A Little Too Hot: Collected Tales of W M James

By W M James

"He whispers into her ear, telling her how beautiful she is. Her heart leaps across the tick of the clock. His tongue delights in the softness of her earlobe; finds the delicate hollow behind her ear. The tips of his fingers describe small circles at the base of her neck. His other hand traverses her shoulder, alighting on her exposed collarbone. His scent is fresh, masculine. Eyes still shut, she can picture him, picture this scene as if it is happening to someone else."

Welcome to the steamy world of W M James. This volume gathers five short stories, an extract from the forthcoming novella The Girl in the Swan, and the complete, bittersweet tale of secret, forbidden love: Most Personal Tutor. Please make sure you do not already own these titles before purchasing this box-set: "Tryst", "Party of Four", "Don't Eat Candy in the Library!", "Hard at Work", Most Personal Tutor, "She Goes to Town".

• Language: English
• Publisher: W M James
• Release date: Nov 25, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311856197

W M James

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A Little Too Hot

Collected Tales of W M James

Copyright 2015 W M James

Published by Fairly Fluffacious Fiction at Smashwords

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All characters depicted in this work are over 18 years of age.

Contents

Hard at Work

She Goes to Town

The Girl in the Shower

Party of Four

Tryst

Don't Eat Candy in the Library!

Most Personal Tutor

Fantasy

Kiss

Dishes

Guitars

News

Blankets

Spring

About the author

Hard at Work

Last week, a surprising thing happened at work. I was just standing there in the kitchen, finishing my coffee, when she walked in. I say 'walked', but really it was more like she sailed in, like a ship. I'm thinking of a pirate ship or one of these things from the myths. There was one in a story that had these black sails, like ravens' wings or was it the Angel of Death? I forget. I get mixed up about all these old stories. Thing is, she had this Gothic look about her. I'm not talking about the teenage Goth phase that a lot of them go through. There was no black lipstick or any of that crap. What I mean is, she looked like she could be in a vampire movie. She had long, straight, dark hair and pale, smooth skin. Her eyes were as dark as pits, and she had these high cheekbones that emphasised her full, red lips. When I first saw her, she was in this long, black coat that went nearly all the way to her feet. I remember my last puddle of cooling coffee rippling in the bottom of the mug because my hand was shaking so much. Her heels clipped on the hard Lino floor of the kitchen.

'This is the kitchen,' I said, obviously determined to identify myself as the local idiot. I literally couldn't stop shaking.

She stopped and looked at me. It felt like those big eyes drilled right through me. When she spoke, she even had an Eastern European accent. That practically convinced me she was out of a vampire movie.

'You are Ron?'

She was breathtaking. I don't think I realised that at first. First, I had to get over the shock of how striking and unusual she looked. Then, I worked out that she was a stunningly beautiful woman. I decided to put my mug down before I ended up spilling the remains of the coffee all over me. If she was a vampire, I couldn't decide if I wanted her to bite me or just suck me.

'Albert said you would show me around,' she said, not waiting for me to get my tongue around a reply. It was just as well: words were stubbornly hiding somewhere deep inside my head.

'I... ah...' I said, trying my hardest for witty eloquence.

It didn't seem to matter that I had nothing to say. She unbuttoned her long coat, long fingers smoothly dancing around the hoops. Under the coat... I tell you, the body on this girl was just beyond belief! She peeled it off her shoulders, graceful and confident and completely uninterested in the fact that I was staring. Under the coat, she wore a tight, tight, short grey dress. And, when I say tight, I mean tight. There was not an inch of her out of place. Not my first thought, but one of the first thoughts that came to mind was: imagine the work that must go into keeping a body like that. But it wasn't just work: just like her face, her body was obviously blessed by incredible genes. She was lean and tight and slim but firmly curvaceous at the same time. Her hips and thighs curved with lean muscle, but her stomach was flat. Her tits were big, but not excessively big, pleasingly rounded yet pert. Her waist nipped inwards under her ribs, as if she was wearing a corset: but the dress was so tight I could easily see she wasn't. Smoothly curved lower legs tapered down to feet in a pair of matt black court shoes with just the right amount of heel.

I'm no teenager. It's a long time since the sight of a fully dressed hot girl was enough to stir my dick. But I had a semi before she finished draping her coat over the back of the chair. I can't begin to tell you how much I wanted to plunge my dick into this girl. I didn't know who she was, where she had come from, or what she was doing there - and I didn't care in the slightest. All I knew was that I needed to fuck her more than I had ever needed anything in my life.

