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by CJ Cafiero
Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy/Romance
Description: Encounters is a compilation of twenty short stories, written by a typical Mom with an overactive imagination. These stories are a 10 minute escape to places we all would love to venture too, but never had the guts too. They consist of chance encounters between two adults who find each other sexually attractive. Two adults who act on the attraction, right there and then. The locations for these encounters vary from story to story and are places that represent excitement and risk. I'm sure you would agree that we have all had these thoughts at one point in our lives. Encounters will make you think twice the next time you're in the elevator, on a train, or even getting pulled over by a police officer. Let yourself go, into the world of fantasy with Encounters.
eBook Publisher: Club Lighthouse Publishing USA LLC/Club Lighthouse Publishing, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: May 2011
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [126 KB]
Reading time: 77-108 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
SHE WAS ON TOP of him, riding him with a ferocity that he had never known. Her tits bouncing as his hands reaching out to grab them. "BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!!!" What the fuck? he thought, just then realizing, this was a dream, it was time to wake up. As he showered, his dick was rock hard. The dreams of her were now more frequent. He decided today was the day he finally would say hi.
As the train pulled into the station, she was standing on the platform, her skirt slightly moving with the morning breeze. As his eyes moved up for his daily inspection, he could see her hard nipples through her blouse. Her body was toned and perfect. Every curve, every line, perfect. She was busily texting someone. Who the hell was she texting this early in the morning and why the hell was it not him? The crisp air let him know fall was on the way. It was one of the last few mornings he would be able to enjoy her beautiful body before coats and sweaters would hide his morning delight. He tried in vain to make eye contact with her. She did not lift her head a second from that "crack berry" and he was beginning to get pissed.
They entered their usual car. There were always seats in the morning. They were only the second stop and a seat was no problem. Today he sat across from her. Today he would make eye contact. He patiently waited for her to take a seat. He could not take his eyes off her, her beautiful blue eyes and her long brown hair. Her lips were full, perfect. Her cheeks were slightly blushed from the crispness of the air. Before he realized, she looked his way and said hi.
"Hey," he responded. "How are you?"
This was his in, finally! She had said hello first. It had been months and she had finally said hello! A conversation would follow. Normally, in the morning, there was very little chit chat. Most were burying their heads in the paper or catching up on an extra hour of sleep before reaching the City. They spoke low as to not annoy those around them. He found out she was working late tonight. Taking the 9:35pm out of Penn home. He decided he'd work late too. A quick little lie and the next thing he knew, he was meeting her at Penn Station on the way home.
The day seemed to last forever. He looked at his watch every five minutes. Could time stand still? Today he thought that was possible. As the day turned into night, he hung at Penn for fifteen minutes and waited for his track number. Track 17 tonight. He watched as others entered the train. Where was she? His head was moving left and right to catch any glimpse of her. Nothing, nada. Fuck, he thought, nice blow-off. Waiting until the last minute, he gave up and hopped on the train. It was basically empty, just some fat guy taking up at least two seats and already snoring before they even left the station. He went to the end of the aisle and sat down in disgust. He put his iPod on, laid his head back and closed his eyes.
As U2 blasted in his ears he could not help wonder where she was. What happened? Did she forget? Before any of those questions could be answered, a hand was on his leg.
Opening his eyes, he could see her sitting next to him, her hand slowly moving up his pants. She put her finger over his lips, just letting out a "sssshh". Her one hand was finding him under his pants, unzipping them to reveal his instant hard-on. She unbuckled his belt, snapped open his pants and slightly moved them down his hips. Her eyes never left his. Her hand was stroking his cock. He wanted to grab her, to feel her tits that seemed to be begging for someone to touch them. Her stroking became firmer, a bit faster. His dick was thick. It was pulsing. She leaned into him and kissed him. Her lips were soft and full. Her tongue was dancing with his as their kissing became deep and hard.
His thoughts were everywhere. He did not know where to grab first. His hands began to explore this beautiful woman in front of him. Finding her tits, he unbuttoned her blouse, taking her breasts in his hands and releasing them from her bra. He kissed and licked her neck, working his way down to her tits. With one hand he played with her nipple, while his mouth found the other as he started to suck, his tongue flicking slightly. She arched her back and let out a moan. He pulled her skirt up, feeling her toned thighs with his hands. So soft. So hot. Finding her panties he moved her thong with his fingers to feel her clit. She was wet, she was waiting. As he slid his fingers up and down her lips, he continued suck on her tit, slightly biting her as he let his two fingers delve deep into her pool. She was stroking now stronger on his rod, her fingers finding his balls, massaging them. His body was warm, blood flowing faster with every sensation. He spread her legs wider as she swung one over him. She sat on top of him, letting his hard throbbing cock slide inside her warmth of delight, her juices surrounding his shaft, her body moving slowly up and down on top of him. His hands grabbed her tight ass hard as she began to get quicker on top. With one hand on her ass, the other guiding her tit back into his mouth, she closed her eyes. Slowly her hair fell past her shoulders on to her back. His hips and pelvis were thrusting upward to feel himself deep. The two were now in unison as she slammed herself harder and harder, letting his dick feel her juices. Their breathing became heavier, more laboured. Faster and faster, harder and harder, the euphoria taking over his body. Sweat slightly was running down the sides of his face. He could not hold back his eruption any longer. As she pounded herself down on top of him one last time, her back arched, his hands grabbing and pinching her tits, she released her river as his body quivered with an explosion.
She buried her head in his neck, their breathing starting to slow. He could feel her soft hair on his chin. A quick close of his eyes and a deep breath was enough to intoxicate him with her beautiful scent. As she lifted her head, she kissed his lips. They quickly dressed and did not say a word until their stop. As the train doors opened, she exited in front of him, her beauty still shining in the night. She turned one last time, leaned in and kissed him. "See ya tomorrow," she said.
"Okay, yeah, see ya tomorrow." He could not find any other words.
See, it's hard to find something to say when faced with the fact that your dream actually came true....