Anonymous Encounters: Playing Around in Public: Anonymous Encounters

By Sage Reamen

Sometimes, a girl wants to have a little fun. Nothing serious. No commitment. Just a chance encounter with a gorgeous guy that turns into an unexpectedly good time. So what if he's some rich playboy, probably way out of my league? Like I'll ever see him again, anyway...

Besides, it was early in the morning. It's not like there was anyone else in the park to see us. Not that we made any effort to keep things discreet...

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My playboy peered up through his sandy blond locks, looking at me with mingled respect and annoyance. We stood close to each other on the bank sloping down from the street until our breathing had evened out and the burn started to subside.

“Well,” he said as he straightened up, eyeing me with a new wariness. “Looks like I owe you dinner. Or a drink. We never quite decided.”

He flashed me a bright smile, switching into all charm. My blood was moving fast from the run. I straightened and approached him, all cocksure swagger from my win, keeping my breathing in check as best I could. I wanted to enjoy my victory.

“I don’t care about either.” His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. I could tell he didn’t often strike out with women. But I had something entirely different in mind. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up toward the bathroom building by the lake, the only scant shelter from the street and park. He followed obediently, and when I turned back, I could see his eyes had been trained on my butt the whole time.

I grabbed the front of his slick, stretchy shirt and pulling him into a hot, hungry kiss. I had gone running right after prepping myself for the day, so I was all confidence in the little things like the smell of my hair and breath, knowing that the only taint was the natural sweat I’d worked up from the run. But even that could be exciting, I knew from past experience.

My playboy hesitated only a moment, then wrapped his hands around me and pressed into the kiss.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sage Reamen
• Release date: Aug 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502285164

Sage Reamen

Sage Reamen is a school teacher with a very naughty hobby. After a long day in the classroom, she uses her erotic stories and romances to live out her secret fantasies by night. Sage knows that fun sex is good sex, and she strives to inject humor and playfulness into steamy situations and red-hot lovemaking. For a walk on her wild side, check out her catalog to find a plethora of great books that will keep you up at night.

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Anonymous Encounters: Playing Around in Public

Anonymous Encounters

Sage Reamen

Published by Sage Reamen, 2014.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

ANONYMOUS ENCOUNTERS: PLAYING AROUND IN PUBLIC

First edition. August 16, 2014.

Copyright © 2014 Sage Reamen.

ISBN: 978-1502285164

Written by Sage Reamen.

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Anonymous Encounters: Playing Around in Public

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I strapped on my neon teal running shoes, tucked in my earbuds, and pranced out onto my porch. A light breeze and bright blue sky greeted me, and I inhaled the sweet air deeply. Any lingering resentment at the early-morning start was rapidly melting away under the invigorating sun and perfect seventy-five degree weather. I’d been pulling long shifts at the hospital lately, and it was always so hard to wake myself up to go running. But it was my favorite hobby, really my healthiest hobby, and so I’d been determined to get back into it.

The trick, I’d realized, was to trick myself into getting up by turning my alarm on full blast and putting it in a box across the room. By the time I managed to turn that thing off, I was awake and able to talk myself into just staying up. But a few more mornings like this one and maybe I wouldn’t have to trick myself, any more.

It helped that the trails near Ann Arbor were bright green and straight out of a nature special. I was so used to the dry, flat, minimalist beauty of Arizona, I almost felt like I was on a nature hike through a state park instead of running local trails to get back into my marathon training. I jogged to the parking lot by the park that led to the nearest trail, jamming out to some 80’s tunes while I warmed myself up. The beauty almost distracted me from the mild burn in my