Dirty Stories: Showing Skin
Erotic Tales
Published by E Z Lay at Smashwords
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2012 by E Z Lay
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Dirty Stories: Showing Skin
Erotic Tales
Comprises of the following five stories:
Quickie: with the Horny Hitchhiker!
by Lillian Snow
Sex Tourist: The Thai Temptress
by Will Banger
Quickie: with the Kinky Librarian!
by Lillian Snow
Quickie: with the Busty Babysitter!
by Lillian Snow
Lesbian Lover: Rachelle
by Will Banger
Chapter One - Quickie: with the Horny Hitchhiker!
By Lillian Snow
Laura faced a long, and boring drive through the countryside as she headed south to visit family for the holidays.
She found the radio annoying as it continuously played sappy love songs over and over, so she just turned off. Unfortunately, this left her with her thoughts and memories of her recently failed relationship with her ex-husband, John. They had been married for less than three years but she knew it had been doomed from the start. The passion that initially attracted them to each other faded quickly and they simply fell into the routine of having each other around.
And it was passion she wanted more of in her life, and since there was no more with John she made the painful decision of cancelling the whole thing. They separated only last month and filed the divorce paperwork. And despite being amicable it was still quite stressful.
The early morning sun gave an orange hew to the sky, and tinged the countless trees that strobe by her on both sides of the winding country road. There was very little traffic, which was why she purposely took this more scenic route to her parents house several states away. She did not mind peacefulness but having John around for so many years she found a lack of another person's presence daunting.
She had no one else in her life at the moment to fill the void. Neither she nor John were unfaithful to the other during their failing relationship. And having only just recently separated she had neither the time, nor the will to find someone.
What she really craved with someone to find her. A distraction of the momentary kind. She did not think she had the emotional toolkit to deal with anything too heavy.
“I just need a man,” she said to herself. She laughed at the absurdity of that declaration. She wasn't gonna find anyone at her parent's house, that was for certain. And she sure as hell didn't think anyone was waiting for her out here, in the middle of nowhere.
She peered up at the mountains, each covered with an apron of thick forest, that she slowly past by. “Nope,” she said. “Only thing out here are mountain men and Bigfoot. And both would be too smelly for my taste.”
As her mind wandered, she concentrated less on the road. At a particularly sharp turn, a figure suddenly appeared directly in front of her. A man, walking dangerously close to the edge of the road.
She yelped, and yanked at the wheel, swerving to avoid him. Her car fish tailed and she fought to control it. Pumping the brakes she managed to avoid flying off the road and into the trees. Always a cautious driver, she had not been travelling too fast and she skidded to a stop directly on the meridian facing the direction she had been coming from.
Her fingers were dug into the steering wheel and her hair was now in her face, which puffed out as she breathed heavily.
Is that what it's like to almost die?, she thought. She barked out a laugh, still in shock.
It was only after a few moments of recovering that she realized someone was running towards the car. The stupid guy!
Oh, I'm going to tear a strip out of him!, she thought as she released her vice like grip from the steering wheel, and pushed back her hair.
Her eyes widened in surprise as he got closer. Sweet Lord, she thought. This guy looks like one of those underwear models you see on bus shelter poster ads. What the heck was he doing way out here?
She found the wherewithal to roll down the window as he ran up to her driver's side door. His stunningly handsome face was only slightly marred by his expression of concern.
“What's an underwear model doing way out here?” she blurted. She put her hand to her mouth and she gasped at her own stupidity. “Was that my outside voice?”
He didn't seem to hear her, and said, “Are you all right? Are you hurt at all?” His voice was deep and husky. His light jacket emphasized his wide shoulders, and his jeans did little to hide his muscular thighs. For some bizarre reason his body reminded her of the trees all around, tall and strong.
Like a mountain man's!
“Yes,” she finally managed to say. “I think I'm alive.” She grinned up at him.
He sagged with relief, smiling for the first time, and she found his perfect teeth out did the brightness of the morning sun.
“Well, that's relief,” he said, placing his hands on the rolled down window. She could not help but notice they were large and strong looking.
She caught herself wondering just how gentle those strong hands could be, moving up and down her body.
“I am so sorry,” he said. “It was my fault. I didn't realize I was so close to the road, I was avoiding the mud and my mind wandered.”
“Oh, no, it was my fault,” she said. “I wasn't paying attention, my thoughts drifted...” and as she said that she realized her drifting thoughts had been about a much needed man to distract her from her troubles. She looked up at his handsome face, with its chiseled features and strong jaw. And I go ahead and nearly kill the only man for miles!
He was looking at her, smiling when she had a thunderous revelation.
“Hey,” she said sweetly. “Since I almost splattered you all over the road, the least I could do is offer you a ride.” She felt her face reddening as she spoke, trying not make it obvious what kind of ride she really had in mind.
He arched a brow, considering the offer. Finally, he said, “Where are you headed?”
“South. A long way south, actually.”
He frowned a little and she was momentarily mortified she would lose him. But again, he regarded her with that sexy arch of the eyebrow. “I'm actually heading east, and the turnoff road I'll be taking is only a couple of miles further up the road.” He shrugged as if to suggest he really didn't want to bother her any more.
