Summer Sucks

Phil was one lucky son of a bitch. They say that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and Evelyn Summer was a woman who took her sunshine very seriously. She would have quite happily murdered the local Channel Twelve weatherman should his prediction of a heat wave not have come to fruition. Fortunately for him, however, he had been spared the wrath of a woman who had just booked two weeks off work to enjoy the July heat. If her vacation fortnight had resulted in a fourteen-day downpour, old Phil from Channel 26 would’ve been in big trouble.

With the promise of endless sunshine for the next fourteen days and the opportunity to enjoy it in peace and quiet, Evie had spanked the plastic and splashed out on some expensive new garden furniture and a selection of sexy little bikinis. Now that the fierce summer heat had finally arrived, all that was left to do was relax in the garden and soak up the rays. A long, lazy afternoon working on her tan and sipping on an adult beverage had been the plan, that was until the irritating metallic grinding noise of a petrol mower had started up next door.

Evie lay in her new sun-lounger and tried to filter out the high-pitched whine from the old, rusty engine. Everything had been so perfect just thirty-seconds earlier. She was shimmering head-to-toe in a delicious smelling coconut sun cream, and her gorgeous little lemon-yellow bikini fit to her curves like a second skin. A tall glass of cloudy lemonade with a dash of rum sat on the small table next to her, clinking quietly as it slowly devoured the ice cubes floating on the top. It was a pleasant sound, synonymous with hot summer days, but unfortunately, now one that was being brutally drowned out by a mechanical drone that made her grind her teeth.

It was no good. She’d looked forward to her days off too long to have them spoiled by an over zealous gardener.

“Fucking loud annoying rumblin’ bastard…” Evie grumbled to herself as she stood up and stomped over to the waist-high wooden fence that started just past a tall hedge-line.

Evie froze mid-wave when she saw who was making all the noise. Either her neighbour, Mr. Wilson, had regressed in age by about fifty years, or a handsome young man was mowing his lawn for him. She was about to catch the boy’s attention but suddenly couldn’t bring herself to do it. The way the vibrations of the machine rippled up the sinews in his strong arms and across his strapping bare chest was hypnotising.

She nibbled on her bottom lip and glanced over the top of her mirrored aviators as she enjoyed the show. Each time the muscles across his impressive torso clenched, she had the sudden and irresistible urge to run over and rub her hands all over his well-defined abs. It felt like she’d just walked into the middle of a Diet Coke commercial. The daydream was unfortunately shattered when the mower engine abruptly cut out and the young man looked up.

“Hi,” he said as he strolled slowly towards the fence.

“Hello,” replied Evie with a friendly smile.

“Is the noise bothering you?” His tone was apologetic as he motioned towards the lawn behind him. “I won’t be much longer.”

“No, it’s fine,” she lied. “I’ve not seen you around before, are you a friend of the Wilsons’?”

“Yes, ma’am. It’s too hot for Bill to do this kind of work, especially at his age.”

“That’s really nice of you to help him out,” Evie replied as she curled a lock of her hair around her finger. “So, are you on break from college or…?”

“I’m a sophomore at San Diego. Just earning a few extra bucks before next semester.”

The young man smiled when he spoke. Evie couldn’t help but admire how handsome he was when he ran his fingers through his soft dark hair. It was a nothing gesture, yet the way his bicep bulged when his arm bent at the elbow made her weak at the knees. Just being this close to him felt dangerous.

Just as Evie began to wonder if there might be a possibility of a mutual attraction between them, Mr. Hunky did not disappoint. Each time he thought she wasn’t looking, his eyes roamed the full, sensuous swell of Evie’s breasts. Her large, mirrored sunglasses hid the fact that she was observing him leer at her tits. Knowing that she could turn a young man’s head made Evie feel all the more confident and attractive, even if it did require some revealing beachwear. Her new bikini really did not leave very much to the imagination.

At one point as they made friendly small talk, the young man’s gaze dropped down to the tiny scrap of yellow fabric covering her mound. The way his lips parted ever so slightly made her hope he was thinking about licking what it covered. Evie didn’t mind. After all, she was mentally undressing him the same way.

Sweat had beaded all over his tanned body and was glistening in the midday sun. It ran down in tiny little rivulets along the tight curves of his abdomen, the same way condensation trickles down the outside of a tall glass of ice water. It would have been fruitless to fight the urge to follow their path all the way down to his waistline.

