Erotic Tales 2: Climax

By UnXpected

Ani Richardson is a single woman who knows exactly what she wants: sex. Although she has a man at her beck and call, can provide her with commitment, and security, she knows he cannot give her what she truly needs. Even as she attempts to take control of her lifestyle, her search to satisfy her lustful desires continues.

Anis problems seem immense. Despite helpful input from friends and a few siblings, Ani is overwhelmed. She is the family financial provider, but she realizes that she is also addicted to sexa challenge that is turning out to be much more complex than she ever imagined. With her desires and expectations at the highest level, Ani must determine what she really wants and whether one person can fulfill all her needs. As she moves from one passionate encounter to another, Ani wonders whether she will ever be able to satiate her voracious appetite in the bedroom.

In this conclusion of a two-part tale, an independent woman must make life-changing decisions, for better or worse, while on a lust-filled journey to find happiness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Sep 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781491703038

UnXpected

Writing under the pseudonym of UnXpected, she is a female author who enjoys writing Erotic Fiction. At a young age, she started creating stories for pleasure in various genres. Erotica is where she found her niche. Born and raised in Boston, MA, she now resides in South Florida. Happily married, for over 27 years, she now gives you her second book, the Climax to Erotic Tales.

Book preview

CHAPTER

ONE

I don’t know why my chick is fascinated with this bitch. She fucks with everybody in the world and she ain’t even that cute. I know one thing, if I ever hear that she slept with my girl she will regret the day she parted those legs.

Naw, she ain’t cute. Thinks she is, but she ain’t.

My girlfriend, Aubrey, went away to visit her mom. I’m waiting to see if she’s going to send for me. If her mom is not too bad off Bre should be gone for about two weeks. If she’s worse, could be months. I asked Bre why don’t she just transfer out to Minnesota, but she claims her friend base is here. Yeah right! That bitch Ani is here!

I watch Ani and some fine white boy take the elevator from the street level up into the car garage. I sprint across the boulevard to where I parked on a side street. After quickly unlocking and starting it up, I maneuver my car to a double-park position a little ways from the exit ramp of the parking garage and watch as other patron vehicles exit. When they pull out in the BMW I wait a couple of cars and follow along as I’ve occasionally been doing since Bre’s been gone. After two lights the idiot in front of me stops short which makes me catch the third light. Oh shit! I watch as the Bema goes up the ramp to the expressway. That’s ok. I’ll ride by that house I followed her to this morning. If they’re not there, still cool. Bitch gotta go home at some point.

Banging my hands on my steering wheel, I scream to myself seething as I sit in the confines of my car. "OOOOO, . . . . THAT BITCH! I start to chuckle to myself, I don’t even know why I hate her so much. She really never did anything to me that I know of right now. She just for some reason gets under my skin. Reason I decided to watch her"? I don’t trust her. Who am I kidding? This is Bre’s doing all the way. Putting HER on a pedestal, keep bringing HER name up to me at awkward times. Bre likes her, and knowing Bre as I do, what she wants—she gets. She’s a fucking bitch too, but she’s mine! I want to make sure this one don’t head out to Minnesota on Bre’s dime. I may look stupid, but I ain’t!

The car behind me blows his horn. Glancing in my rearview mirror I shout at him, Wanna wait a fucking minute, Asshole? I move with the flow of traffic. The car, which was behind me, pulls beside me on my left and rolls down his passenger side window. I roll my window down as he address’ me.

What you say to me? He shouts from the driver’s side of his vehicle, still moving with the traffic.

I said you wanna wait a fucking minute, Asshole! I repeat myself.

Well you sat there for a damn eternity.

You know what? Fuck you old man. You’re in such a rush, what you talking to me for? I roll my window back up and pull further ahead of him.

Today is not the day!

As I drive toward the ramp that the Bema took just moments before, my cell starts to ring. I fish it out of my purse without looking and press the answer button before placing it at my ear.

Hello?

Hey Rhonda, did you forget your scheduled at the spa today? You have a customer waiting.

"Oh shit . . . I’m on my way. Can you do me a favor? Get him situated. I’ll be there shortly and I’ll help you out with one of your clients later?"

Alright, it’s a deal. My co-worker Felicia agrees and we disconnect.

I totally forgot I had to work today. This bitch got my mind all fucked up. I maneuver my way opposite the ramp and head toward the salon/spa I work at.

Sam has my left hand intertwined with his right as he drives us back to his home. On occasion he brings my hand to his lips and kisses it.

Do you have much to do today? He asks.

I need to finish up a few projects, why?

