Five Flirty Fantasies (Erotica Femina Briefs)

By Rebecca Ambrose

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Ambrose
• Release date: Jun 1, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476476070

Rebecca Ambrose

Rebecca Ambrose is a prolific British author of hot romance and erotica. She also writes as Vivienne Lafay, Vanessa Davies, Nadine Wilder and Rosanna Challis.

Book preview

Part One

I’d met Keith at a club in town. He ticked all my boxes straight away – tall, well-dressed, smooth-talking and with the quirky kind of looks that set my pulses racing. Above all, I was mesmerised by his eyes. They were hazel and sultry, sending out sexy signals that were subtle but a real turn-on.

One Saturday I was there with my mates and Keith came over to introduce himself. After my friends went off I stayed on, dancing and chatting with Keith, growing more and more interested in him as the night drew on and we’d had a few drinks. Time flew by and suddenly it was two in the morning.

‘It’s way past my bedtime,’ I told him, flirtatiously. ‘I guess I’d better be heading back. There’s a taxi rank round the corner, in Melton Square . . .’

‘I’ll come with you,’ he murmured. To my surprise he got into the cab with me.

Soon we were speeding across the city. I’d half expected Keith to make a pass at me in the privacy of the taxi, but he was the perfect gentleman – unfortunately! You’re a slow mover, I thought, doubts beginning to surface. By now I really had the hots for him, but he was keeping his cool and I was unsure how the night would end. Would I ever see him again?

I snuggled up and let my head fall on his shoulder as if I were sleepy, but though I hoped he would put his arm around me I was disappointed. He just kept sitting upright, staring through the window, driving me wild with the erotic heat of his presence. I moaned throatily, as though I was half asleep, but making it sound like I was in the throes of a climax. Still he didn’t take the hint.

The taxi pulled up outside my apartment block. ‘Here we are,’ Keith said. ‘I’ll see you to your door, make sure you’re okay.’

The cool night air brought me to my senses and as we walked up the steps to my flat I felt suddenly wide awake again. ‘How about a nightcap?’ I suggested, chirpily, secretly desperate to keep him by me for a few minutes more. I couldn’t bear to have him just walk away.

He hesitated for a moment, then looked back at the waiting taxi. My heart paused anxiously. I wanted to get intimate with this gorgeous guy, but he was playing so hard to get. Was he going to let me down now, at the eleventh hour?

‘Okay, I’ll just pay the taxi,’ he said, to my utter relief.

By the time I’d put the key in the door and crossed the threshold he was by my side. I headed for the lounge. Much as I wanted him, I didn’t think going straight into the bedroom would be a good idea. I flicked on the light switch, which I’d left on ‘dimmer’ and the room was soon suffused with a warm glow. It looked better that way.

‘I’ve got whisky, gin, beer . . . ‘ I began.

‘Just a beer would be great.’

He settled on my sofa but plonked himself right in the middle so there was hardly any room for me! I handed him a beer, got myself a vodka and tonic, put on some smooth jazz then sat awkwardly in my armchair opposite. It seemed like an awkward situation.

Then, out of the blue, he started to sweet talk me.

‘You’re a beautiful girl, Janice,’ he began, his eyes making an appreciative tour of my body. ‘I love the way your hair frames your face, making your eyes look huge.’

‘Thanks,’ I grinned. ‘Actually it’s a new style. I let my hairdresser have a free hand last time and . . . ‘

‘And your figure is spectacular,’ he continued, leaning forward now to take in my curves more closely. ‘Would you do something for me?’

I felt goose pimples hit me all over. Was he going to ask me for a blow job? Well I could certainly deliver in that department. He was staring at my cleavage, so maybe he had a tit wank in mind. My imagination went into overdrive, led on by the flame of lust I could see burning in the greenish depths of his eyes.

‘Sure,’ I answered, huskily.

‘Just dance,’ he commanded. ‘Let me see you move.’

I guessed this was his idea of foreplay. Slowly I rose from my chair and began to wiggle my hips to the sexy sax sounds. At first I felt quite self-conscious but the alcohol I’d been drinking soon enabled me to let go of my inhibitions and I started to feel like I was lap dancing or something.

Keith’s eyes were on me, totally focused on my curves. I’ve always been proud of my body, kept myself in good shape, but I’d never thought of myself as an exhibitionist. Now, dancing for this one man’s eyes only, the inner courtesan was coming out in me and all I wanted to do was turn him on so much that he couldn’t resist me a moment longer. I had the hots for him bigtime, and my only desire was to make him want me in return.

‘Mm, hm!’ I started vocalising to the music, running my hands up and down my sides. I was wearing a skimpy top and mini-skirt, with my highest heels, so it wasn’t hard for me to imagine myself as some sex-goddess, irresistible to men.

He settled more comfortably on the sofa, legs spread apart. I couldn’t resist staring at his crotch, wondering what he had tucked away there. The thought of unveiling it sent shivers of excited lust all through me, and I moaned softly as I swept my palms over my thighs and lifted up my miniskirt, giving him a quick peek at my own crotch. It was feeling decidedly damp by now.

I wiggled my hips and gave him a sultry look but he stared back impassively. Just what would it take to move this man? I’d never met such a cool customer, and my determination to crack his steely exterior grew. Slowly I unhitched my skirt and felt it start to slide down over my hips. I let it fall and stepped gracefully aside, then picked up the handful of cloth and playfully chucked it at him.

It landed in his lap. Keith grinned and held the skirt to his nose for an instant, smelling the essence of me. Now he could see the bulge of my vulva quite plainly through the black nylon panties I was wearing. I touched it with my fingers, pressing hard to assuage the throbbing need of my clitoris, then I turned around and bent half over, giving him a look at my shapely behind.

I shook my booty at him, and thought I heard a faint sigh. Glancing over my shoulder I saw that Keith had placed my skirt on the sofa beside him and was now leaning forward, taking in the taut round globes of my behind and the deep cleft between them. Did he want to take me there? The thought excited me further and soon the whole of my nether region was a tingling mass of desire.

Slowly I turned around. My hands travelled upwards, and cupped my breasts. I could feel my nipples