It was then that she noticed something that made her mouth dry. Every woman with a passion for men has a particular physical feature that drives them insane. For some it’s a rippling six-pack, for others it is a nice tight arse, but for Evie, it was the plunging, muscular V-shape that sits just above their groin. She just stared at his and tried not to drool. It was like an arrow pointing downwards; a private invitation for her to imagine what impressive anatomy lay hidden away underneath his clothing.

On the outside, Evie was doing a good job of playing it cool, but inside she was as red hot as a nymphomaniac on death row. Would it be so bad to tackle him to the ground right there in the garden American-football-style and have her wicked way with him behind the rose bush? He might only have been twenty or so, but he had the physique of a god. Evie tucked a stray lock of brunette hair behind her ear and pursed her lips. In one of those inexplicable moments where your mouth utters a series of words before your brain has time to work out if you really wanted to say them, she had already asked the question.

“I don’t suppose you’d be interesting in doing me would you?”

“I’m sorry?”

“I mean, doing a little garden work for me. I’d pay you, of course. It just needs a bit of tidying up really.”

“Oh. Yeah, sure thing,” he replied with a friendly smile. “I could maybe come over tomorrow morning?”

“That would be great.”

“I’m Mark, by the way.”

His proffered hand felt hot as it enclosed hers. She immediately wondered how those large, warm hands would feel grasping different parts of her body in the heat of a sexual frenzy. A mental image of them grasping her bare ass cheeks as she ground obscenely on his lap quickly flashed across her consciousness.

“Evie Summer.”

“Nice to meet you, Miss Summer.”

A new warmth began to spread through her body as she relaxed back into the padded cushion of her new sun lounger. A wild flurry of inappropriate thoughts whipped around inside her head and took the form of her new gardener. What started as a gentle ache between her thighs soon blossomed until it begged for a hand to be slipped down inside her bikini bottoms. She dared not risk the embarrassment of getting caught though. For now, Evie knew she would have to be content with just the pleasurable torment of her wicked imagination.

Night brought with it no relief from the relentless heat that smothered everything in an oppressive shroud. Evie tossed and turned until eventually kicking off the damp bed cover that stuck to her skin. When she eventually drifted off, carried away in the arms of Morpheus, it was not ice cream cones and air conditioning that she dreamt of. It was Mark that tiptoed quietly into her dreams, materialising silently like a shape in the mist. Although she was initially flustered by his presence, he soon became a welcome figment of her fantasy. A coy smile curled her moist lips as in her mind he slowly undressed for her. The foreplay was slow and excruciating but preceded a vigorous and most savage mauling. He was like a wild animal between the sheets, grasping and pinning her body as they writhed against each other. He gave no quarter and took whatever it was that he wanted.

Evie awoke in the early hours, gasping for breath as her body shook with the flood with adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her cheeks burned a hot red and her sheets were soaked with sweat. She didn’t care how improper her fantasy might have been. It was what she now craved. Her body burned, adrift on a boiling sea of sexual frustration. She was slowly drowning in the desperate, urgent need to fuck.

Evie slipped her hand into her damp panties and roughly finished the job her dream of Mark had started. She strummed her clit with a desperation and hunger that only a gut-wrenching orgasm can sate. She bit her bottom lip to keep from calling out into the silence of 4 am, then melted into her pillow as her body was set ablaze. Her arms and legs clenched up tight, then shook as her climax tore through her from head to toe. She shuddered and twitched through an endorphin high the likes of which she had never known, before slipping into a deep and peaceful sleep.


Evie leaned on the worktop and watched Mark in a dreamy haze from the large kitchen window. He had been out in the garden all morning, working hard to tidy up her poorly maintained backyard. She’d been keeping an eye on him since he’d first arrived, gazing longingly across the dry, dusty lawn as she distractedly tapped her fingernails on the black-slate kitchen counter. Hot sweat had soaked into his steel gray t-shirt, leaving dark patches visible on the worn cotton. Much to her delight, the moisture made it cling to his body, wrapping it tightly around his muscled torso.

All of southern California was now officially in a heat wave and by high noon, everything not in the shade was mercilessly scorched by the midday sun. Evie rested her head on her hands and stared at the young man. He was tall, athletic, and exceptionally handsome. The memory of the night before flitted across her mind as she admired his raw sexuality. She wondered if he had any inkling of the effect he had had on her. She wondered if he had a girlfriend and if she had enjoyed the attention last night that she now craved.

