WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 35: WILD WITH DESIRE (2)

CHAPTER 2 

He could see the brown expanse of her tanned back. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but for a moment he wanted to just look at her. Her ass looked amazing, both her ass cheeks outlined perfectly. It led down to her legs. 

He wanted to push those legs apart and get between them. He wanted to turn her over and see her lying there, topless. He imagined her welcoming him in as he pulled her to him. He thought about her soft flesh, the feel of her

kisses on his body, the places where he would kiss her. 

He thought about his hand on her breasts and how it would feel as his hand ran down her body. The tight, taut muscles of her abdomen, the rise, and fall of her breathing.

He thought about how when she first turned around maybe she would try to cover herself up, cover up her naked breasts, but then she'd think better of it. She'd smile at him, a knowing smile as she knew what was coming.

Would he fuck her right there and then, in the garden, on the grass? He hadn't thought that anyone was due home any time soon but was it really worth the risk?

The thought of his parents - his mother - coming home, or even one of the neighbors popping round and discovering him there, naked, with Robin...Well, it was too much to bear. How would he ever live down that

sort of shame? What if they were getting down to it? He thought about all of the things he wanted to do to her - he thought about standing there with her on her knees, one arm across her body lifting her breasts up, as she

sucked on his cock, he thought about her on all fours as he fucked her from behind, he thought about all of it. 

The idea of being discovered like that was not an attractive one. The thoughts about what he wanted to do with her, however, were very attractive to him.He could feel his cock stiffening in his pants. He smiled to himself. All that he had to do was go to her. That was all. He was kneeling beside her. He wondered just what he should do. Suddenly he remembered the cold can of drink in his hand. He smiled to himself. 

He ran the can down her back. It wasn’t quite what he had wanted to do - not the great, passionate move that he had been looking for, but the idea had just come to him. He heard her cry out in shock. “What the hell are you doing?” He laughed. She turned around. For just a moment she forgot that her bikini top was undone. 

He got a glimpse of her breasts, more of them than he had ever seen before. For that all too brief moment he couldn't take his eyes off them. He saw the paler skin there, where they hadn't been in the sun like the rest of her, and then he caught a glimpse - just the tiniest glimpse, for less than a second, less than half a second - of something darker. 

He knew that it was her nipple and he knew that he should look away in case he got caught looking at something that he shouldn't be looking at...but he couldn't tear his eyes away. And then he was caught. She snatched up her bikini top, covering herself, and scowled at him. 

“That wasn’t very funny, Alex,” and he knew that any hope that he might have had of moving things forward had just evaporated - at least for that day, anyway. Those hot, summer nights when he had laid awake at night, the sweat sticky on his body, he had thought about that glimpse. For such a short moment, it had consumed up far too much of his time. 

He'd think about how the rest of it must have looked. He'd think about whathe might have seen if she hadn't realized her mistake. He thought about what it would have been like if she had realized and hadn't cared, had been

happy for him to see more, to see everything. He thought about running that cold can over her breast, over her nipple. He thought about her gasping with pleasure. 

That simple slip could have been the start of everything. Instead, the chance that he had wanted had never come. Time had run down and summer had worn away. He wondered sometimes if his simple joke had been the reason for things not going the way that he had wanted them to. 

Perhaps the fact that he had been caught out the way that he had been had led to some kind of cooling toward him from her. He could hardly believe it when, finally, she had left for college. She had hugged him tearfully and told him that she would miss him and that she would see him again soon enough. She had pushed up against him, hugging him, and he had felt those breasts of hers and there had been a slight flash of resentment that he had never had the chance to feel them properly. and that had been the end of it. Sometimes when he was out in his van, making his deliveries, he thought about it with a shake of his head and a feeling of frustration. 

Maybe things could happen when she was back from college, but he didn't really see how they could. She would have moved on. He was the only one who had failed to move on. That was something that he needed to address, but he simply couldn't see any way to do that. 

The more that he thought of it, the more he thought that the best solution

was to get out of town for a few days. Do something different. Forget about Robin, forget about the past, and look to the future.

The only way that he was going to be able to do it was to keep earning money. And that meant getting up every day and going to work. 

That was his motivation as he got up and headed off for another day behind

the wheel.He picked up his packages and headed out on the road. He was making

good time - he always felt slightly more motivated when he saw the pile in the back of his van going steadily throughout the morning. The way that things were going, he thought that he wouldn’t have much to do in the

afternoon and he’d be able to take a nice, long lunch. He checked the address for his last drop-off before lunch. It wasn't too far to

go. He went as close to the speed limit as he dared till he got there.