I would love to take you back to my house, give you a bath, cook for you, and kiss you from head to toe. He explains.

Give me a bath? I laugh at the suggestion.

He laughs back at me, Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it. I’m told I am a great bather.

Whatever you say. I reply sarcastically.

So… you gonna let me?

We’ll see. You have my curiosity peaked. I admit.

He kisses my hand again as we continue the drive toward his home. Sam and I chat for the remainder of the ride about other things. He’s a very nice guy.

When we get back to his place he parks in the driveway, exits the car, and comes around to my side. He opens the door to retrieve me then takes my hand, and leads me into his home. Sam picks up a remote control on the coffee table, presses a few buttons, and soft music flows from strategically placed speakers throughout the house. I recognize the station he chose, it plays a lot of Jazz mixed with sultry songs of sexual innuendo. Placing the remote back down on the coffee table he takes my hand and leads me upstairs. I put my bag on the settee in his bedroom and follow behind him into his bathroom where to the side sits a deep roman tub. I don’t remember seeing this the last time I was here. I stand in the mirror, looking my face over as he prepares the tub. I watch his reflection in the mirror as he takes a clean bath cloth from his cabinet and runs water into the tub. With his cloth (although his tub appears clean from where I stand) he wipes over every inch, then takes the handheld sprayer from its base and washes it down again. I watch the movement of his back and the muscles in his arms as his body moves against the cotton of his shirt. This man has seriously got it going on!! Then again I’m not a bad catch either. Long legs, big breasts, natural hair, never a need for make up. Yes, I’d say he’s got a great catch himself.

When the tub is cleaned to his perfection, he places the stopper in the drain and runs water into it. My ass rests against the sinks granite counter, watching how meticulous he is. He leans over again to the cabinet he pulled the cloth from earlier and pulls out a glass dispenser full of what looks like rose petals. I watch as he generously sprinkles them from the glass container into the water.

So you think I stink huh? I playfully ask.

Much too seriously he answers. No… not at all. Just making this a very pleasant experience for you.

I watch as Sam submerges his forearm, than circulates the water as if his hand is a ladle stirring a pot of soup.

Should I undress? I ask.

Pulling his hand from the bath he stands, shaking the excess water from his hand and arm, then dries on a towel.

No, let me do it.

He approaches me and stands legs partially spread before me. Slowly, he starts to peel the clothes from my body. When I’m completely naked he places both hands on my cheeks, lightly kisses my lips, then runs his palms from my cheeks, past my neck, and all the way down to my thighs. His palms travel the same path, back up to my cheeks and he kisses my lips again. Sam, true to his word, kisses down my body as he predicted he would. When he gets down on his knees I know I am going to enjoy this. At my slit he inserts his tongue, as if to taste, then continues placing butterfly kisses down its entire length before continuing down my legs. Bending my knee he assists by cradling my heel and holding my leg at its calf, as he sucks at and kisses each toe. I place my hands behind me on the counter to keep my balance as he does so. He does the same with my other leg, then back up to my slit. When he gets up from his knees he gingerly leads me to the bath. After turning off the spigot he helps me step into the warm water, Sam gets to his knees on the outside of the tub as I lower myself into the warm water. He pulls another bath-cloth from the drawer and starts washing my back in a circular motion. Dipping the cloth into the water he then brings it to my neck and squeezes the excess water from it so that it runs down my chest between my breasts. My nipples stand erect due to the warm water and coolness in the air. He brings the cloth down and over my areolas, using the rough texture of the cloth to grasp my nipple between his thumb and forefinger pulling it taut and letting it bounce back into place. He lowers the cloth into the bath water, capturing some of the soap rose petals, bringing them to my neck but washing at the nape. Using pressure from his hands, this simple gesture feels nice. He again brings his cloth and hand into the bath water. This time he brings it between my legs. I open them for him. His cloth fondles my treasure with the utmost care. I lean my upper body back against the coolness of the tub. He leans over to me and I let him bring me into a deep kiss. Once we separate he announces:

Let me start the food. Don’t get up until I come back up to take you out.

I don’t answer, I just nod my head in agreement.

Sam gets up from his knees and dries his hand on a hanging towel. Before leaving, he pulls another hand towel from the drawer rolls it up and places the roll at my neck.

Rest your head and neck against this. He instructs then quickly leaves me in the bathroom.

