Strangers passing through. Friends seeing each other with new eyes. The hesitant touch of new lovers. A first glance. A first word. A first touch. A first kiss. Take a journey through erotic shorts and poems to relive that first-time feeling. Naughty Bedtime Stories: First Taste will stir the butterflies, curl the toes, and send hearts racing. After all, nothing tastes as good as naughty feels....
Read from 'Serendipity': Elodie Parkes within the antho
Serendipity
When Lizzie goes Christmas shopping on the first day off work she has in a month, she looks for great gifts to give her sister and her mom. She visits the biggest department store in town with the best lingerie department. Lizzie is convinced she'll find something special there. She doesn't realize just how special.
Ryan is browsing in the same shop, anxious to cheer up his sick sister with a pretty gift. He's certain he'll find it in the lingerie department. Overwhelmed by the choices on offer, he looks around for someone to help him choose and notices Lizzie...
A story of serendipity, lust, and love.
in the Naughty Bedtime First Taste Antho
Excerpt
As she reached for the new bra to try it on, a male hand pushed
back the curtain an inch or two, at about shoulder height. Lizzie whipped
around to check what was happening and held the new bra to her breasts.
“Lizzie, it’s Ryan, don’t be afraid. I saw you come in here
and I thought…I thought maybe you should try this too.”
Lizzie’s heart raced, she swallowed down the fear that arose
when she’d first seen the male hand. Calmer, she discovered he held the
matching garter belt.
“I don’t need it, thank you anyway, and this is the ladies
fitting room.”
Ryan shook the garter belt at her. “It would suit you. Give
it a try, just for me.”
Something strange happened to Lizzie at this request. Tears
burned behind her eyes ready to slide down her cheeks and wreck her eye-makeup.
She took the garter belt and dropped it onto the brocade-covered stool that
occupied a corner of the fitting cubicle.
Ryan withdrew his hand. “Thank you for your help earlier.”
Lizzie listened intently. Is he leaving? The thick carpet in the fitting room muffled
footsteps. Lizzie put on the new bra quickly, adjusting the straps to fit. She
stared at the curtained doorway. Prickles ran up her spine. Her heart hammered.
Her stomach clenched and to her dismay, a drench of wetness throbbed from her
pussy. Her body told her Ryan was still behind the curtain, but her head said
he’d gone. Why would he stay? There’ll be
other customers soon. Oh hell, what’s going on?
The sound of female voices, laughing, talking excitedly,
two, maybe three women, and then Ryan held back the curtain and stepped into
the cubicle with Lizzie.
Lizzie moved for him.
His tall frame and muscular body
filled the place considerably and she shivered from the cold mirror pressing
against her upper back. She gaped at him. Words simply failed in her dry mouth.
Accompanied by an apologetic expression, he whispered, “Sorry.
I thought I should hide. I just reacted instinctively. I’m not going to hurt
you, or anything. Sorry. You have to think the worst. I don’t usually do this
stuff. I’m harmless. Please don’t scream.”
The concerned frown on his forehead, and the way he shrank a
little away from her, told Lizzie he was sincere. She nodded silently and
looked down. She could see the lace and ribbons of the new bra and her own
dark-blue lace panties. She was semi-naked in a confined space with the most
desirable man she’d ever met. A smile snuck onto her face, laughter threatened,
and she raised her eyes to his face.
His expression of worry faded, and he gazed at her, desire
written all over his face. He took a deep breath and leaned on the nearside wall
of the cubicle. “You are so pretty and
kind. I can’t pretend I don’t find you very appealing, because I do. I have
this strange compulsion to hug you close. I’d like to kiss you. I won’t…unless
you want me to.”
His dark velvet voice lulled her. Her pussy creamed and
clenched. Her nipples grazed the black lace of the new bra and peeked out of
gaps where the flowers in the pattern joined. Her heart beating so hard, her
chest moved, she nodded imperceptibly. “I want the kiss.” The words stole out.
She waited.
Ryan dropped the pink carrier bag he held. The paper rustled
softly.
Then his hands were around her face, gentle, and his fingertips
on her ears sending tingles down her neck. His face a breath away, slow moving,
the stubble on his jaw grazed her chin, sexy, his soft lips on hers, and she
closed her eyes. Hungry, searching kisses, soft and firm, then the tip of his
tongue on her bottom lip, and every muscle in her body melted with desire.
She molded to him, pushed her arms around his neck, and a
soft sound of pleasure escaped her even as she dimly remembered they were in a
public place.
He moved his hands, traced his fingers down her neck, over
the bare skin of her shoulders, down her spine, to cup her ass and grind her
against his hard body.
Their faces pressed against each other’s. Their mouths
merged. Their murmurs mingled.
Lizzie clung to him. Every inch of her skin tingled, overwhelmed.
His overcoat sleeves warm around her waist, the bulge in his pants hard against
her stomach, the sexy rasp of his jaw on her cheek as he rubbed his nose
against hers, and she moaned.
He drew back to look into her eyes. “If you need me as much as
I need you, let me know. Tell me what to do, because I won’t force or hurt you,”
he murmured, and quickly kissed her.
Lizzie slowly moved her lips over his, to feel his mouth,
the perfect shape of his lips, and the softness of kisses she’d missed so badly.
She kissed him soaking up the pleasure, savoring it, as sexual need surged up
her body.
“I do need you. I want you. How…where?”
Ryan’s voice was low and barely audible. “Here and now.” He
loosened his hold on her ass, turned with her in his arms, and then let go. He
unzipped his pants and pushed them down his thighs.
A gasp escaped Lizzie when she saw his cock, big, hard, and
such a perfect shape, so enticing, she held herself back from kneeling and
licking all the way along it.
He moved the garter belt on its hanger to the floor and sat
on the brocade stool. He held out his arms.
Lizzie pulled her panties off and left them on the carpet.
She stepped into his arms, bending to slide her hands over his shoulders, and
meet his delicious lips with hers.
The gentle stroke of his fingers up her inner thighs sent
more cream rushing to her pussy.
She muffled a groan against his lips.
His fingertips inched into her, then pushed deeper.
She kissed his mouth, sucked his bottom lip. “I need…”
“I know,” he murmured as he lifted her to straddle him.
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