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by Lord Malinov
Sarah took a drink, a cool sip to quell the heat of a July afternoon. “Ah,” she said, placing the foam wrapped bottle on the wooden planks below her deck chair, “what a gorgeous day.”
“Truly,” said Kevin, turning his shaded gaze to address her. A bead of sweat dripped past his reddened nose and over his cheek. “It doesn’t get much better than this.”
Dressed in bright bathing suits with no pooled water in sight, the young couple lay still in the radiant glow of the sun, basking in an afternoon of lazy indulgence. A funky bass line shook the moist, shimmering air, teasing Kevin’s heartbeat with vague, anticipatory dreams of a night’s dancing rhythms. He smiled.
“Hey, Kevin.” said Sarah, “you want to go with me down to Andy’s later? I have a craving for some shrimp.”
“Love to,” he said, “but I made plans.” Kevin picked up his beer and took a long swig.
“Really?” asked Sarah.
“Vickie called me last night.” Kevin lay motionless, waiting.
“Jesus, Kevin. I thought we were past that.” Sarah lifted her gold-rimmed shades and took a long look at Kevin.
“Yeah, but Vick’s a little down and we talked for a while. She really felt bad about what happened in Jersey, and she wanted to see me. I know,” Kevin said, catching the look of disgust Sarah gave him. “She needed someone to talk to and, well, I couldn’t just leave her out in the cold.”
“What a bunch of shit,” said Sarah, staring coldly into the sky and rubbing a small circle over her glistening tummy. “Well, just don’t think you can come back here when ‘Vick’ fucks you up again.”
“What does that mean?” Kevin asked, his voice hard, annoyed.
“C’mon Kevin. You went out with that bitch for two months last fall and we never heard a word from you. Then she left you cold and you were over here, almost every night for three months, moaning about your lost love.”
“Humph,” said Kevin, picking up his beer for a drink.
“And then Vickie calls you up in April and you’re no where to be seen until June. And now, we’ve finally got past the constant moaning, and if you think we’re going back through that routine, forget about coming back here for act six.”
“I didn’t know I was such a bother.” Kevin frowned to make the hurt plain.
“Kevin. You’ve known me for, how long? You’ve always been a bother, and I’ve never complained. Just don’t expect me to pick up the pieces when you keep throwing yourself into the same trap time after time.”
“Anyway,” Kevin said seriously, “it’s not like that. I’m not going to let her screw me up again. I just want to talk to her. You know, like friends.”
“What a bunch of bullshit!” shouted Sarah, laughing. “She’ll bat those dark eyes of hers and you’ll be on your knees saying, ‘thank you, ma’am, can I have another?'”
“You don’t know anything.”
“I know plenty,” said Sarah. “Here. I’ll give you a test. Close your eyes.” Sarah rolled over onto her side to face Kevin and nodded.
“What?” Kevin turned to look at Sarah. Her blue eyes gleamed.
“Just close ’em. All right.” Sarah took a long look at Kevin. He smiled expectantly, lying still in the bath of sunshine. “I went to the gym with Vickie once,” she began. “You were going out with her then. I watched her undress, trying to see what you saw in her.” Turning, Kevin opened his eyes wide and looked at Sarah in astonishment.
“Did you?” he asked.
“Hush up and close your eyes. I remember thinking what incredible breasts she had. They were so firm and round and creamy. I imagined you sucking on those nipples of hers. Mmm, I’ll bet that was a treat.” Sarah smiled.
“Yes, delish fish,” said Kevin, laughing. Sarah watched with a nod as his bathing suit began to rustle and stir.
“But when she stripped off her jeans and I saw those black thong panties, just wedged between the cheeks of her round butt, well I knew what was keeping you away from your friends.”
“Couldn’t blame me,” said Kevin. The front of his suit pulled taut against the thickened pole beneath.
“And then she pulled down those little panties and you’ve completely failed the test,” Sarah said with an accusatory laugh. “Look at the hard on you’re sporting thinking about that bitch.”
“C’mon,” said Kevin, adjusting the fit of his powder blue suit, “what kind of a test was that? You start talking naughty about a girl taking off her clothes, any girl, and I’m going to get aroused. You know I’m not really involved with anyone. Describe dinner to a starving man and then tease him for drooling.”
“But that’s my point. You’re going to see Vickie all hungry and you’ll take one look at the meal and forget the indigestion that she gives you.”
“No I won’t. I know I’ve been pretty stupid about Vickie before, but I’ve learned my lesson. It’s not going to be like that.”
