Wet Spots: Quench Your Thirst

By Amora Hartt

Variety is what you will get, with ten short, erotic stories – some start off frosty and heat up to dripping temperatures while others surround themselves in slippery situations, gushing to the finish.
These short tales of sexual adventure take many watery forms, all wrapped up in something drenched and dripping. Take a little trip with fascinating characters on chance meetings or with partners looking for new opportunities to soak each other up in steamy sex – and of course, trickles of romance.

The Big Dipper: A late night rendezvous gone wrong put Ethan and Amy in an awkward situation but the anonymity of the night will make them brave.
Off Track: A fun adventure in the solitudes of nature doesn’t turn out the way Beth was expecting and now she has to rely on the grizzly mountain man to get her out of the trouble – or maybe into trouble.
Tap Out: The gym is the place she takes out all her frustrations – until the trainer presents some new challenges. She’s going to have to learn to fight dirty if she’s going to win.
Out of Bounds: A gutsy Ski Patrol, a heavy winter blizzard and a steamy surprising night in a rescue shelter adds to an exciting day on the slopes.
Surf’s Up: A lonely big kid on the beach meets a broken-hearted divorcee. Their love of the ocean is their common ground. Tensions rise like the tide and then the sparks fly. When it Rains, it Pours: Celebrating their twentieth anniversary takes Becky and Tom into the elements and out of their comfort zone. Sparks fly and even the rain can’t put out their fire.
Silent Partner: All she wanted was her bottle of wine and to be left alone in her super sized soaker tub, but when she gets caught eavesdropping, her relaxing bathtub becomes an adventure playground.
Shower Power: The sweaty fun on the beach leads two couples to the public showers and more drama than they were expecting.
Mud Slinging: Insults fly and tempers rise, but these two neighbours find a way to settle their differences and to cool their jets.
Going Solo: A freak hail storm and two complete strangers; one willing to bare it all and take all the risks, tempting the other out of their comfort zone – and into the wet zone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Street Press
• Release date: Nov 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9780992552992

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WET SPOTS:

Quench Your Thirst

AMORA HARTT

THIS EDITION

© Copyright 2014 Amora Hartt

Published by Tenth Street Press 2014

Cover design by Axel for Tenth Street Press

ISBN-10: 0-9925529-9-0

ISBN-13: 978-0-9925529-9-2

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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CONTENTS

The Big Dipper

Off Track

Tap Out

Out of Bounds

When it Rains it Pours

Surfs’ Up

Silent Partner

Shower Power

Going Solo

Mud Slinging

The Big Dipper

In the thick velvet of the moonless night, he is a snake moving his body smoothly through the water. The air is still warm and humid although the sun has set hours ago. The water breaks at his square chin. He lets the cool water wet his lips and face. When he gets to the wharf he rests his head on his arms, the wooden planks are dry and warm still and he lets his body bob in the calm water. The party noises from the anchored houseboats in the distance bounce off the water. He closes his eyes and sends his mind to an inner zone, far off in the shadows. The soft flutter of water moves around him, cool soft hands wrap around his chest, hot wet lips leave kisses on his neck and shoulders.

I’m so happy you’re here, she whispers in his ear and then catches his ear lobe in her teeth. He can feel her hot tongue. He pushes away from the wharf to try and turn around, but she clings to him, her naked breasts press into his shoulder blades and she laughs. I thought you might still be mad at me. She squeezes him tighter kissing his neck again, but rougher this time. I didn’t mean to disappoint you.

He pulls her hands away from his chest and turns to face her. Oh my god! She frantically splashes away from him. I thought you… fuck! I thought you were… Her face flushes violently, her short dark hair clinging to her cheeks. Tears wet her hazel eyes.

It’s okay, it’s okay. He slides through the water towards her.

No. No, I thought you were someone else. Fuck! I’m sorry, really. She kicks hard putting some distance between them.

Of course, you thought I was someone else – it’s okay. No harm done. He smiles at her and he can see some of the tension ease from her face. You’re on the Fetterly’s boat aren’t you?

The younger woman nods her head. How did you know?

You just arrived today, I saw you board with your man.

I thought you were him. It’s so dark and he is… She points to her head.

Bald, yes, I noticed that too. He lifts his body further out of the water and then sinks down to his chin again. I can see how you made the mistake, it’s very dark tonight and from behind it would be hard to tell. I’m not upset, to be honest. I’m flattered and intrigued.

I’m so embarrassed. She dances effortlessly through the water, it is second nature to her, she doesn’t swim away, but instead circles around him, a water sprite twisting and rolling through the water. The night air is plush and luxurious; it caresses her, while he treads water watching her.

What are you embarrassed about, Amy? He flashes a smile and winks at her. She looks away surprised to hear her name. You put yourself out there and you took a chance, that’s nothing to be embarrassed about. He swims back towards the wharf following her. He sees her body come close to the surface, her back has bikini tans lines. He gets closer and she turns and swims on her side, he can see her bare firm pale breasts sway under the surface of the water.

