WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 36: WILD WITH DESIRE (3)

CHAPTER 3

He looked up at the house. Very nice, he thought to himself. It was only a small parcel. He grabbed it and headed to the front door. He rang the bell. There was no answer. He tried one more time and was about to see if there was anywhere secure that he could put it on the property. It was a big enough place that he figured that there must be somewhere to stash it. Just as he started looking, a car pulled up into the driveway. It was a small, two- seater sportscar. The windows were tinted so he couldn’t see inside. 

He waited for the car to stop and the driver to get out. The door opened. The first thing that he saw was the legs. They seemed to keep going and keep going. He wondered if they would ever end. They were long, toned, and tanned. 

The brown color, perfectly even all over, somehow reminded him of Robin. The difference now was that normally he

would be reminded of her and feel pangs of sad nostalgia. Not this time. This time he wanted to see more of whoever this woman was. He felt a sudden little surge of something excitement, adrenaline, both mixed together and time seemed to slow down for a few moments as he waited for whatever would come next. 

He saw the skirt - black, leather. Then a hand took hold of the car and pulled the rest of her out. He saw long, black hair. Then she stood up. She was quite tall, but not as tall as he was. As well as her skirt she was wearing a tight white tank top with thin straps. It wasn't just her legs that looked good - the rest of her figure was pretty credible as well. Her breasts bulged out impressively in her top. 

Herbshoulders were as tanned as her legs. Next, his eyes went to her face. It was hard to judge her exact age. He would have guessed that she was in her mid-thirties. Her face was unlined till she smiled, then he saw some creases around her eyes. The smile lit up her face, however. She had thick, full lips and sparkling green eyes. 

She looked him up and down as she exited the car. "Well," she purred in a deep, husky voice, "Is this my delivery?" “Yes ma’am,” he replied and was about to hold out the package. She laughed, lightly. "I certainly don't remember ordering a good-looking young man. This really is a welcome surprise." He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. He felt as though he must look pretty stupid doing that so he settled on keeping his mouth closed. She laughed again. “I’m just kidding! Come on, I don’t mean to put you on the spot like that. Really. So, what have you got for me?” Alex remembered the package in his hands. “Oh, yeah, here you go. 

He handed her the parcel. She took it, looked at it quickly, and then looked back at him as though sizing him up. She looked at him closely.“I’m Jane, by the way.”

“Pleased to meet you. I’m Alex.”

“Do I have to sign anything for this, Alex?”

“Oh, yeah! Thanks for reminding me.”

Somehow his mind had gone blank for a few moments there. He suspected that it had something to do with the emergence of this incredible beauty from the car. “OK, well come on inside and I’ll sign that for you.” Alex stayed frozen to the spot for a moment, unsure just what he should do. He had been all set to drop off the package and get away for lunch. 

But now he felt as though the situation had changed in some way. He had not expected to see a woman this beautiful, that was certain. And there was something else about it. There was something in the way that she was speaking to him, looking at him. He had known girls his own age, the way that they were around a guy who they were attracted to, the clumsy and obvious way that they flirted. He felt that there was some hint of flirtation from this woman, but it was different, less clumsy, and more subtle.

 There was an undercurrent that he wanted to get to, hints of something more. He knew that maybe he should just head off to lunch and not risk making a fool of himself, but he also knew that if there was even the slightest chance that something might happen then he should stick around. 

There was a tiny voice inside his head telling him that he would only make a fool of himself, but then there was an even louder voice asking him how he would feel driving away asking himself, “what if?” how he would feel lying in bed at night thinking about those legs as they had emerged from the car, those breasts as they had bounced when she had stood up (was she even wearing a bra? There was another question that would torture him, he was sure). 

He had spent so long wondering how he could have done things differently with Robin, surely he owed it to himself to take chances and see what he could make happen. He knew that there was a good chance that nothing would happen and that this woman was simply being friendly, and that even if she was flirting with him then it was nothing more than a bit of harmless fun for her. But what if? That was the question that he asked himself, and he didn’t want it to become a question of what might have been. 

These were the thoughts that went through his head in a matter of seconds before he answered. "OK, sure," he said and followed her as she walked inside. He dropped back so that he could get a good look at her ass as she sashayed up the steps to her house. He thought about Robin's tight little ass in her bikini bottoms. That had been a tight little ass. This one was fuller.

 He thought about taking hold of it. There would be more give than there would have been with Robin's. He thought about his fingers digging into the soft flesh, squeezing. her. He could feel himself getting aroused and he did his best to get a grip. He looked away from her ass. It took some effort to drag his eyes away from it, though. They got inside the front door. 

She turned to close the door and leaned past

him as she did so. He felt her brush against him and got just the briefest scent of her in his nostrils. 

For a moment he wondered what it would be like to be fully enveloped in that scent. In her bed with it all around him, with

her lying across his chest, her scent on him.

She walked further into the house without waiting to see if he was following. Of course, he did follow. 

What else was he supposed to do? He thought that she was walking him through to somewhere that would be convenient for her to sign the paperwork, but when she began talking about the various rooms of the house he realized that she actually seemed to be giving him her own version of a guided tour. “So this is the kitchen,” she said as she entered the kitchen and kept walking through it without stopping, “I recently had it remodeled. 

Myhusband gives me free rein to do what I like. He’s away most of the time anyway, and he knows that I get bored.” She stopped and turned to him.

“After all,” she said, fixing him with a look that seemed to convey some meaning that he wasn’t quite sure of, “A woman does have needs, doesn't she?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. She led him through to the stairs and he had no choice but to follow her upstairs. She turned once, quickly, to make sure that he was following. She smiled slightly when she saw that he was.