“Your mouth is saying one thing, but Mister Dick is still looking for a meal.”
“You’re the one who gave him ideas.”
“Well then,” said Sarah. She lifted herself out of the lounge chair and stood with her hands on her waist and sighed. “Come inside.” Brian shrugged and followed Sarah through the doorway.
“Sit down,” she said. Brian took a seat on the sofa. Sarah knelt down and pushing a golden lock behind her ear, she pulled the waist of his blue suit to release his still hard cock.
“Sarah?” he asked, wide eyed.
“If you’re going to see Vickie, you’re not going hungry.” Sarah licked the sweaty stick. “Besides, I could use a snack myself.”
“Wow,” said Kevin, pushing his prick into Sarah’s mouth.
“I’ve heard the bad stuff,” she said, smiling wickedly. “Tell me what makes Vickie so hot.” She sank his thick cock between her smiling lips.
“You saw those big titties,” Kevin said, tickled by the tongue Sarah lavished over his dick. “I don’t know, she just commands me to do all these nasty things to her. One time she pushed her boobs together around my prick and told me to fuck them. It was kind of cool, slipping between her tits and when I came, it just shot up onto her face.”
“Messy,” said Sarah, smiling as she tickled his cock with delicate strokes of her pink tongue.
“And she loved to do it in front of the mirrors. One whole wall of her bedroom is mirrored and Vickie just loves to find different ways to watch us fucking.” Kevin paused. “Oh, yes,” he said under his breath as Sarah pushed his cock deep into her mouth.
Sarah pulled his bathing suit further down as she sucked, working her hands under Kevin’s bared ass to squeeze as she rocked him upward and deeper. Kevin moaned as he began to steal glimpses of the girl working his rod; Bent at the waist, her bottom spread wide, stretching out the lime green bikini bottoms. Kevin put his hand on her shoulder and Sarah looked up to smile.
“I can’t believe you’re sucking my dick,” he said. “This is so hot. Mmm.” Kevin slipped his fingers through the loose length of Sarah’s long hair, pulling her gently closer to the root of his throbbing prick. She wiggled her hips playfully as she took the thick meat down.
“I hate to see you go hungry,” Sarah said, licking the glistening shaft she held aloft in her hand.
“You are so fine,” Kevin groaned, reaching down to fondle the breast within the pale green top. Her nipple hardened in the grip of his fingers. Sarah looked up at Kevin, her blue eyes shining in desire.
“Oh, yes,” he moaned and clutched Sarah close as his muscles began to convulse from within.
“Mmm,” she said, drinking the spurts of hot lust. “Mmm,” she giggled as his cock spilled gush after gush.
“Wow,” Kevin said, laying back, defeated. “That was incredible.”
“Vickie’s a bitch and she’ll dog you again if you let her,” Sarah said, licking her wet lips.
“I know,” said Kevin. “She’s fucked me over, time and time again.”
“All right,” said Sarah. “I’m glad to hear you can see what’s what. I give you permission to go and see her now.”
“Well,” said Kevin, sitting up. “I was thinking maybe that would be a stupid idea. I mean, what’s she ever done but make me miserable?”
“Smart boy,” said Sarah, sitting down on the sofa beside him and giving him a friendly kiss.
“I’m getting hungry,” Kevin said with a smile. He slipped off the sofa and onto the floor. “Got anything to eat?”
“Sure,” said Sarah, slipping off her bikini bottoms and spreading her legs. “Dinner’s served.”
Satin to Satin
by Lord Malinov
Brian kneeled and pushing his face against the beige carpet, he peered into the darkness. Seeing nothing but the silhouettes of undefinables, he twisted over and reached his hand into the dusty realm beneath his old walnut dresser. Brian extracted a ball point pen and a sock and sneezed into the particulate cloud. He tossed the pen atop the dark wooden surface above and the sock into a pile of dirty clothes and reached back into the narrow abyss. His fingers touched a thin piece of metal and Brian smiled.
“There you are,” he said. Brian’s hand brushed another sock as he pulled out the key. “Thank you,” he said, eyeing the cut brass. He reached in again to retrieve the rogue sock. Instead he found a pair of dull pink satin panties.
Brian stood and fingered the soft fabric as he placed his spare apartment key on the dresser top. Memories stirred as he felt the delicate sheen of the flimsy undergarment.
“Stephanie’s,” he said, feeling the wash of dormant emotion. It had been one of the last nights she was over here, Brian thought, that she wore these. Images colored his thoughts. She had been wearing that faded green anchor splash t-shirt that she sometimes wore to cover her bathing suit en route to the pool. Brian sat down on the edge of his bed.