Fantasising about Mark was a dangerous game. Just the thought of him peeling off his sweat-soaked clothes had once again made a hot sticky mess of her panties. In bed the night before, it was the scandalous thoughts of that young man which had started something her fingers had needed to finish. She’d only known him one day and he was already becoming a perilous addiction.

After a few hours slaving over the brittle, straw-like grass and the oily hot metal of her neglected mower, Mark’s work was finished and he came in out of the heavy, oppressive heat. He looked sun-beaten and tired as he trudged in through the back door into the shade. His shirt was soaked with sweat and smeared with grease from the old rust-bucket he’d been pushing around her lawn. Before she could make a friendly comment about his mucky appearance, Mark peeled off his t-shirt and hung it over the back of a chair. Evie’s eyes fixed on a washboard stomach so hard it made her gasp. One word slipped from her lips before she could think to stop herself.


“What was that?” asked Mark.

“Hmm?” she replied and flashed him a quick smile as though she hadn’t mumbled anything. “You’ve done a really fantastic job today. Here, you look like you could use one of these.”

Mark took the bottle of water Evie had offered him and drank the mercifully cold liquid before letting out a sigh of relief.

“Oh God, I needed that,” gasped Mark with a toast of his half-empty water bottle. “Thanks, Miss Summer.”

“You’re welcome.”

From the moment Mark stepped through the back door his eyes had been glued to Evie’s slim figure. She’d purposely picked one of her sexier outfits to wear as a kind of conscious flirtation. Thin shoulder straps held a light white viscose which plunged daringly deep at the front. The boy had been her eye-candy all morning, so why not return the favour? Evie casually leaned back against the edge of the large oak kitchen table. She’d been waiting for Mark to take his shirt off all morning and now that he had, admiring his body from just a few feet away was heavenly. It was like her own private striptease, yet unfortunately, one that stopped at the top half.

“Must be hard work pushing that heavy thing around. You look like you’re pretty fit though.”

“Oh, thanks,” he responded, “I like to work out. You know, keep in good shape.”

“You’re certainly doing that.”

Evie flashed him a quick smile which Mark returned with an embarrassed sort of grin. He was playing it coy, but she knew Mark had a crush on her. She’d caught him checking her out over the fence the day before and he had been doing the same when he’d first shown up that morning at the house. She hadn’t helped matters by pretending to have overslept and answering the door in her panties and a baggy old t-shirt. Mark had practically drooled at the sight of her shapely bottom in a pair of bubblegum-pink cheekies.

The look in his eyes as he’d stared at her was one hundred and eighty proof, triple-distilled lust. Young men that age always had about them an air of animalistic hunger when around half naked women. They craved sex – it was the hormones. Even glancing at him now she didn’t know whether wanted to fuck her or eat her. To be honest either would have been fine with her. What she did know, however, was that her poor pussy had been aching at the thought of it all afternoon.

Evie took a deep breath and tried to think of something to take her mind off the half-naked Adonis stood six feet away from her in her kitchen. She ran through everything she could think of: items to add to the grocery shopping list, things to take to the barbecue at the Anderson’s next Sunday, the big fat cock stuffed into the front of Mark’s shorts. The heat was driving her fucking crazy.

Evie was struggling with the justification of saying something to Mark. What if she did say something but he took it the wrong way? What if she offered herself to him without condition he rejected her advances? Evie swallowed hard and made a decision. It wasn’t enough anymore just to watch him from the window and imagine touching his hot, naked body. She’d spiraled helplessly into a vicious cycle and now craved nothing but to taste him. A leap of faith was required if she was going to slake her thirst.

“Mark,” Evie said quietly.

“Yeah?” he replied, before taking another long drink from the water bottle.

“Would you like me to suck your cock?”

There was a bulging of his cheeks before the boy spat up his drink so hard Evie thought it was going to come out of his eyes. She watched as the water sprayed from his mouth like a park sprinkler and covered most of the top of the kitchen counter. As he coughed and spluttered trying to catch his breath, the rest of what he’d been trying to swallow trickled down his smooth, muscled chest.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” Mark babbled, staring at the dripping countertop. “I don’t know what happened.”

“That’s all right. It’s only water.”

He flashed her an apologetic smile as she started to dab up the droplets with some tissue. He was clearly embarrassed about what she’d just said and Evie thought that was cute. He was a hunk of a young man and must have been drowning in attractive young girls, yet he became all flustered when she flirted with him.