'Pavlina,' she said, out of nowhere. 'Albert's new line manager.'

Meaning, my boss's boss. Even that little nugget wasn't enough of a splash of cold water to tame my rising beast. My rebellious brain was already picturing her stretched out across that table, arms spread out to the sides, legs up round my waist, mouth open and panting. Further swelling was underway down below. I was convinced it would be visible by now, should she care to take a look, but what exactly do you do in that situation? You're already standing there, fully exposed, as it were. You can't turn round and talk to her over your shoulder. You can't hurry to sit at the table. You can't grab a file to hold casually in front of your crotch in a Totally Natural Pose. You're there; it's there; and that's that. What are you going to do?

I let my hands drop and casually clasped them in front of me. Yes, I did. I even cringed as I did it, but I was committed. Ugh, I'm going red again remembering what an idiot I was. I could tell from Pavlina's smile that she was amused by my discomfort. Her eyebrow raised a little. I wasn't sure if it was a signal that she knew full well that I was hopelessly trying to hide an erection that I had really just drawn attention to.

'Right,' I said at last. 'They told me you were coming in today. I just didn't expect...'

Why do words come out of your mouth before you get the chance to check the rest of the sentence? I'd been going to say 'I didn't expect you to be such a hottie.' How lame and inappropriate is that?

Pavlina turned her head slightly, regarding me with a curious, side-on gaze.

'A woman?' she offered.

'No, no, not that,' I pleaded, hands coming up as if I was surrendering. Great. All I needed was the big boss thinking I was some unreformed sexist dinosaur.

Of course, we all remember what my hands had been doing up to this point. With them held out, palms forward, there was no longer anything covering my immodest erection. Pavlina let her eyes wander slowly downward, deliberately taking her time, making me watch the process through long, torturous moments. She stood there for what felt like roughly forever. A slow smile spread across her lips, but there was a vicious, predatory look in those dark eyes of hers.

And then she said the words that changed everything.

'You were supposed to show me the factory,' she repeated in a deep purr. 'But it looks like there's something else you'd rather show me first.'

'I...ah...' I stammered, returning to my earlier level of wit and eloquence.

'The coffee machine,' she said with a wickedly arched eyebrow. 'I wouldn't want to disturb your break. We can share a coffee before the tour. Come: show me how to operate it.'

My face was flushed a deep red and I was close to the point of breaking sweat.

'Right!' I agreed. 'Coffee. Right.'

As I turned towards the machine, Pavlina's heels click-click-clicked across the intervening gap until she was all the way inside my personal space.

'Did you think I was going to say something else?' she asked, her tone light and teasing.

I was totally out of my depth.

She was so close that one of her tits made faint contact with my arm. I twitched out of the way at once, terrified that she'd think I had done it on purpose. I wasn't expecting what happened next. She giggled. It was a horrifying sound in the circumstances. I felt like a mouse being played with by a particularly cruel cat.

'Perhaps you thought I was going to ask you to show me what you were hiding in your trousers.'

I think steam probably came out of my ears then. I probably made a noise like an old steam train's whistle, too. I mean, what do you say to that?

'You are funny, Ron,' she murmured, leaning in close, letting her tits press against my arm again. 'I'm going to enjoy having you under me.'

Her hand alighted on the small of my back. It was just a casual touch, a friendly affirmation, the kind of thing you do all the time among friends. But with her it felt like doom. I think I watch too many old monster movies. There are these old B-movies where the mummy/zombie/vampire only needs to touch a person and that spells doom. It was like that with Pavlina. Considering how my body was reacting to her from across the room, I instinctively knew that the lightest touch from her would be fateful. I would be completely in her power.

I reached for the coffee machine, asking over my shoulder, 'How do you take it?'

Her hand moved down from the small of my back to my butt cheek.

'I take it every way.'

It was past the point where I could let a comment like that just slide. I found myself turning to face her. Her face was turned up to mine, eyes closing, mouth open. I kissed her, and she responded enthusiastically. I must still have been stuck in my vampire daydream, because for a moment I was surprised how warm her lips were. And then I just got carried along by the moment and all the stuff from before crumpled into nothing. Pavlina's hand squeezed my buttock painfully. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. She kissed with a sudden and terrifying passion. Fuck; I thought she was going to devour me.