Holding the thin strips of crimped elastic at the right and left of the panties, Brian considered the triangular aft, still almost curved by the bottom they once held. He could still see the picture, as Stephanie leaned over to touch up her mascara, the pale green shirt drifting up as she bent closer. Brian had paused, mesmerized in the hug of soft pink over the round globes of her behind, delighting in the way the fabric clung to the deep valley between each cheek, the intimations of beauty as the cloth disappeared between her thighs.
Brian had sat on the bed, just this way, when Steph suddenly turned around, looking magnificent, casual in her intimacy, seductive in her smile and she lifted the shirt over her head. She had shaken her long yellow mane of hair free, and moving provocatively forward, she reached up to pull the streaming locks into a sultry pose. Her breasts, full and creamy white, jostled with a supple liquidity and Brian remembered the shudder of excitement that gripped him as her big dark nipples began to tighten. Stephanie laughed and jiggled her breasts with both hands, pushing the stiff nubs toward him.
“Bang, bang,” she had said, squeezing each soft tit in turn.
Stephanie had danced while he’d watched, enchanted by the vision, her hips rocking from side to side, her aqua blue eyes radiant with her sense of mischief, her hand laid over her tummy as she slowly turned around. Brian remembered the constant assaults of delight as he drank the heated visions of lifted breasts, lean legs, and Stephanie’s perpetually laughing smile.
Brian teased the pink satin as he remembered the stop, when Stephanie bent herself forward while she pressed her ass back and began to wiggle the panties down while he’d watched. The descent of her hands, hooked at the thin elastic sides, came slow and deliberate, inch by inch to reveal the lucent white of her perfectly untanned bottom, the valley deep and only achingly uncovered. Brian could almost see the swollen lips of her ruddy cunt, tickled with gold, swollen and damp.
Brian lifted the panties to his nose and deeply inhaled her lingering scent. A wash of lust poured over him, erecting his cock in a throbbing hard rush and Brian, panties still over his face, lay back on the bed and pushed down his shorts. The distinctive sharp musk of Stephanie’s aroma, the delicious lost taste of her dripping wet cunt, memories latent and never quite gone made Brian lurch as he touched his stiff cock.
Teasing his cheeks with the satin, drenched in faint smells, Brian wrapped his fingers around his trembling meat. He conjured the delicate folds of her flesh, flushed pink with desire, moist with a river of dew and he stroked his hard dick as he would have stroked her with his tongue, fast and hungry. Steph’s clit had shone almost white when he licked her, and she had eagerly pushed the madness of her pleasure against his lapping tongue. Brian teased the tickled underbelly of his prick with a familiar touch, remembering the soft pucker of her ass as she let his rogue finger slip down inside. She would arch her back as the fire grew hot and Brian’s tongue would drive wildly over her gushing wet cunt and Steph would ride the fingers in her asshole until she came in convulsions and giggles and screams.
Brian took the pink satin into his right hand and rubbed his hard prick with the slippery silk. Steph could suck him and fuck him and he remembered the night when she’d told him to spank her and he’d left faint handprints on her white ass, and the madness within her as he took her went ferocious and she begged him to take her and he pulled his dick free of her pussy and she leaned back on her haunches to press it against him and Steph had moaned low, almost a growl, when he’d pushed his way deeply into her sweet ass and the first clutching shudders of her bottom had driven him wild beyond wild and she’d put a quick finger against her hot clitty and in a sudden meltdown Stephanie began to come and come and forever come.
Brian remembered the ecstasy within her sweet ass and shot a streaming spurt of white lust over his belly and onto his chest and his breath fell short and his prick ached with the hard beating. He wiped his juice on her panties and sighed.
She had gone. Steph had drifted away in the few weeks coming after and Brian couldn’t help but wonder why as he had wondered a thousand times before. He stretched the damp panties onto the bed and knew he had never stopped loving her, but she’d drifted away, growing bored, growing restless. They’d hardly even fought. She just stopped responding.
Brian wiped his eyes with a dry corner of satin and threw the pink panties onto his dresser.
“I’d better shower,” he said, pushing his shorts past his feet. “Maybe I should stop by the mall before I pick Allison up. I wonder what size panties she wears.” Brian laughed, tickling himself with the lewd thoughts of new love.