I relax in the warmth of the water, the scent of the roses, and the quiet of the room. In the far distance I can hear Sam in the kitchen, knocking around pots and pans. I hadn’t even asked what he was making. At this point I really didn’t care. The warm water is calling me to masturbate, but I fight the urge. Today is the day Sam gets tamed. I have to know if this is going to go any further. He is a nice guy, marriage material, but is he the one for me? I ponder this question as the water, music, and the comforting sound of Sam preparing a meal unexpectedly lulls me off to sleep.

Sam’s soft kiss on my lips awakens me. You looked so peaceful, I almost didn’t wake you.

I take my washcloth and quickly submerge it the after squeezing it dry I dab it to my face.

Wow, I hadn’t realized I drifted off. I explain.

No need to explain. You ready to get out?

Yes, do you mind if I rinse first?

You stand. I’ll rinse.

After pulling the stopper from the drain, Sam assists at helping me up. He takes the handheld sprayer from its holder and sprays me down as I gather the rose petals, which have not completely dissolved and rub them against my skin. Sam watches as if in awe.

You are so beautiful and sexy. He admits.

I smile at him before responding. You are not so bad yourself.

After I’m done, Sam replaces the handheld sprayer then holds a fluffy cotton towel open for me. As I walk into the towel, he wraps it and his arms around me.

I know it may be too soon, but I think I’m falling in love with you. He confesses.

Let’s just take it slow. I respond.

I let him lead me to his balcony. While I slept he’s set up a romantic place for two. I take my seat and he pushes me in.

What’s on the menu? I playfully ask.

He lifts the dome cover on the plate and gives a small description of what is on the plate before me.

"I figure we’d eat light. Strips of steak marinated in oyster sauce with fresh veggies over a bed of brown rice.

"It looks and smells delicious.

He pours us both a glass of white wine before taking his seat opposite me, uncovering his dish that mirrors mine. We talk and laugh as we eat. He asks about my stories, which we previously spoke about if I had finally published any. I again explain my stance on that and he doesn’t pressure. He finishes before me and explains that he is going to take a quick shower then leaves me on the balcony as he does so.

After eating my last bite of rice Sam emerges naked and covers my dish before asking,

Will you join me in my bed?

I stand, letting the towel drop from my body. I step over it and walk past him into his room. In passing I lean up, grasp his chin in my hand, and lightly kiss his lips. He follows behind me like a puppy, only stopping at his dresser top to bring a few rubbers to bed with us. He pulls down his quilt exposing the crisp blue pinstriped sheets. I crawl onto the middle of his bed then turn to let the coolness of the fitted sheet kiss my naked body. Raising my arms above my head in a long stretch, I bring them down over my head, now touching the sheet. Sam joins me on the bed, tossing the condoms to the mattress then lays on the right side of me. He holds my right breast in his hand, my nipple into his mouth, and sucks gently on it. I arch my back toward the ceiling in ecstasy at how good this feels. Sam’s left hand makes his way up my arms only stopping to grasp hold of my wrists as if in handcuffs. His right hand leaves my breast, with my nipple still between his lips his right hand glides it’s way to my boxx. I open my legs to him. He tenderly slides his fingers through my moist wetness, parting my lower lips, he makes his way to my canal. Once there in a circular motion he slowly burrows his index and middle finger deeper and deeper within me. I can feel and hear my juices start to coat his fingers. He finger fucks me for quite a few minutes before removing them. He breaks the suction from my tit bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck them clean. He tries to bring his fingers back to my hole for a few minutes more, but he has now awakened The Beast in me. I try to get up.

No babe. He gently tries to coax me back down, Let me get acquainted with you.

Sam I’m sorry but right now momma got a monkey on her back that she has to get off.

No further words are spoken as I push him to the sheet and climb on top of him. Placing one of my hands palm side up against his abdomen I let his dick rest against it. My pussy lips, dripping from foreplay, glide up and down against his rod as I grind against him. In the distance I hear Ciara’s song Ride It and my body moves to it’s beat. Sam, from the looks of it, is in paradise. His eyes are closed, his body taut, and his mouth partially open as he breathes in and out very heavily. I pick up one of the rubbers, which has slid to me due to the depression of my knees into the mattress. I tear the packaging open with my teeth and begin to roll it onto his wood while continuing to grind against his balls. When I’m partially to the middle of his dick he deeply moans, Oh shit.

I watch in disbelief as his white milky liquid fills the tip and sides of the bag.

Oh no he did not! My conscience screams.

I’m so sorry. He deeply apologizes quickly offering a remedy, Let me eat you out.

Ignoring his request I inquire, How long will it take to get hard again?

Not too long but let me eat you out until it does.

I’m pissed! I want to fuck and NOW is an understatement!

Sam