Sarah's Sexploits - Afternoon Delight: Sarah and Scott's sexual adventures continue

By K T Red

Feel the heat as Sarah's initially casual involvement with Scott intensifies, their passion for each other fast becoming insatiable. The lovers have an afternoon of hot, steamy sex planned but what happens exceeds either of their expectations. Teasing and tormenting each other with hands, mouths, bodies and toys, they push themselves to the limit, to the very edge of consciousness. Their sexual greed for each other is taken to new heights when emotions come into play. This time we learn a little of what hides beneath the surface - of Scott's unhappy marriage and of Sarah's haunting by her first love. Enjoy the intoxicating combination of spectacular sex and a rare glimpse into Sarah's softer, more vulnerable side.

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Jul 17, 2012
• ISBN: 9781781663202

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Chapter One

I am so glad that it’s Friday afternoon. The end of another working week and I intend to end the week with a fucking big bang!

I’ve got him for a whole afternoon. A whole, steamy afternoon of hot, filthy sex with hot, filthy, sexy Scott. All we’ve managed to grab so far are a few stolen moments - magical, explosive, unbelievable moments. But today we have a whole afternoon. My God, what I could do with him in an afternoon. My stomach tightens at the mere thought of him in my bed - and in me!

I know I have to end it with him - and sooner rather than later - but at the moment, there is still too much left to be done. I haven’t known such burning passion with a man since.....well, in a very long time. I suppose it’s nothing more than just a terminal case of forbidden fruit tasting sweeter even though sweet is not a word I would use to describe him. Sexy. Passionate. Hungry, angry even. Powerful. Primitive. Potent. But above all else he’s supremely masculine - he’s a real man. And what a man. Gorgeous brown eyes and slightly too long dark hair. Tall and slim but with a nicely muscular body - and a cock to fucking die for!

He’ll be here in about half an hour’s time, when his shift finishes. I almost drove through a red light on my way home I was that distracted thinking about him. I wonder if he’s as distracted as well. Is he thinking about me as he works his final hour? What disgusting, lurid thoughts are running through his mind as he tries to concentrate on his work? Is he getting as hard as I am moist? Is he jerking off because he can’t bear it any longer?

Just the thought of him, of his body - of his cock - is turning me on. I need a cold shower! Quickly stripping, I jump into the shower cubicle and switch the shower on. As the jets fire a cooling, sobering force of water on my body, the initial calming effect is replaced as steaming hot memories of a recent coupling we had in the rain surface. Oh dear God in heaven! How he pounded me mercilessly in the storm; the sensation of the rain hitting my sex as he fucked me hard.

I switch the shower off and wrap a towel around my body. I pad into my bedroom where I’ve already lit several small, scented candles despite it being daylight and the curtains being wide open. My bedroom isn’t overlooked so I let the towel fall to the floor and I take a good look at my body in the full length mirrored wardrobes. Although it’s not perfect by any means, I actually really like what Mother Nature’s given me to play with. I love the pleasure it gives me and other people. It’s a real woman’s body - with real curves. I’ve got tits and an ass. I look like a woman should look, not the modern ideal of straight up and down.

My breasts are firm and full without being my dominating feature. My stomach is virtually flat - but so it should be given the amount of Pilates and sit-ups I do! My bum is my favourite part of my body - not a trace of sagging yet, smooth and tight and round, just like I was when I was a teenager. And my legs are still toned and shapely even though I grudgingly wish they were a bit longer.

The most dreadfully explicit thoughts about Scott race around my head and my body starts to respond. I can feel my heart beating and the slow, steady growth of heat between my legs. I sit on the edge of my bed and slowly start to massage body lotion all over. Starting with my arms, I feel all along my shoulders and arms, down to my elbows, to my wrists and between each slender finger. My hands are small and dainty - and capable of giving so much pleasure.

Leaning forward, I move down to my legs, stroking my feet and calves. Smooth, lean and strong. Even the faded jagged scar which snakes across my knee appears sexy - a permanent reminder of a sporting injury from many years ago. Sadly, not all scars fade in time, even the invisible ones. I firmly massage my thighs, not daring to go too high or