Malinov’s Dozen is a new erotic story collection by the unseen Lord Malinov
by Lord Malinov
Karen grabbed the white plastic handle of the curling iron and carefully twisted a stretch of her auburn bangs around the hot metal cylinder. Waiting patiently for the curl to set, Karen leaned forward and smiled expectantly at her reflection. Standing in the narrow bathroom alone, Karen took especial joy in looking at herself in the mirror. Drawing close to the glass, she studied the golden flecks in her pale green eyes. In ways she could not articulate, the precious glimmers made Karen feel special.
Looking at her watch, Karen withdrew the iron and teased the bounce of pale red. “Perfect,” she said, lifting her hair deliberately away from her ears. Karen turned and looked at her profile, the sharp slope of her nose, the round blushing bulbs of her cheeks, the tight purse of her lips, the gentle cascade of her unnaturally curled reddish hair. She smiled broadly, pushing a few loose strands behind her naked ear. “I can’t wait,” she said, bubbling. Karen shook her head with a provocative, saucy grin and flicked off the light.
“I should put those away,” she said, grabbing the empty shopping bags off the bed. “I don’t want him thinking about money.” Crushing the thick paper against her chest, Karen shoved the mass into a wastepaper basket. A receipt fell slowly to the floor and Karen picked it up. “What a deal,” she said, laughing and shoving the yellow paper into the stuffed can.
Pulling a pair of black pumps from the closet, Karen sat down on the bed and holding them by the heels, she pulled the shoes onto her stockinged feet. Karen stood, an inch taller and leaning slightly forward, and looked at herself in the full mirror. “I am so happy with this blouse,” she said, smoothing the silky fabric over her breasts, reminding herself at the touch of the stiff lace teddy underneath. Karen’s nipples responded with a warm tingle. She turned and tugged at the black skirt. “I feel so sexy,” she cooed.
“I hope Ellen was right about the sapphires,” Karen said, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “They would just go perfect with this blouse.” Karen shivered, anticipating, and turned out the light.
Clicking with each step over the linoleum, Karen walked across the kitchen floor and opened the oven door to check on the veal. The aroma of spiced meat rolled gently through the room. Karen took a deep breath and smiled. “He’s in for quite a treat,” she said.
The telephone rang. Karen tossed her long hair to one side and placed the receiver to her ear.
“Hello,” she said, her voice almost singing the greeting.
“Did you get them?” Ellen asked.
“Brian’s not even home yet,” said Karen.
“You’ve got to let me know the minute he gives them to you,” Ellen said.
“Honey,” said Karen, “I’ll probably be a little busy when that happens.” She giggled, more nervous than excited.
“I know, I know,” said Ellen. “But don’t you dare wait. Did you put on the teddy?”
“Uh-huh,” said Karen, smiling and twirling the curled phone cord around her right hand.
“Well, he doesn’t stand a chance then?”
“He won’t even know what hit him.”
“Call me,” said Ellen, emphatically.
“I promise,” said Karen. “Now let me go. I want to make things perfect.”
Karen hung up the phone and went to the refrigerator to fetch the bottle of wine. Ellen worried her, showing so much interest in something that was just basically private. Karen turned the corkscrew in slowly. “Why did she have to be there?” asked Karen, twisting through the final turns.
“Look,” Ellen had said as they turned past the Clinique display. “Isn’t that Brian?” Karen looked up and focused her eyes on the young man leaning over the jewelry counter. The slump of her husband’s tall, lean figure over the glass case had been unmistakable and Karen immediately started to go to him. “Wait,” called Ellen.
“What?” asked Karen, freeing her sleeve from her friend’s anxious grasp.
“What if he’s buying a present?” Ellen hissed. Karen stopped. She watched as Brian smiled at the older man behind the counter.
“What’s he looking at?” Karen asked, whispering instinctively.
“Fine jewelry,” said Ellen. “Precious stones.” Karen’s faced bunched in a confused stare.
“Why … ?” she asked herself, trying to think. Their anniversary, the closest calendar gift holiday, was still six weeks away. Karen felt with the assurance of four years marriage that Brian would not be buying a present this far in advance. “Maybe he got a promotion,” she said, trying to imagine some reason.
“Maybe he’s just feeling frisky and wants to bribe you into bed,” said Ellen.
“He doesn’t have to bribe me,” said Karen, smiling at the thought.
“Yeah, but I wish Frank would bribe me anyway. Besides, why else do men buy us presents?”
Karen’s heart had sank at those words. A few weeks before, Brian had hired a new assistant at the office. He had mentioned her name, Debbie or Deedee or something, but he hadn’t said much else. Karen felt the onslaught of panic. Brian had never described the girl, never said she was old or fat or stupid. Brian had just mentioned her and forgot about it. Karen felt her face burn, flush with anxiety and fear.
