Afternoon Delight: Erotica For Couples

Welcome back to the Fleshbot Book Club-your chance to get a sneak peek at some of the hottest erotic literature out now. Today's selection comes from Cleis Press's Afternoon Delight, edited by Alison Tyler.

The following excerpt is from "To Feel Sexy" by Jordana Winters.

She stared at the clock in the lower right-hand corner of her computer monitor. Her eyes were growing heavy. 4:20. Forty minutes to go. She was fighting hard to stay awake. The paperwork in front of her ultimately required her attention but, really, she couldn't care less.

Her mind drifted to what she was going to do that night, what she was going to eat for dinner. She tried to think of anything other than her work. Her thoughts turned to Brandon-her pseudo-significant other.

Nina had been so enamored with him from the start. Their relationship wasn't a complicated one and that suited them both. They hung out, fucked, loved, and respected each other, but there was never any future or commitment talk.

He had the ability to get her cunt wet by doing nothing much at all. Oftentimes it was nothing more than a look.

Brandon wasn't the type to waste time on sweet talk. She could count on one hand how many compliments he'd thrown her way, and even then they had always been camouflaged.

"You're looking especially freaky tonight," he'd said when she had dressed in shiny black boots and a fishnet shirt, on her way to a concert. She'd had to confirm if "freaky" was a good thing. It had been.

With her past lovers, Nina had so enjoyed the showing-the dressing up in stay-ups and stockings under skirts, lacy underwear, and tight corsetlike tops.

Now, she couldn't remember how long it had been since the last time she'd put an effort into dressing up. She thought of all the clothes hanging in her closet that she hadn't worn in many months.

She wanted to feel sexy again. She needed to feel sexy. At this point she needed to do it for no one other than herself.

Nina was an attractive woman to be sure. Both men and women had told her so often enough. A four-day-a-week gym regime made her figure a picture of perfection. Granted, she didn't need her ego stroked anymore. Just the same it would be nice to evoke some kind of reaction from him, to hear that he
found her hot, beautiful-something.

She recalled getting dressed in the morning before heading to work at her former job. At times, choosing an outfit had been an ordeal but in a pleasant way. Choosing between half a dozen pair of garters could get frustrating when she was already late, but at least she'd had the option.

Now, working in a small office with two women who took the term casual dress quite literally, putting a skirt on for work seemed ridiculous. Regardless, she'd woken up that morning, opened her closet doors, and opted to wear her most flattering skirt.

Brandon, the manager of a tattoo studio, was also scheduled to work today. She'd been watching the clock all day, desperate. When five o'clock finally arrived, she was out the door without a backward glance, in her car, and on the way to the studio.

She made eye contact with Brandon through the windows as she walked up. He was on the phone, yet when she walked in, his eyes swept down her legs. She couldn't recall if he'd ever seen her in a skirt-in the summer, sure, but not in business attire, which today consisted of a tight pin-striped skirt, stockings, and
heels.

Once he hung up the phone, she said, "I'm visiting," smiling coyly.

"I see that."

"I probably should have called first."

"No one else is here. I've been bored."

She walked behind the counter. "I've missed you," she purred and leaned against his chest, nuzzling in his neck, and heavily breathing in his scent.

"I like this," he said quietly.

He "liked" it. That was most likely the best she was going to get, but it was something. Clearly, she'd gotten his attention.

She felt his hand slide down her back to rest on her ass.

"Look what's underneath," she murmured, and kissed his neck.

She pulled at her skirt to show the top of her garters. His hand reached down to grab at the strap. He pulled the elastic, then let go, and it snapped pleasantly against the skin of her thigh. She leaned against the counter seductively with her skirt still hiked up around her waist. It hadn't occurred to her that someone could walk in at any time, but she watched as Brandon scribbled back in ten minutes on a piece of paper and taped it to the door.

"Into the back," he barked at her.

She walked to the back, with him behind her. He pushed her through the open doorway of the piercing booth, and she turned and grabbed at his belt, loosened and undid it, then started on his fly. She reached down the front of his boxers to feel his growing hardness. Her own wetness had moistened her underwear,
which now pressed pleasantly against her skin.

Hooking his thumbs through her panties and garters, he slid them down her thighs. He pushed her onto the chair, then pulled her ass forward so she was balancing on the edge. She watched as Brandon pulled his boxers and jeans down and let them fall around his knees. He grabbed at his cock and gave it a few strokes. It bobbed out ahead of him at full attention.

He sunk to his knees and buried his head between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his shoulders. He alternated between flicking her clit with his thumb and tongue while he moved his fingers deep inside her.

Nina caught sight of herself in the mirror that hung on the wall directly across from them. Her lids were half-closed, her eyes glazed over in a look of lust. She could feel her juices running down past her ass crack. She imagined she'd leave a mark on the vinyl seat.

"Your cock, please," she begged, desperate to have his fullness inside her.

"Get up," he commanded, and she jumped to her feet. He grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her around, and bent her over the chair. He was in her in one swift motion, his thickness filling her completely.

He grabbed at her shoulder with one hand and her hip with the other. He was pumping her hard from behind, quickly finding a delicious rhythm. She turned to look in the mirror. She could see his cock sliding in and out of her.

"You watching?"

She whimpered quietly as he continued pumping into her. She felt warmth in her cunt. She was close. He knew her well enough by now to tell. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.

"Look at me when I fuck you," he ordered and turned her head.

That was it, all she needed. He knew just what to say. She loved when he made her look him in the eye. She glared at him until she came. He kept pumping, warmth vibrating and coursing through her cunt.

His hand tightened harder around the back of her neck and her waist. Gasping, he emptied himself in her, then pulled out.

"Here," he said and handed her a roll of paper towel, then leaned against the wall.

She wiped her thighs clean and pulled up her panties and garters. She leaned forward and kissed him quickly as he pulled on his boxers and pants.

Five minutes later, she was sitting out front with him, listening to him recount the stories of his day. She was sticky between her legs, and somewhat tousled all over, but still feeling very sexy.

Excerpted from Afternoon Delight an anthology edited by Alison Tyler and published by Cleis Press.

The book is also on sale at Amazon.

Copyright (c) 2009 by Cleis Press.

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