Maybe, she replies. What’s your name? she asks, biting her lip to keep from smiling at the older man. She knows he is older, she remembers seeing him on a neighbouring boat, but it’s difficult to tell how much older. His shoulders and back are muscular, and his head is clean-shaven, to hide any telltale signs of grey or receding hairline. He grins like a cocky mischievous young boy.

Ethan, he answers, wondering he’s given up some of his power by telling her his name. No ‘Maybe,’ Amy, you come here and swim naked and free… that’s taking a chance. So what are you chancing, Amy? That he will meet you here?

Maybe. With a few easy strokes she is at the wharf again hanging onto the corner, watching Ethan swim to the other corner of the wharf. What do you want from me? She has to bite her lip again.

Nothing you aren’t willing to give. Ethan takes a chance and stretches out his long arm along the surface of the water and offers her his hand, she hesitates, but only for a second. His hand is hot and rough. He pulls her gently towards him, but he feels tension, resistance from her hand like she is trying to pull away, so he stops. She must come willingly. Don’t be afraid. Come here. His voice rumbles low and demanding, warming her and sending a rush of excitement through her. Her body pulses and throbs. She wants to be touched, wants to be touched by him.

Carpe diem. Still hanging onto the wharf with one hand, Ethan pulls her gently towards him, there is no resistance this time, his face is flushing and his heart is pounding. You’re stunning. He pulls himself up against the wharf, his back rubs the rough wood, they are both entwined in shadows. He feels her soft hands on his chest and shoulders. He blinks hard in the darkness, like it’s all a dream that he will wake from soon, but she is still there, beautiful and willing. He leans close and rubs his cheek and chin on her shoulder, neck and cheek. He wraps his free arm around the curve of her back and pulls her close, her breasts push harder into his chest with every breath. He straightens his back and looks at her, afraid to let go in case she disappears. Can I kiss you? Please tell me I can kiss you? he whispers, pleading.

Say my name, I like it when you say my name.

Amy, and before the last of her name left his lips, her hot wet lips find his, harsh and urgent at first, then more sure and curious. Amy, he manages again, his free hand found the curve of her ass and cinches her hips up to his. He wants her to know the effect she is having on him. She feels his hard penis lying tight against his belly. Her nervousness is overcome with the need to please him, she tilts her pelvis and rubs up against him, releasing a primal growl from somewhere deep in his gut. He kisses her deeply, sending his tongue to her lips, his hand travelling up her spine and neck to a handful of curly dark hair. He releases her lips and pulls back her head, attacking her neck and ear. Amy, he growls in her ear, she chirps her response, one hand kneading his neck, the other clinging onto his shoulder for dear life.

He needs a different strategy, he needs two hands. He spins her around and switches spots with her. The water swishes around them, caressing and cooling them. He leans her back against the wharf, she hooks both elbows onto the deck of the wharf, her body an open book. If he stands on his tiptoes then he can barely touch the sandy lake bottom.

Now what will you do with me? Her breasts bob on the surface and he’s a starving man set before a feast. All at once two warm strong arms envelope her, her head rushes with light and all she can do is let herself go crazy. One hand caresses her ass and thighs and the other hand finds her breast, cupping, pointing her hard puckered nipple to his mouth. She squeaks with anticipation and he doesn’t hesitate, taking the entire bud with his lips, his tongue flickers over the tip slowly at first. Faster and faster, her chirps encourage him and he feels the rush of power, controlling her pleasure with every touch. When he stops for a split second to switch his attack to her other breast, he can feel her humming. His other hand finds her other nipple which he fine-tunes between his thumb and forefinger. She feels her song rocking her, her crescendo building.

Amy lets go of the wharf with one hand and Ethan grabs hold of the wharf with one hand, his other hand still playing with his new toy, he likes how the curve of her pale breast feels in his hand and how it responses to his touch. He kisses her hard again and she answers back, equaling his efforts.

Can I touch you, Ethan? she asks as she glides a nervous hand down his chest. He guides her hand down his firm belly to his hard-on. Her fingertips flutter over its firm ridges, getting the lay of the land and feeling it swell and twitch is sending ripples through her legs to her toes. In the darkness she can make out the curve of his jaw and his clenching teeth and she likes it, so she leans in exploring his lips with her own. She adjusts the angle of her hand and takes his full length in her palm, moving up and down tightening her grip, she slides her hand all the way to the tip and back down to the base, all the while mirroring the same motion with her tongue, sliding in and out of his mouth. She can feel his body fighting for control. He is losing. She is winning and she likes winning. Ethan, you’re so hard… mmm, so hard, she hums still kissing his lips, her hand moves faster.

He lets go of her nipple and caresses her hips until he feels silky curls and slippery folds. He slips a finger along her crease and stops when he finds his prize, she whimpers in his ear and he whispers back, You’re hard too. Open your eyes, Amy. Do you like it? She looks at him, her eyes glazed with passion. She is afraid to speak, afraid what might come out of her mouth. All she can do is nod her head and bite her lip. "Then you