Her Convenience (Book1)

By Felicity Pickles

A young couple venture to the Cornish coast for a winter break, and during a moment of reckless abandon, decide to venture inside a seaside public toilet for a decidedly dirty adventure. Little do they know, they are being watched. This is the first part in the ‘Her’ series which documents the sexual awakening of the young woman Bethan.

Please note that this story is erotic in nature, and as such contains a number of scenes in which explicit depictions of sexual acts appear.

Novella length, +15,000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Felicity Pickles
• Release date: Feb 5, 2014

Felicity Pickles

Felicity Pickles is a young author of quirky, erotic fiction, hailing from a quaint leafy town in the southwest of England. Miss Pickles is a quiet, unassuming young woman who just so happens to have a head filled with the most sordid, kinky thoughts imaginable!Her first two books, 'Her Convenience' and 'Her Invitation' provide the perfect introduction to her style of erotica, a style that combines the most indulgently naughty prose with a fictional world filled with innocent charm.

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Her Convenience

By Felicity Pickles

Copyright © Felicity Pickles 2013

Cover illustration © Felicity Pickles 2013

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All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Please note that the following story contains explicit depictions of sexual acts. Please do not read any further if you think you may be offended by such material.

Other titles by Felicity Pickles:

Her Convenience

Her Invitation

Following titles available from Amazon:

Her Instruction

Her Submission

Her Slave

For news of up coming titles please visit:

www.felicitypickles.co.uk

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 1

The young couple walked hand in hand, huddled against the wind which whipped at their coats, and carried a cold drizzle. The narrow lane down to the small beach took them past a row of quaint, whitewashed cottages; their small, leaded windows pouring forth golden light, illuminating puddles in the wet tarmac, like pools of molten gold. The young woman’s chestnut-brown hair swept about her pale face and stuck to her forehead in a fine tracery of wet ringlets; her sweet laughter was carried on the wind and mingled with the sound of the waves crashing on the dark rocks far below.

She held the tall man close to her as they looked out across the troubled waters of the bay, from the tiny pebble beach; the sea, a brooding, black smudge against the darkening sky. The horizon suddenly flashed silver, as lightening ignited the clouds hanging heavily above the sea. A deep, resonant boom of thunder followed, sweeping out across the tumbling waves, as though a sea monster were bellowing its fury at the sky. The young woman shrieked as an icy rain suddenly fell from the sky, rattling the pebble beach about them. The man pointed up to an ugly concrete hut, perched on a small fishing wharf nearby, and soon they were stumbling beneath the tin roof which served as its meagre porch.

They laughed together as they held each other tightly and looked out from the dripping porch to the swirling mass of sea beyond. Another pearl of thunder rumbled in the distance, compressing the air above the hut and making the tin roof shudder. The man turned his head to regard the building under which they had taken shelter. Mixed in with the smell of the sea and the heavy scent of rain, was the pungent aroma of stale piss; a lopsided sign, hanging from a single rusty nail read, ‘Gents’.

Without taking her eyes from the crashing waves, the young woman’s dainty hand crept from her pocket and traced a slow path down to the man’s trousers. She took the zip between two fingers and slowly slid it down, before slipping her hand inside, like a burrowing animal. She smiled as she heard the man groan quietly into her ear, and soon her fingers began to fill with the swelling flesh held captive within. Her hand probed deeper still, until it was rewarded with the swollen mass of his pendulous balls; which she stroked and caressed in the tightening space of his underwear.

Her hand continued to stroke his growing penis until eventually she lifted her gaze from the beach, to look up into his dark, serious eyes. Her own eyes were a bright, emerald green, which seemed to sparkle like precious stones between the smudged outlines of her makeup. A wicked smile now crept up to the corners of her dark, crimson lips as she brought her lips to the man’s ear.

James? she whispered, her eyes seeking his, which continued to gaze out to the distant smudge between sea and sky.

Yes Claire? he replied, his voice deep and sensual, the slightest of frowns playing above his serious eyes.

I want the taste of your cock inside my mouth, she purred, close to his ear.

Claire, are you serious? James replied in a hushed tone, his eyes now travelling down to hers. You mean, here? He quickly turned his head, as though expecting to find someone there, but the beach, and the road down to it, was completely deserted. Claire withdrew her hand from the gaping hole in James’ brown corduroy trousers, and drew her tongue across her moist palm in a playful display that punctuated her intentions. She