I'd Rather Be Fucking: Compendium

By Alex England

Stories include - The Tourist, The Princess, The Daughter, The Window Cleaner, The Camper Van, The Farmer’s Wife, Beach Patrol, Flight 431 to Singapore, TATE Modern, The Writer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alex England
• Release date: Nov 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310819599

Alex England

I am based in the UK but I travel a lot so am never in one place for very long.I have a wealth of life to call on for my writing having lived in lots of countries, had lots of jobs, had many relationships, and have had too many interests for too many years!I love the outdoors which is a good thing for a writer who tends to spend a lot of time indoors. It is a good antidote, and a great source of inspiration.I am devoted to the erotic life, and don't see why every moment shouldn't be an erotic moment. So many people never fulfil their erotic potential. Such a shame.

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I’d Rather Be Fucking

Compendium

Volumes 1, 2 and 3

By Alex England

The Tourist

The Princess

The Daughter

The Window Cleaner

The Camper Van

The Farmer’s Wife

Beach Patrol

Flight 431 to Singapore

TATE Modern

The Writer

Text Copyright © Alex England

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Cover designed by Firefly

Other books by Alex England

I’d Rather Be Fuckin - Volume 1

I’d Rather Be Fucking – Volume 2

I’d Rather Be Fucking – Volume 3

Sarah and Jenny

The Sisters

Alex England Shorts - 10 Erotic Moments Volume 1

Alex Englad Shorts – 10 Erotic Moments Volume 2

Erotic Moments With Your Woman – A Guide For Men (and their women too)

Contact Alex England at [e-mail]

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Table of Contents

The Tourist

The Princess

The Daughter

The Window Cleaner

The Camper Van

The Farmer’s Wife

Beach Patrol

Flight 431 to Singapore

TATE Modern

Free story – I’d Rather Be Fucking – The Writer

Other titles from Alex England

Contact Alex

The Tourist

I saw her as the tour group came past. She was at the end, almost detached from it, wandering without really looking at anything. It was a hot day, still, a typical summer Rome day where everything is hot and you feel breathless just sitting down. Which was what I was doing, just next to the Temple of Vesta in the Forum. I’d done the Colosseum in the morning, had pizza for lunch, and had promised myself a gelato once I had ticked off the Forum in the afternoon. I rather fancied Melone and Limone, two of my favourites, cool and fresh, just perfect for the midday heat.

I was perched on a large boulder to the side of a little piazza. There was an old olive tree above me, offering the shade of its large outspread branches. The Forum was very busy, it was peak tourist season and there were groups everywhere being led by their flag waving leaders. Most had microphones fixed around their heads, which fed into earphones worn by their customers, so the place was fairly quiet despite the multitudes.

The group slowly made its way up the flight of steps which lead to the temple. Their leader was talking to them through their headphones so most had the glazed look of the information-overloaded. Their eyes darted back and forward, but their shoulders were slumped. It was too hot to be doing this. They were probably off a cruise ship so had a strict itinerary they had to stick to.

The woman drifted off the back of the group and sauntered over to the piazza where I was sitting. I was taking a swig from a bottle of iced water I had bought from a street vendor, but I got a good look at her. She was gorgeous. Very pretty face, long dark hair, slim but shapely body, and she was wearing a lovely summer dress which hugged her figure and billowed out around her knees. She was the sort of woman who skipped rather than walked, which gave the impression she didn’t weigh anything, that she was floating.

She floated over to a wooden bench and sat down. I watched her through my sunglasses. She raised one hand and wiped the back of it across her forehead.

Hot, I said.

She slowly turned her head and looked at me.

How’s the tour going? I said.

She remained for some moments just looking at me. I felt I was being examined.

Then she sat up straight.

I’d rather be fucking, she said. And still staring me in the eyes, she produced a small and well controlled smile.

I didn’t say anything. I just stared back at her.

It’s the heat, she said. And all these columns. She gesticulated with her arm at the surroundings. It has an effect on a girl.

Still I said nothing. I wasn’t quite sure how this conversation was supposed to go.

Oh well, she said, with a sigh. Another time perhaps? And she stood up.

I watched her as she turned and took a step away from me.

Wait, I heard my voice saying. She stopped and turned to face me again. We stood and stared at each other. The breeze blew her dress around her legs, and her hair across her face.