And I didn't care.

Her thighs pressed against mine. My erection raged, trapped in my trousers.

My hands couldn't get enough of her body. I ran my palms up and down her slim back, marvelling at the way her taut erector muscles dipped inwards towards her spine, fascinated by the sweeping curve of her hips. I had never touched a woman who had a body like this.

'Ron,' she said sweetly, between kisses.

'Ah... yes?'

'Get down on your knees.' Her voice acquired a sudden stiffness.

I admit I was shaking as I knelt, my back against the cupboard. Pavlina took hold of my head with both hands and pulled me to her smooth, white thigh. Her skin was taut like marble. I couldn't tell if she ever needed to shave or wax, her legs were so smooth. My lips found their way to her skin without further invitation. Such incredible legs! Firm and graceful, athletic and feminine, warm and lustrous. I ran my hands up the backs of her calves, thrilled with the elegant, sexy curves.

'Use your tongue,' she commanded.

I ran my tongue up the front of her thigh, hearing her sigh with approval. Her hands closed in my hair, making strong little fists. She pulled my face around, so that I was licking her inner thigh. The heat was amazing. For skin that looked as cool as snow, it generated a furnace of arousal.

Pavlina removed one of her hands and used it to pull the skirt of her dress up, exposing a neat triangle of red lace. With her other hand, she buried my face in her lacy panties. I nuzzled her, growling deep in my throat, letting the vibration transfer through the thin fabric. She pushed her hips forward thrusting her mound against me. I opened my mouth around it, excited by her state of arousal. Even through the lace, I could feel how hot and swollen her cunt was. She was trembling with need. My dick was jammed inside my trousers, fit to burst. All I could think was: please let me fuck this Gothic fucking nightmare.

I worked my jaw from side to side, flattening my tongue against the lace of her underwear, feeling the swollen curves of her cunt flare outwards on either side. My hands caressed the backs of her thighs, pulling her even closer. Her fingers kept playing in my hair, curling and tugging painfully. I had a vague fear she was going to bury my face in her and suffocate me with her cunt. It was a fate I almost welcomed.

'What if somebody comes in?' I gasped.

Pavlina pulled my face in towards her again. With her other hand, she moved the lace out of the way, so that I could lick her directly.

'Then you are fired,' she purred.

I stroked her labia with my flattened tongue, holding onto her bare buttocks with my hands. She groaned with every stroke, not even trying to be quiet. Fuck, I thought: somebody is bound to hear her. But I couldn't stop. Her taste was intoxicating. Her bare pussy was neat and trim but bulging with arousal. Pink inner lips shone with a heat like fire. I let the tip of my tongue delve in, slipping between her lips almost coyly. Even with the first pass, I could tell how engorged her clit was. Pavlina's hips swayed to a secret tune, rhythmic fluidity that reminded me of salsa. Her fingers in my hair clenched and clenched again. My tongue swept along her slit, drawing a loud moan from her. I licked again, slow and deliberate, savouring the heat and the delicious sweetness. Her cunt was like an exotic fruit, a perilously expensive dessert. Her nails curled inwards on my scalp, digging into me with each stroke. I liked the pain: it shot through my body all the way to my tense cock, rippling along it like a shock. I took her reactions as encouragement and continued licking. I spent a moment on one of her outer lips, kissing it gently, then taking a fold into my mouth to suck on it. Then I moved across to the other, giving it the same treatment. I could sense that she wanted me to go faster, to delve deeper. But, despite the feeling of danger I picked up from Pavlina, and despite the threat of somebody walking in at any second, I wanted to draw this out and make it last. One of my hands glided down the back of her silky thigh, scooped round to the front and departed from her: I couldn't last another second without contact on my cock. Flickering her inner lips with a teasing tongue, I started rubbing myself through my trousers. She moaned loudly, her hips pausing in their swaying rhythm, squeezing forwards to press her harder against my face. I thickened my tongue and drove it inside her. The walls of her cunt were slick and smooth. I ached to have my cock in there. I was desperate to shoot my load deep into her.