Oh, he could bother her, alright.
She grinned. “I'll take you to the turn off. It might keep me from running you over again when I turn around.”
He laughed. “Okay. You win. Just let me grab my backpack.” He trotted away where he pack lay at the side of the road. He had obviously dropped it when she nearly hit him.
She watched the movement of his buttocks in his jeans as he moved.
Yum, yum, yum, she thought.
She turned the car around in a wide arch, to point back in the southerly direction she was original travelling. This time she didn't almost kill him.
She watched as he grabbed his backpack. Her heart was pounding excitedly in her chest. She looked at herself in the rear view mirror, and made a vain attempt at fixing her tussled hair. She locked eyes with herself.
Do you know what you are doing girl?
She grinned. Yes, I'm going to be doing him!
He came back, and thru his pack in the backseat. Then he sat down in the passenger side, closing the door. As he settled in, she sneaked a peak at his crotch.
Yup, she thought, he definitely has a penis. With that confirmed, she now had to find out if he knew how to use it.
He turned and smiled at her, offering his hand.
“I'm Andrew.”
She took it, and tried not to shiver with the electric touch of him.
“Laura.”
They shook.
Laura found she was unwilling to release is hand right away. But when he arched that brow again and added that cute smile, she relented. She pulled out on the road and drove, trying mightily to keep her eyes from staring at him.
They made very idle chit chat, of which none involved her getting naked, and him spanking her. She was just trying to work up the courage to make it happen. Yet, she got the distinct sense he was intrigued by her. Maybe even found her attractive.
It only took a few minutes but they arrived at his turnoff, and begrudgingly she pulled over. She placed the car in park.
They smiled nervously at one another.
“Well,” he said. “This is me. Thanks for the lift.”
He opened the door to get out.
Stop him! She thought.
“Hey, what's that over there,” she said pointing towards what looked like the entrance to an old dirt road that disappeared into the forest.
He paused and looked. “Looks like a switchback road,” he said. “Runaway truck use them in an emergency.”
“Wow. I've never seen one of those maybe I'll go down a little ways just to check out. Would be nice and private.” She looked at him meaningfully. “Care to come have an emergency with me?”
He paused with the door open slightly and one foot on the road. His eyebrows had raised in surprise making him look all the more adorable.
A second passed and then another, each feeling like years to Laura.
He chuckled slightly, then settled back in his seat and close the door. He then regarded her with a seductive smile. “That's a fantastic idea,” he said.
She laughed.
Hoping not to lose him in the moment, she quickly took the car out of park and steered it onto the switchback road.
She drove slowly down the gravel road while fully conscious of the glances he was giving her. The moment the highway seemed a safe distance out of view, she pulled over as far as she could and parked, again.
She turned the car off, and killed the power, too, and sat back.
They both grinned nervously at each other.
“Well,” Laura said. “What do we do now?”
Andrew made a show of looking around at their surroundings. “I dunno. Is this the spot you normally take the men you almost run over?”
She laughed, undid her seat belt, and moved over to him closing the distance. Placing a hand on his strong shoulder she whispered in his ear, “Yes, and I would like to suck your cock, as an apology.” To ensure he did not miss her meaning, she grabbed the bulge in his jeans. She was happy to note that it was already growing in size.
“Yes, ma'am!” he said, and leaned back to undo his belt. She helped him. When it was undone he eased his hips forward so she would have room.
She fished his dick out of its hiding place, it was firm and erect. She kissed the tip several times, feeling its throbbing heat in her hand. Gently, she started to lick its length, up and down from the base of his shaft to the swollen prick. Like a lollipop.
He gasped softly, putting one hand on the back of her head to guide her up and down movements.
He then reached down, found the release for the chair and angled it back some more, giving her more room to work on him properly.
With his knob glistening from her diligent licking, she then took his fat prick into her mouth, pushing it up to the back of her throat as far as it would go. Her lips firmly gripped his shaft as they moved closer to the base, her nose touched his stomach. Then she sucked at it, moving her head up and down all the way. She stroked him with her hand, following it with her lips.
He groaned.
For several long wonderful minutes she sucked his cock, until he reached a point she was certain he was going to shoot his load. The car filled with sound of her hard sucking, and hungry slurping.
Carefully, she slowed, not wanting him to be spent too soon. Kissing the tip of his prick on more time, she then looked up at him with a big smile.
She said, “Let's fuck.”
He smiled back, but offered that cute arching brow again. “It's a little crowded in here for that, don't you think?”
She sat up a little and said, “Well, you are a big boy. Let's take this party outside.”
And with that they jumped out of the car. Before he moved around towards he she pointed at him and commanded, “Strip Mister!”
He laughed, but did as he was told, stripping his clothes off, his hard on quivering with each motion.
She did the same, deftly peeling off all her clothing in under a minute. They threw their clothes into the car. The gravel felt cool under her feet.
Andrew walked quickly around to her side of the car, holding his stiff dick.
“I want you to fuck me this way,” she said, motioning for him to get in back of her.