I took off my sunglasses.

She raised a hand and brushed her hair out of her eyes.

Kolbe Hotel, she said. Room 315.

Where’s that? I said.

She raised her arm and pointed. Over there. You can see the roof. Via di San Teodoro. There’s a path over there.

She came over to me and took my hand. Thank you, she said. And with that, she walked away, dropping the tourist headset on the ground. 10 minutes, she called back at me over her shoulder. I watched her skip away.

Kolbe Hotel was impressive. The sign indicated it was four star, and the notice at reception said ‘Charming luxury hotel just steps from the Roman Forum.’ I took the lift to the third floor, the luxury suites, and walked along the red carpeted corridor to Room 315. My heart was racing, it was either nerves or excitement, or both. I knocked gently.

The door opened slowly. The woman stood behind it, holding it half open. She leant on the door with a smile on her face.

I wasn’t sure you’d come, she said. She was still wearing the same dress, and she saw me look her up and down.

I haven’t showered yet, she said. I put my hand on the door and pushed it open. She stood back, and I walked in.

Don’t, I said. I took the door in my hand and pushed it shut behind me. It closed with a sigh and a click.

I need to freshen up, she said.

I took her hand in mine, and lifted it up to my face. I kissed the back of it very gently.

I prefer the smell and taste of you, not soap, I said. I pulled her towards me and kissed her on the mouth, a long, deep, wet passionate kiss. She pushed her hips into mine, and found my erection. She moaned.

When we both ran out of air she pulled away and immediately her hands went to my belt and started to undo it. She was breathing heavily and she had an urgency about her. She looked me in the eyes.

I need you in my mouth, she said. Then she lowered herself to her knees, at the same time opening my trousers and pulling them to the ground. She stopped for a moment to inspect the bulge in my underwear, she put her hand on my cock and squeezed it, then she pulled my boxers down and watched as my cock sprung forward. She gasped, and smiled up at me, then without any hesitation she opened her mouth and took my cock in, slowly and in one movement, until I was as far in as I could get. I heard her moan, a deep, accepting, wanting moan which told me she was a woman who needed cock and found great pleasure in it. She remained still for a few seconds, just feeling my hardness in her mouth, then she moved her head backwards and started to suck me gently as I went in and out of her. The feeling was sensational, wet and hot, and soon she started to use her tongue to lick around the head of my cock as she sucked.

I looked down. She was squatting on her haunches, with her dress pulled up over her knees, which afforded me a glimpse between her legs. She was wearing white lacy knickers, and because of her position they were pulled tight into her pussy. I could see no hair which meant she was probably shaved down there. I closed my eyes as her sucking motion caused an intensity of feeling in my cock, god it was good, so good, my cock was really throbbing now.

Then suddenly the feeling stopped. She let my cock slip out of her mouth and she sat back to look at it closely. She was smiling, and she ran her finger along the shaft and over the head and around the underside. She took my balls in her hand and squeezed. She squeezed hard. And harder still. My cock responded by throbbing even more, and standing more upright.

She looked up at me. Right now, she said, my pussy is wet and needs a fucking. Will you oblige? I smiled and nodded.

She stood up and wrapped her hand around my cock.

God that feels good. Hard and thick. Over here. I tried to move with her as she made for the bedroom, but I almost tripped. My trousers were still tangled around my feet. Oops! she said, laughing. Let’s get you undressed. And she stood there, undoing all my clothes and taking them off. She was still fully dressed. I tried to undo her dress at the back but she pushed my hand away. All in good time, she said.

She finally pulled my shirt off, and she stood back and looked me up and down. She smiled, and kissed me on the mouth. Then she kissed me on my nipples, biting each one just a little too hard, then she kissed me right down my stomach and ran her tongue down onto my cock. She took me in her mouth again, had a quick suck, and then stood up. She licked her lips.

You’ll do! she said. Now come and fuck me.

She was still holding my cock, and she made to lead me off like a dog on a lead when she stopped again.

But before we do…. she said. She dropped my cock, leant down, put her hands under her skirt, and unceremoniously pulled her knickers off. She stood up and held up her knickers like a trophy. They were wonderful. White, mostly lacy see-through material, with a full white cotton gusset that I knew had been snuggled