Pavlina pushed me back so that I was squashed against the cupboard. Flattening my tongue, I lapped at her, moving steadily closer to her clit. I could feel her shaking as I did it, losing control. From the rapid increase in her rate of breathing, the shrill edge to her moans, and the shuddering that passed through her body, it was obvious she was on the point of orgasm. I showed her no mercy, tongue flashing wetly across her bulging clit. I kept up a steady rhythm, keeping the contact light and subtle. With one hand, I managed to undo my trousers and free my desperate cock. It was stalk-straight, hard as a broom-handle, slippery with my own lubricants. Taking it in my hand nearly pushed me over the edge. I groaned deeply into Pavlina's pussy, hearing her respond. She drove her pubic bone into my face, grinding hard against me. My cheeks and chin were slathered with her juices. I felt suddenly aggressive toward her, finally reacting to the way she was using me... even abusing me. I began working at her more roughly, scraping my tongue hard across her clit, pushing back against her with my jaw set. In moments, she could take no more. I heard her squeal 'Coming!' half a second before I felt it happen, all over my face. Her nails dragged through my scalp; it felt like they drew blood. 'Ah!' she cried. 'Ah!! Ahhh!!! Aahhhhhh!!!!' With one last, long heave of her hips, she became still, poised.

Finally, she sank away from me, letting me watch her long, slender fingers glide across the front of her thigh and alight on her pussy. She began fingering herself slowly, with little circular motions. Her middle finger slipped inside, and she used her other fingers to spread her labia.

'Get up,' she ordered. 'Quickly!'

I did, with difficulty. My legs were weak from kneeling, and my raging erection made standing up from that position awkward. Pavlina eyed me silently, continuing to finger herself openly in front of me. One of her eyebrows raised and she looked speculatively at my bulge. With a casual elegance, she removed the hand from her crotch and let her dress drop back down to cover her. Holding my gaze with her predatory eyes, she slowly raised her hand, placing her fingers into her mouth. Still watching me closely, she sucked her fingers, giving an appreciative 'Mmm' as she did so.

'Don't you just love the taste of twat?' she asked me, a frank challenge in her expression.

I had no idea what to say to that. How did I talk to this insane woman?

She closed the gap between us in a sudden lunge. I gasped, flinching away from her. I obviously wasn't quite over my vampire fears just yet. Pavlina took hold of my face in both hands, letting her nails dig into my flesh. With a bestial snarl, she licked her juices off my chin, spreading her tongue wide. Her nails were painful in my face, but then she moved them down to the sides of my neck and dug them in sharply. I yelped. She laughed and bit my chin with sharp, perfect white teeth. Her thigh moved between my legs, pushing them apart with a brutal assertiveness. She licked the line of my jaw, then beneath my ear. The crest of her hip began rubbing side to side against my groin, her leg nudging between my inner thighs. I worried I would come really quickly, making a mess of my trousers. I was more worried how Pavlina would react if I came when she didn't want me to. I was terrified of disappointing her.

'Let's play,' she insisted.

I couldn't even begin to imagine what she might mean by that.

She moved away from me, long dark hair sweeping out behind her like wings as she turned. I heard her give a throaty chuckle as she opened the kitchen drawer. What the fuck was she up to? There was a silvery glint. For half a second, I thought she had a knife and was going to kill me with it. But then I saw she held only two dessert spoons. The wicked glint in her eye as she looked at me still had me worried, though.

'What are you...?' I started to ask. But I almost didn't want to know the answer.

Pavlina didn't offer any explanation anyway. She leaned across and turned on the hot water, leaving the stream to fall unattended. Then she opened the refrigerator door. Was she hungry? That, I did not see coming.

But, no. She wasn't hungry. She tossed one of the spoons into the chill cabinet.

'Your trousers,' she said, as if that was an instruction.

When she arched an eyebrow, I realised it was an instruction. Hastening to comply, I fumbled at my I belt and struggled to unfasten the waistband. Pavlina reached over to me and hauled trousers and shorts down in one jerk. My cock sprang out of its hiding place like a striking snake.

'Ooohhh,' she purred, biting her luscious lip.

When she turned away again, I had my first proper rear view of her in that dress. She was spectacular. Her back swept down to a slim waist, then her hips flared outward in a delicious curve. Her butt was tight and high, poised like a dancer's. I couldn't keep my hand off my cock, but I didn't dare give it more than the merest rub. I had no idea how long I was going to be able to last.

Pavlina sat a mug in the stream of hot water, angry steam puffing off it like dragon breath. When she had filled the mug, she