“Wait here,” said Ellen. “I’m going to try and get closer to see what he’s buying.” Karen thought to stop her friend but couldn’t move, frozen in nervous wonder. Brian reached for his wallet and handed the clerk several bills. Karen bit her lip. It wasn’t like Brian to buy gifts for her. He had bought her flowers and things when they’d first met, but it had been ages since Brian spontaneously gave her something. Even then, it had never been jewelry. Karen felt a wave of despair. Except for her ring, he had never bought her jewelry.
“I think,” said Ellen in an excited, hushed tone, “I think he bought sapphire earrings. Not too big, but just beautiful. There may be diamonds in them, too, because I think I caught a sparkle but he was looking at the sapphires.”
Karen nodded uncommunicatively. Ellen took hold of Karen’s arm.
“You know what you should do,” said Ellen, “is buy yourself a really cute outfit that goes with the earrings, and then treat him really nice when he comes home, all dressed up and fancy. He thinks he’s giving you a surprise, but you start thanking him before he even gives it to you. It can’t lose. Let’s go upstairs and look for something blue.”
Karen poured herself a glass of wine. Even if he didn’t give her the earrings, she planned to make him wish that he had.
Touching the corner of her eye with a napkin, Karen turned around as Brian walked in.
“Wow,” he said, putting down his black briefcase.
“Hi, honey,” she said.
“Dinner smells delicious,” Brian said walking over to put his arms around his wife, “ and you look delicious.”
“Mmm,” Karen said, looking into his dark blue eyes, “I hope you’re hungry.” She pushed a lock of hair behind her ear as he smiled at her.
“Starved,” he said, reaching down to peek into the oven. “So what have you been up to?” he asked, getting himself a glass.
“I went shopping with Ellen,” Karen said.
“Looks as though you found some nice things,” Brian said.
“I’m glad you like,” Karen said, flirting with her eyes. “I like making you happy,” she said.
They sat down to eat. Karen smiled as Brian devoured the veal.
“I can’t believe this meal,” he said. “Thank you,” he said, his gratitude coursing through his voice.
“I wanted to do something for you, something special. You work so hard.”
“Not this hard,” he said, laughing. “You are just incredible.”
“How is work?” Karen asked nervously, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“It’s all right,” Brian said seriously, putting his napkin up on the table and leaning back. “Nothing much will change until we get the Sincoe contract out of the way.”
“What about your new assistant? Is she working out?”
“I guess. She’s doing her part. More than Jack’s been doing, anyway.” Brian laughed.
“Are you finished?” Karen asked.
“Yeah. That was just wonderful,” Brian said, rising.
“Go into the family room, then,” said Karen. “I’ll bring in some dessert.”
“Karen, you’re the greatest,” Brian said, rubbing his stomach and walking out the door.
Placing the blueberry tarts on a tray, Karen reached down and unzipped her black skirt. With a push, the linen slipped gently down her lean silk cased legs. Kicking the skirt up into her hand Karen laid it over the back of a chair. She unbuttoned the royal blue shirt and pulling it off her shoulders, she placed the new blouse over the folded skirt. Karen smiled wickedly as she pulled at the bottom of the deep blue teddy, and ran her fingers over her lace belly. She reached into the top and pulled her breasts upward, allowing the stiff blue crosswork to lift her creamy bosom high, delectably into view.
Lifting the tray above her shoulder, perched on her right hand, Karen sashayed into the family room, where Brian sat lazily.
“Tart?” she asked, placing the tray under his nose. Brian’s eyes opened wide, drinking deep gulps of the erotic vision she offered him.
“Wow,” said Brian, finally taking a pastry. Karen walked away, knowing his eyes were fixated on the creamy jiggle of her almost exposed behind. She took her tart and turned, watching him intently as she pushed her tongue out to lick the flaky crust.
“Mmm,” Karen said, taking a sensuous bite. “So good,” she said. Brian’s eyes flickered as they furiously gazed up and down his wife’s body. Karen licked her lips and put down the dessert.
“Wow,” said Brian.
“But you know what it needs,” Karen said, walking seductively over to her still prone husband, “is some cream.” Pushing her long hair behind an ear, Karen knelt between Brian’s thin legs. He smiled as she began to pull the zipper of his dark suit pants down the track. “This tart needs some cream on top,” she purred.