She again perched her bottom on the edge of the kitchen table, but this time parted her legs slightly and leaned back to rest on her hands. As her back arched provocatively, her breasts rose and pushed out against the thin fabric of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra and knew her nipples were visible through the almost sheer material. More importantly, the hem of her light dress slowly rode up to mid-thigh exposing just the tiniest glimpse of her panties underneath.

“It’s so hot,” she said to herself in a seductive whisper. Evie tilted her head back and swished her long brunette hair from side to side. She could feel beads of sweat trickling down between her breasts. Her skin had flushed a hot pink colour despite the fact that she was wearing as little fabric as she could get away with before technically being naked.

“Roasting,” mumbled Mark in agreement.

Evie opened one eye and glanced at the young man, only to see him staring intently at the gap between her legs. As soon as he noticed her watching, he quickly looked away.

“So?” she asked him.


“I asked if you’d like me to suck your cock.” Evie looked straight into his wide eyes which looked genuinely shocked. It felt a little like teasing your prey before going in for the kill. “You didn’t answer.”

Mark’s mouth hung open like he was catching flies, but there was an unmistakable swelling in the front of his shorts which was beginning to tighten the cotton.

“You were serious?!”

Evie didn’t answer, she just sauntered casually over to the topless boy and without saying a word, slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of him. She spoke quietly as her fingers began to unbutton the waistband of his shorts.

“Yes, I was.”

“Woah, Miss Sum…”

“Shhh,” Evie whispered as she lowered Mark’s shorts to his ankles.

The impressive bulge in his navy blue boxer shorts made her pussy clench. She ran her hand over the swollen length, caressing it through the thin cotton as she imagined how good it would feel to finally wrap her lips around it.

“Come on, when’s the last time a pretty girl gave you a blow job?”

“Actually, it’s been a while,” he replied in a tense voice.

“Really?” asked Evie, more than a little surprised. “I’d have thought a handsome guy like you would be drowning in sorority hotties.”

“I’m a bit shy,” mumbled Mark.

Evie gripped his boxers at the elastic waist and peeled them down to join his shorts on the floor.

“I can help you with that if you want.”

With one hand she gripped his hard, hot flesh which had sprung up once freed from its restraints in his underwear. He sighed as her fingers closed around his throbbing erection.

“That feels so good.”

“Just relax,” she whispered as she circled his smooth scrotum with her thumb and index finger, then tugged downwards gently until he gasped.

Evie couldn’t believe she was actually on her knees in front of Mark. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel the flood of adrenaline hit her bloodstream as she thought about what was to come. The prim and proper Evelyn Summer was slowly dissolving into a horny, cock-hungry slut who was licking her lips at the thought of forbidden fellatio.

Mark’s cock was fucking gorgeous. It was long and thick with a large, circumcised head. Textbook dick. Even his balls were big and heavy in her hand just as she liked. That just meant he was desperately in need of some loving female attention, thought Evie.

“It has been a while, huh? Aww, you poor thing,” she cooed.

Mark was the first guy she’d touched sexually since her ex-boyfriend had run off with a little barmaid whore before Christmas. It wasn’t until that moment, grasping his hard dick in her hands, that she realised how much she’d missed the intimate human contact. She knew seducing Mark was wrong, but she no longer cared. Evie looked up at him and in a soft, husky voice, whispered quietly the words every young man his age wants to hear.

“I’m going to suck you dry.”

“Oh fuck!” hissed Mark as the swollen head of his cock slipped between Evie’s lips.

Her mouth felt so hot on his sensitive skin that it almost burned. He gripped the edge of the kitchen counter tightly as her tongue seared a path of indescribable pleasure around his sensitive glans. Their gaze met as he looked down and she looked up. He watched with growing excitement as her head began to bob up and down, slowly taking more and more of his cock into her mouth each time.

Evie could tell from Mark’s expression that his sexual experience was limited. She loved the way he looked at her. His eyes were starting to get heavy with the haze of sexual pleasure, but the hunger was still there. She could already feel his balls tightening and knew he wouldn’t be able to last long. Dizzy with the excitement and lewdness of the act, she relaxed her jaw and slid his big cock all the way down her throat until her nose was buried in his trimmed patch of dark pubic hair. He smelled musky and masculine which was just how she’d fantasised.

When she pulled back and let Mark’s cock slip free of her mouth, it shot straight up and slapped against his abdomen, glistening with a liberal coating of her saliva. The vigour of youth, she mused and smiled to herself before angling it back down and swallowing it eagerly. Mark moaned and rolled his hips forward, unable to control how his body was reacting. His tight frame tingled head to toe as his muscles trembled, desperate to release the pent up tension. His balls started to ache as Evie continued to tug them downwards away from his crotch.

