm that he’d just given her.

  Now it was her turn. She slid down to her knees and gulped at the realization of just how well endowed her lover was. She started off by darting out her tongue to lick away the pre-cum that leaked from his dick. Then she began to work on the head around the helmet and rim, with her tongue, slowly teasing him.

  “Fuck, you’re going to make me come,” he whispered in pure unadulterated pleasure. “God, it’s never felt this good.” He reached down and began to run his fingers through her thick hair.

  This is it! I’ll make it good. Lisa used every trick that she she had seen and learned through her private late-night pornography home screenings.

  She made an O with her mouth as she ran her lips all the way down to his shaft and consumed all of him in one swoop. She ran her mouth and tongue up and down his length until he thrashed and groaned with desire. She made sure to pay special attention to the sensitive spot under the head of his penis as she caressed his balls with her fingers. Then she began to alternate from his dick helmet to his balls with her tongue.

  “Oh god.” His voice was husky with lust. “Oh god.”

  Lisa couldn’t help but get more and more turned on by the idea of fucking the son of the man that she almost married all those years ago. He was getting closer and closer; she could feel it. She kept her lips firmly around his cock and jerked it harder and faster until he erupted his juice into her eager mouth. His dick nectar filled her so that she let some dribble down her chin and onto her eager breasts.

  Afterward, they both sank to the ground once more and cuddled in front of the fire, caressing and murmuring; more sounds than words.

  She wiped her face with her panties; which she found resting on the chesterfield that she’d sat on earlier, and lay her head on his chest.

  “That was amazing,” said Tim, feeling completely drained and overwhelmed by his unexpected - yet very welcome - sexual encounter with Lisa. He leaned his cute facedown to look at her. She took in his laughing eyes before he closed them and placed his lips on hers. They kissed, softly and more tenderly this time. As though they had been lovers for a long time.

  “So,” said Lisa, “I know I should have asked earlier but how old are you anyway?”

  “I just turned nineteen,” he replied.

  God he’s young enough to be my son, she thought. But why does this feel so right?

  “So,” she said, “are your parents actually getting divorced or was that a lie as well?”

  “That part my mom wrote to you. I just manipulated your coming here.” He smiled a crooked smile.

  “And why the costume?”

  He blushed again. So becoming! “I read somewhere that you said your ideal man would be someone in a uniform,” he replied.

  Lisa laughed out loud. “Sorry for laughing. It’s just that journalists like to twist words. I remember that quote. I was interviewed after making a stupid, historically inaccurate war movie a few years back. The journo asked if I liked a man in uniform and I believe I said, “What woman doesn’t?” A few weeks later he wrote the article. Apparently I only liked men in uniform. It’s funny how things can still haunt you long after the fact.”

  They both laughed. He had the most wonderful, natural, uninhibited laugh.

  Chapter 5

  It had become dark outside. Still naked, th
e pair made their way up the stairs to the master bedroom. It looked like a princess’s chamber with a large four-poster bed covered in satin. Above the fireplace was a clock. As they entered the room the clock struck 11:00. The countdown had begun. Lisa’s fortieth birthday was less than an hour away.

  Moonlight streamed in through window, illuminating Lisa’s face and bare skin. Instead of turning on a light, Tim made his way to the fireplace and bent down to make a fresh fire. Now her dark hair flickered once more. It almost looked like her head and her pussy were on fire. Almost.

  “Before we go any further,” said Tim, “I need you to know something.”

  “Please don’t tell me that you are in love with me,” said Lisa, “I mean it’d be sweet but I just met you, you know.”

  “No, no,” he was quick to say. “It’s not that. But I think I should tell you before we go any further.”

  “You don’t have an STD do you?” she inquired, both alarmed and concerned.

  “God no,” he replied.

  “You are not nineteen, are you? You are much younger! I knew it!”

  He held up his hand, snickering. “Okay. You can stop guessing now and just let me tell you. I am nineteen years old like I told you. I didn’t lie about my age. I don’t have an STD. I’m not in love with you, but I am pretty infatuated, and I still can’t believe the things that we did together downstairs. But before we go any further, I need you to know that what we did downstairs is the furthest that I’ve ever gone with anyone.”

  Lisa swallowed hard. Oh my God, he’s a virgin, she thought, just like me. Should I tell him or just go along with it?

  She walked up to the bed, sat on it and opened her legs wide so that her pussy was on display. Like a sculpture in a tastefully curated museum. She was neatly trimmed, with just a small trail of hair above her labia. “Come over here,” she said, deciding not to come clean to him, not yet. She wanted to remain dirty for as long as possible.