“Help yourself,” Brian said as he watched Karen pull his hardened prick out from the deep cloth chasm. Karen licked the damp tip of the staff she brought forth, and then with a smile pushed the thickness between her rosy lips. Brian groaned slightly as she let his cock descend into her moist mouth.
With the familiar licks of a dedicated lover, Karen teased Brian into a ready excitement, toyed with him as his eagerness mounted and wiggled her tongue knowingly as the first shudders of his release began to unleash. Brian poured his warm cream into her mouth, happily, joyfully, delightedly.
“Mmm,” said Karen, sitting back on the stiff carpet to smile and lick her tinted wet lips. “Thanks for dessert.”
“I can’t believe this,” Brian said, throwing himself back onto the chair in resignation. “You are so incredible. And I thought this would be just another dull evening.”
“Really?” asked Karen, a harsh bite in her tone. Brian looked up at the sound and saw her lower lip tremble. Karen pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and frowned sadly.
“Wait,” Brian said and went back into the kitchen, zipping his fly as he walked. “I bought you something,” he said. Karen smiled at once.
“I didn’t have time to wrap it or anything,” he said, pulling the small jewelry box from the red paper bag.
“That’s all right,” said Karen, jumping up from the floor. Brian handed her the box and she lifted the stiff hinged top. Two sapphire and diamond earrings sparkled against the satin background.
“Oh, honey,” she said, throwing her arms around him. “They’re beautiful.”
“I just thought,” he said. Karen’s hands shook as she tried to work the earrings free and then fumbled as she pushed them through the faint holes in each ear lobe. Karen dashed over to the mirror.
“Beautiful,” she said, teasing her hair and turning her head. Brian looked at her reflection and smiled. “I love you,” she said suddenly turning and kissing him.
“I love you, too.”
The couple cuddled on the sofa for an hour before the phone rang. Karen walked with light feet to pick up the receiver.
“Well?” asked Ellen.
“They’re gorgeous,” said Karen.
“Call me tomorrow,” said Ellen.
“Hm-hm,” said Karen, hanging up the phone.
Lying in bed, fingering the gems in her ears while Brian lightly snored beside her, Karen stared into the dark.
“Don’t be so stupid,” she said softly. “He gave them to me.” Karen turned over on her side. “He would have anyway.”
by Lord Malinov
The first time I met the woman, we were camping along the Shenandoah. I had gone on a lark, one of those sudden “what are you doing this weekend, why don’t you go camping with us” invitations. The leaves were just starting to change, and I quickly warmed to the idea of spending a few rustic days wandering over the Alleghenies.
The expedition proved to be a party of eight, united by general sense of boredom and a marked propensity for intoxication as a means of enlivening our too dull realities. I didn’t mind the crowd, although I really had been looking forward to something a little more Walden and a little less Jamboree. We had raging campfires with songs and cold beer. The forest nights chilled deeply, leaving a gleam of silver frost on the crackling leaves. I walked a dozen miles before I sat in the sunshine with my books and wrote, leaving the scouts to bicker over who was the true master of the cooking fire.
I believe someone told me her name was Sky, but I can’t really say I remember. I don’t think I made it up. Perhaps I did, one poetic moment, for there was a truth to the appellation. Her eyes held the clear blue of a cloudless summer noon, brilliant and piercing while calm. My heart still flutters to recall the stare of the woman, like standing atop a mountain peak ledge and daring to tempt the immensity of all nature. From the first, Sky stirred things deep inside me.
The camping trip had been a three day weekend, and I had really never noticed Sky until the second night when she sat beside me near the fire. A long day of drinking had let loose the uninhibited demons hidden within my friends, and several of them engaged themselves in a howling contest. Sky sat down and without a word, she put her hand on my arm and gently leaned against me. I watched the flames crackle through the logs, licking at the blackness with their fiery golden tongues.
She slipped into my tent that night, wordlessly, and we fucked in the pale shadows of a moonlit night until the first rays of dawn illuminated the last stares of adoration. We slept, wrapped together until the aroma of a roasted lunch finally roused our hunger. She wrote her number in my notebook. Back in town, I called her. Sky never returned my calls.
It had been about eight months since I broke up with Linda, a woman I had been with for three years. Despite the constant insistence of my friends that I get on with my life, I had spent those months pretty much alone, putting myself back together. Before Sky, I hadn’t felt much interest in finding a new woman. Suddenly, between her sweet thighs, it all came back to me. Hunger raged in my soul. One bite gave me an appetite.