She bobbed her head up and down steadily, only breaking the metronomic rhythm in order to gaze up into his eyes as she twirled her tongue around his swollen head. The way she flicked it quickly over the sensitive tight skin on the underside of his dick made him clench his teeth. Working just the tip, Evie’s full lips sucked and flared back and forth over the prominent ridge of his cock. She could feel the fire burning between her thighs and the throbbing, desperate need for an orgasm starting to consume her. She released Mark’s gorgeous shaved balls and slipped her hand down inside the wet, lacy material of her underwear.

She split her hot, swollen peach with two fingers and plunged them deep inside her quivering core. Evie couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so sexually aroused. Her nipples were so tight they ached as the light summer fabric of her dress brushed against them, and her clit throbbed as it rubbed against her palm.

Mark started to groan. He sounded like he was in pain but nothing could have been further from the truth. It reverberated from deep inside his heaving chest and made Evie shiver from head to toe. She could tell he was starting to feel the pressure build within.

“Oh, fuck, Miss Summer!”

“You gonna come for me?” asked Evie as she frantically strummed her fingers over her clit, each digit slick with her sweet, sticky cum.

Mark just nodded his head with his eyes clamped tightly shut.

“Come in my mouth, Mark. I want to swallow every drop.”

The dirty talk had its intended effect on the young man. Sacrificing her own climax, Evie quickly pulled her hand free of her panties and shuffled forward on her knees. She wrapped her arms around his slim waist and grasped his firm bare buttocks. With his entire throbbing length buried deep in her throat, she felt Mark’s tight arse clench hard in her hands as he began to come.

“Fuuuck,” he growled loudly.

Mark threw his head back and gritted his teeth as the most intense orgasm of his life rocked his body. Every muscle in his abdomen flexed and contorted with each pulsating jet of cum that surged from his core erupting from his iron cock. The sensation of Evie’s throat tightening as she held him buried inside her was mind-blowing. Slowly she pulled back and allowed Mark to fill her mouth with the rest of his seed. She felt his hard flesh throb with each tight clench until the poor thing shook all over. When he had finally shuddered his last and slumped back heavily against the kitchen counter, Evie slowly savoured then swallowed the sweetest taste of impropriety.

The muscles in Mark’s back and thighs twitched uncontrollably as he gasped for air. His white knuckles betrayed the effort it was taking to remain standing as he held onto the edge of the counter for support. Evie sat back on her haunches and allowed Mark’s saliva-slicked cock to slip from her mouth. She stood up slowly and licked from her top lip a stray drop of cum. Despite her heart pounding furiously in her chest at the outrageous act she had just committed on her knees, she couldn’t help but smile as she looked at the contentment on the young man’s face. She ran a single, manicured finger down Mark’s chest between his pecs, and then slipped it into her mouth to savour the salty taste of her efforts.

“You bad boy,” she whispered with a smile.

When Mark was once again able to think straight, he pulled his boxers and shorts up from the floor and re-dressed. Evie just watched him, still able to taste the remnants of his semen on her lips. They caught each other’s gaze and both smiled as Mark was buttoning up his shorts.

“I’m sorry that I have to dash off,” said Mark in an apologetic tone as he slung his dirty t-shirt over his shoulder. “I should really have left a while ago.”

“Do you really need to go already?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty late as it is,” he replied and started walking unsteadily towards the front door. Evie loved the fact that he’d come so hard his legs weren’t yet working properly.

“No, that’s all right. I understand. Thank you for helping me out today, Mark.”

“No problem,” he replied, and wondered what exactly it was that she was referring to.

“Perhaps you could come over again tomorrow?”

The flirtatious smile she flashed him as they reached the front door made Mark grin like an idiot. Evie nibbled on her bottom lip and leaned against the wall like a young girl asking a boy out on a first date. To seal the deal, Evie traced a fingertip between the swell of her glossy, flushed breasts and gave him a puppy-dog look. The young man swallowed hard as he stared intently at her supple flesh.

“I could do that,” Mark nodded. “Do you want me to spend the day in the garden?”

“Actually,” Evie leaned forward and pressed her breasts into his hot, bare chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I was thinking you could spend the day in me.”

