Clean and dirty

This erotic story excerpt from Lunchtime Sex by Missy Jane is published with permission.

erotic sexy story by missy jane
She undressed and stepped into the shower with thoughts of Nick fresh in her mind. The heated look in the bedroom, the interested gaze in the office, the small touches and flirtatious grin. Could he have honestly been interested? And if he was, should she do anything about it? The smart answer was no, absolutely not. But the honest answer was hell yes. She was tired of being alone every night and sick of self-induced orgasms. One fling couldn’t possibly hurt, and it had just been so damn long since she’d felt a man’s rough hands caress her skin. She sighed, as the warm water rained down her back, and grabbed the bar of soap.

Her nipples peaked as she rubbed the slick cake over them slowly, reveling in every nuance of sensation. One hand pinched with agile fingers as the other continued running the soap over her most sensitive spots. She moaned into the heated air and smoothed a hand down her belly. When the soap slipped from her fingers she barely noticed.

Head thrown back and eyes tightly shut, she imagined Nick stepping into the shower with her.

His lean body would be lightly muscled in all the right places. His beautiful cock would be long, not too thick, and standing proudly from a nest of dark-brown curls.

Her hand fisted as she imagined cupping his balls and fondling them gently. Maybe he would push her against the cold tiles and take her from behind? A thrill shot through her at the thought and one hand slipped around her hip to caress her ass. One of her innermost fantasies was anal sex but she had never been brave enough to actually try it. She imagined though, now, with her fantasy man. Soap aided her questing fingertips as she slid them between her cheeks to find the forbidden entrance. With a gasp she probed lightly and rested her free hand against the wall for balance. She leaned forward and thrust her ass back. Would he like what he saw?

Teeth clamped down on her bottom lip, she gently pushed her finger in to the knuckle. And what if Nick went to his knees before her?

That was a pleasure she wasn’t used to or very familiar with, but she had a great imagination.

She rested her head against the wall, freeing her other hand to find the aching spot between her thighs. With the tip of one finger she barely touched her swollen clit. It pulsed with need and she cried out when she circled it lightly.

“Fuck…yes…Nick…”

Faster and faster one finger circled while the other pumped in and out. A wave built low in her belly and in her mind’s eye Nick looked up at her from his knees.

I’m going to lick you now, baby.

“Yes…fuck yes…”

Her fingers moved faster and her hips took on the rhythm. She could almost feel his short dark hair tickle her thighs as he leaned forward and licked.

“Oh god…”

Real or imagined it was so fucking good. She gasped in the humid air and climaxed with a low cry of pleasure.

“Yes…yes…”

Her entire body felt limp and relaxed as she pulled her fingers away from their play. As soon as she could focus again, she found the soap and finished washing. Her hair and face were barely finished in time as the water began to cool. Drying off wasn’t nearly as thrilling and she fell into bed with Nick still on her mind.

“I must be crazy to even be thinking of him…a stranger…”

But he wasn’t really. She now knew a bit about him, including his social security number. That had to count for something, right? The thought made her laugh and she eventually fell asleep with a satisfied smile on her face.

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