An old friend of mine, Will, had called me up and asked me to do something that Saturday night. I had been ignoring him for a long time, caught up in my problems, and I felt a little guilty about that. Now, with my rapidly advancing interest in female companionship, I was eager to get out, anywhere but here, so I readily agreed and on Saturday night, I showed up at Will’s place. He has a nice place on the north side of town, a large condo which he paid someone to decorate for him. I gently fingered the tall peacock feather standing in the corner by the doorway as Will hung up my coat.
“You been seeing anyone?” he asked, closing the closet door and leading me down a step into a sunken living room.
“Nah, not really,” I said.
“You should have told me, Allen,” Will said, walking over to a short bar and pulling out some glasses. “I could have fixed you up with someone. I’ve know a few choice ladies I could push your way.”
“Thanks, Will,” I said, “but I’m doing fine.” I knew several of Will’s ladies and was justifiably wary of his offer.
“I tell you, Allen,” he said, handing me a drink, “you have to stop holding yourself so close. The first step is the hard one, but you just have to take it. Once you get your sea legs again, well, you’ll be like a fly on the honeys.” I smiled and took a drink.
“I’m doing all right. I met this one girl a few weeks ago when I went camping with some of the guys from Laurel.”
“Yeah?” said Will, sitting down on a stiff looking sofa. I took the pillowy chair nearby. “You’re back in the swing?”
“She was great. Pretty and wild with a great little ass.”
I don’t usually talk so crudely, but there is something about Will that brings it out of me. He takes so much pride in the girls he gets that he makes me feel competitive. I can’t stand him thinking that he’s doing so much better than me in dealing with women, mostly because I know he’s a bit too shallow to really do a woman well. I guess that’s why I had been avoiding him. Maybe Sky was the reason I was seeing him again.
Will leaned forward, his dark eyes blazing with interest. I fed the fire.
“She hardly said a word, just slipped into my tent and gave me the goods. Sweet tits, just firm and ripe. Beautiful woman, really hot. She called herself Sky.”
“Excellent,” said Will. The doorbell rang. I leaned back in the downy cushions, took a long drink and indulgently remembered Sky.
“Allen,” Will said, returning. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet. This is my girlfriend, Brenda.” I lurched myself out of the deep grip of the chair. “Brenda, this is my old friend Allen.”
If Will had more than a single drop of understanding, he would have seen the look of recognition on my face as I reached out to shake Sky’s hand.
“Glad to meet you,” she said, her voice silky and soft.
“Delighted,” I said, smiling as my heart raced, confused.
“I hope you don’t mind if Brenda joins us, Allen. I thought she was leaving town when I called you, but I didn’t think you’d mind meeting my lady. Maybe she has some friends she can introduce you to.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I said. “This is great.” Sky smiled, almost laughing. “So, how long you two been going out?”
“Not . . .” said Sky.
“Three months, now?” said Will.
“Hmm,” I said, “pretty serious for Will.”
“I tell you what,” said Will. “A good woman makes all the difference. Isn’t she incredible?”
“Stop,” said Sky, blushing and walking over to the bar.
“Beautiful woman, Will,” I said. “Does she have a sister?” Will laughed hard.
“Don’t I wish,” he said. “Could you imagine the fun I could have?”
I turned to look while she poured her drink. Sky wore a deep blue dress of silk that rode her lean body in smooth waves before it crashed short on her pale thighs. As lovely as she had seemed by the firelight, Sky looked twice as fantastic. Her bottom turned a loud curve beneath the smooth silk, jutting and firm. She grinned as she came back with her drink, her heavy tits jiggling with each step. Golden blonde hair cascaded in soft curls past her blushed cheeks, to drift carelessly over her slight azure shoulders.
We chatted awhile about nothing important for a time. I gazed longingly into Sky’s blue eyes every chance I could steal. The phone rang and Will excused himself to attend to the call.
“Sky,” I said, lovingly.
“Fancy meeting you here,” she said.
“You never returned my calls.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m like that. I should have warned you.”
“What’s up with Will?” I asked.
“Oh,” she said. “I’m like that, too.”
“What else are you like?”
“Stick around,” she said. “You might find out.”
Will returned from the kitchen. “That was Gary and Alice,” he said. “They’re going down to the Casalla for drinks, if we want to join them. You guys game for some dancing?”
“Sure,” I said, rising.
“Will, darling, I’m not really up to anything upbeat. What do you say we stay here, maybe watch a movie or something?” Sky took Will’s arm as she pleaded delicately, pressing buttons in Will I only recognized when I watched them being pushed.
