An Agency Story: Beach Blonde
Emme Salt
This 22,000 word erotic romance story features oral sex, a touch of voyeurism and meltingly-hot threesomes.
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He reached for me, pulling me against him. "Well. I guess I'll have to make it up to you," he said, and kissed me. His kiss. I'll remember it forever. Electricity every time. He nuzzled my neck with his nose. "Mmm. I love the smell of a fresh washed girl," he said. "Just soap and skin. So sexy."
I sighed again, relaxing into his arms. He stroked my cheek with a finger. For a moment we just sat there, enjoying each other's company. He stirred. "Let me help you with the lotion," he said. "Lift up your shirt."
Biting my lip, I sat up and did as he ordered, turning my back to him and raising my shirt. What was it about him that made me want to obey every one of his demands? I didn't know, but I sat there waiting for his touch, my t-shirt bunched up around my chest. My skin prickled with goosebumps.
When his hand touched my back a moment later, I twitched a little as he smoothed the cool shea butter onto my curved back.
"So jumpy," he said. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm here to help you relax."
Gee. I wonder why, Mr. Doyle. He stroked the butter slowly up my spine, rubbing it outwards in circles. Mmm. I hadn't realized that I was so stiff and sore - probably from our little adventure on the beach. His hands warmed the butter, and the heat loosened me up. It was a delicious backrub; I hadn't realized how much I needed one. I let my eyes close and my mind drifted off into bliss.
His hands moved a little wider now, stroking along my waist and rounding around to my stomach. The slickness of the lotion and the hypnotic massage kept me silent, even though I knew it was risky to let him touch me here and now. And somehow I knew that it was going to get even more intimate, even more dangerous, if I let him keep going.
But I did. I wanted it. I didn't even have a twinge of shame.
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