Sarah's Sexploits - Saturday: Sarah and her handsome Frenchman Emil escape the city.

By K T Red

Emil's seaside hideaway gives our lovers the chance for some extremely naughty (and noisy!) sex. Barriers are lowered even further and they each open up a little more about their past. Sarah learns of a tragic accident in Emil's past which has kept him from becoming emotionally involved with a woman - until he met the one woman he knew would understand and love him anyway. Sexy fun in the sea and confessions about their deepest sexual desires and fantasies take them both on a voyage on self discovery, Emil's desire for her pushing Sarah to the edge of her tolerance - and beyond! And that's only Saturday!

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Jul 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781782342168

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Chapter One

Are we nearly there yet? I ask in a very childish voice.

Emil chuckles. What was that you said a few days ago about patience being a virtue?

I swivel in the passenger seat to look at him. He looks like a movie star, driving his sports car with the roof down and his sunglasses on. I fight the temptation to reach over and kiss him - not wise when he’s driving along some very narrow and winding lanes.

You weren’t exactly patient the past few nights. He hasn’t left my bed for three nights now apart from collecting a few things for this weekend.

He smirks at me. And you were not exactly virtuous!

And whose fault is that, you thoroughly rampant man! I grab his hand off the gearstick, giving it a quick kiss. So, are we nearly there yet?

He rests his hand on my leg. If you are going to behave like a petulant child, I will look forward to putting you over my knee!

I lean over and put a hand on his groin, giving him a quick pat. Not as much as I will, Emil.

Sarah! Now you behave yourself! He slaps my hand away, laughing. You are nothing but trouble. Just you wait until I get my hands on you, you wicked child!

I cross my hands neatly on my lap, pouting. I need a wee!

Would you like me to pull the car over so that you can pee behind a bush?

Only if you come with me. I’ll make it worth your while..... I groan at him.

Mon Dieu, Sarah! You have ruthlessly exhausted me over the past three nights. This drive is my very much needed recovery time, you minx! He’s shaking his head and grinning. There’s nothing more attractive than a sexually satisfied man - unless it’s a sexually satisfied woman.

I sigh. Okay, I’ll be good. So, come on then. Tell me about this hideaway of yours.

Oh, Peach, you will love it there just as much as I do - I know it. It is only a small chalet but it is very nice and cosy. He turns briefly and wiggles his eyebrows. Just big enough for two. No neighbours for miles and just a short walk from the beach. It is where I go to hide from the world, to escape, if you like. It is a special place and you being there will make it more so.

I haven’t packed many clothes.

You will not be wearing many clothes, my beautiful girl! he laughs, his hand patting my thigh.

Oh, that’s good to hear. I was rather hoping you’d say that. This weekend is going to be so much fun - and absolutely filthy if I have anything to do with it.

We drive in a very easy, comfortable silence for a few miles. I love this little car of his. The engine almost purrs and Emil’s a very good driver - confident and fast but not aggressive, a bit like he is in bed. He’s careful too, rarely taking his eyes off the road. The wind blows my hair back off my face as I raise it to the sun. Someone up there is smiling down on us with this glorious, warm summer sunshine.

Tell me what you are thinking, Peach.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Oh, Emil. I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy. Thank you.

He grabs my hand and kisses it, keeping it under his as he drives. And you know that it is the same for me. You are quite the most infuriating, maddening and wonderful animal. You are the sun in my sky, Sarah. It is I who thanks you.

If any other man had said those words, I would cringe or burst out laughing. But I know that Emil means every single word. Sometimes he gets a look in his eyes when he thinks I’m not watching - a sadness that’s only there for a split second and then it’s gone again. I will ask him one day but it’s not time for that yet.

Oh, Emil - you old romantic you!

He tuts. Less of the old! I may be a few years older than you but there is plenty of the joie de la vie left in me yet - as you well know! And then it suddenly dawns on me that I don’t actually know how old he is or when his birthday is. As I open my mouth to speak, he beats me to it. I am forty two. Nine years is nothing. We are perfect for each other, do you not think, you thirty three year old sexual whirlwind!

I can only shake my head in amazement and laugh. I have no idea how he does