“That’s fine with me, Brenda,” he said, reassuringly. “Allen?”
“Absolutely. I’d rather just hang out here myself.”
Another round of drinks were poured and Sky picked out a video, a movie I had never heard of. The film barely held my attention with that racy kind of excitement which is not really interesting, but is still compelling in it’s intensity. Will sat on the sofa. Sky sat beside him at first, but then settled onto the floor. I kept glancing at her legs, strong and slender, sometimes stretched out over the Persian rug, sometimes drawn up in an angle that let her skirt drift down her thigh.
When the film ended, Sky crawled over to the television and without a word, popped the tape and inserted another. Her silk dress clung wrinkled to her lifted bottom, teasing my imagination with the full gleam of her white thighs. I went to the bathroom and when I came back the lights were dim and Sky had resumed her place on the floor, sitting between Will’s knees. I nestled into my chair.
This movie was agonizingly dull, but I kept my eye on Sky. Finally, it happened. She slowly turned and looking up at Will with those enchanting blue eyes, she started to caress his cock through his black wool slacks. I stopped breathing, sitting motionless in my downy cocoon. Sky slowly began to draw the zipper down.
“Brenda,” whispered Will, “what about . . .?” A nod of his head gestured toward me.
“He’s asleep,” she said, slightly louder. I closed my eyes at once.
“You are so wild,” Will said, leaning back.
Sky unzipped his pants and with a toss of her hair, she pulled his cock out to meet her pursed lips. I gazed on, fascinated, through barely open lids, watching as he thick tongue glazed Will’s hardened stick. He moaned softly as Sky took his swollen head into her mouth. I felt my own prick grow restless, but I kept still, watching.
Slowly, she pressed his cock deeper and deeper, until the full length disappeared with each stroke. Kissing the glistening tip, Sky yanked his pants down his thighs until she had them off. A hand on his balls, her golden mane floated as she bobbed over his cock. Will reached over to push her hair from her face, showing me the puff of her cheek as she swallowed his stick.
I moved in the chair as my briefs grew too tight. Sky, still sucking with a fanatical rhythm, reached behind to pull her dress to her waist.
“Oh, yeah,” said Will.
Sky lifted her ass with an arch of her back, and then tugged at the powder-blue satin which embraced her round flesh. The panties bunched quickly as she pushed them down her thighs. Sky turned herself slowly around Will’s hard pole until I could see the wisps of soft curls and the swell of her cunt’s lips. She ground her hips hungrily, teasing me mad. Sky brought his cock out of her mouth.
“C’mon, Allen,” she said seductively, “don’t be shy.”
I looked at Will, cautiously.
“Do it,” he said as her delicate hand rubbed his hard cock. I don’t know if he meant her or me, but I didn’t wait for an explanation. Sky smiled at me, wantonly. I stripped off my pants in a flash and knelt behind her, eagerly driving my prick between her cunt lips.
“Mmm,” she said, Will’s cock in her mouth. I fucked her hard, seriously, savagely, pounding my prick in from behind. Sky took a short break from the sucking to moan, still rubbing Will with a flurry while she turned her cheek to the side.
She turned herself around so she rode Will’s hard staff and while she bounced her ass over the stiff sofa, she nuzzled my prick with sweet kisses and then paused in her fucking to suck me down. Sky took off on a rampage of sexual excess, eagerly pushing us into her, bouncing and flailing. I licked her honey-sweet pussy as she gushed out her rain. Sky turned and twisted and fucked our desires.
“I want you both to come in my face,” she insisted, sitting on the sofa with a prick in each hand. I stood on her left, rubbing my dick wildly; Will stood to her right, stroking his prong. Sky fondled her clit as she smiled and stared, her blue eyes gleaming like the clear sky after a summer downpour.
“Suck it Brenda,” Will groaned as he let loose his flood on her cheek, in her mouth as she giggled in delight.
“Drink it, Sky,” I insisted as I felt my lust lurch. She squeezed her breasts together as my torrent sprayed forth.
We fell back as the waves of release clouded our minds. I watched Sky indulgently as she writhed and shivered off the last tremors of her pleasure. She gathered her panties and pulled on her dress. I pulled myself off the chair and fumbled with my pants.
“Good night guys,” she said, blowing a kiss. “Call me.” The door closed.
Will looked up from the sofa, smiling in his weary satisfaction.
“Hey, Allen,” he said calmly. “What just happened here?”
“Will, old friend, I think we were taken for a ride.”
Project Seduction is a new erotic story collection by the riotous Lord Malinov