Mark’s breath caught in his throat as her lips brushed against his and she planted on him a slow, passionate kiss. She ran her tongue over his tight lips until he loosened up enough to return the gesture as she wanted. Even his mouth tasted good.

“Don’t be so nervous,” she chided playfully when their lips parted.

“About tomorrow,” he started with a more confident smile. “I might have to check my calendar.”

“Oh really?” Evie replied with a knowing smirk. “You do that.”

Mark opened the front door and stumbled over his own feet as he backed across the front porch. Watching where he was going would have helped him considerably but his eyes preferred the view of Evie Summer leaning against the door frame. She giggled at his clumsiness as she watched him leave. As he reached the sidewalk, Mark turned back with a huge smile on his face that he was unable to contain any longer.

“I’ll be here bright and early!”

Miami Heat

As night descended and smothered the stifling heat of the daylight hours, South Beach became a shameless hotbed of sex, drugs, and tequila. The streets baked so hot under the merciless midday sun, that you could still feel the heat rising from the sidewalk concrete late into the night. Beautiful women sauntered from one bar to the next wearing just enough clothing to keep them legal, but not so much as to discourage the attentions of lonely, wealthy men.

The dusk air was filled with the tantalising scents of fresh Caribbean cuisine. The rich, sweet aromas of spicy pork, jerk chicken, and flame-grilled peppers drifted down the streets on a gentle breeze that blew in from the ocean.

Gaudy neon lights bathed the art deco buildings in splashes of eye-catching colour which bled from one shade to the next, whilst the beat of the drums and the throbbing strum of acoustic guitar strings breathed a new life onto the street once the sun set below the horizon. The hypnotic sounds spilled enticingly from the open doorways of hotels and nightclubs, as bright and as colourful as the costumes of the Havana carnival. The Latino rhythm was Miami’s melodic heartbeat.

Sereno was one of the newest and most luxurious bars in town. Small, brightly painted wooden crates held piles of fresh citrus fruits, ripe strawberries, and tight bunches of crisp mint leaves. Bottles of rare liqueurs lined the backlit bar, as stacks of sparkling chilled glasses sat waiting for an expertly crafted cocktail to be poured into them. From the chestnut leather armchairs in the softly lit corners of the room drifted the smooth smoke of expensive cigars, and the rich roast of café cubano espressos. It was, in a word, refined.

Kaylee rested her elbows on the bar as she blew bubbles into her sixth mojito. She twirled the black plastic straw around her mouth with her tongue and tried to shape the crushed ice into a pyramid. She’d been stood up. After two hours of clock-watching, the last little spark of hope that her date had just been running late had fizzled out. All she had left was an expensive bar tab and an empty apartment.

The alcohol had done little to cool her temper. Time and money had been spent making a real effort to look fantastic. Her already down-and-out credit card had taken yet another beating over a french manicure at Paul-Eric Sinclair, and an embarrassingly expensive thong from a boutique shop on Purdy Avenue. She was showered, shaved, plucked, and polished, now looking every single cent of a million dollars.

“I’m pretty, aren’t I?” she’d asked the bartender earlier when nursing her fourth drink. He’d just smiled in a polite manner and glided down to the other end of the bar to avoid further questioning.

Finally admitting defeat, Kaylee decided to call it a night. She couldn’t afford to drink there anyway. Her glass clinked into the last one as she haphazardly dropped it back onto the bar. The rum was working its magic.

“He stand you up, hon?”

“Hmm?” Kaylee hadn’t even noticed the attractive older woman sat next to her. She was tall and slim, with long copper-coloured hair, and a soft friendly smile. “Yeah… fucking dick.”

“Sorry about that. You fancy another?”

“I’ve already had six,” mumbled Kaylee holding up five fingers.

“Well, one more can’t hurt, right?” chuckled the woman. “What’s your name?”

“Kaylee. You?”

“Lauren,” she replied, and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Kaylee took a moment to admire the woman’s jewellery; her fingers twinkled with enough ice to buy a beach condo. “Do you have any plans now?”

Kaylee gave her last glass a gentle, drunken shove with her index finger and grinned.

“Yep. I’m gonna go home and climb into bed.”

“Could be more fun to climb into someone else’s,” the woman purred.

Kaylee paused with her hand on the back of her bar stool. As drunk as she was, she didn’t miss the come-on. The woman just flashed her a playful smile and tapped her fingernails on the polished mahogany.

“Are you hitting on me?”

No reply was forthcoming. The woman simply lifted a chilled Martini glass to her lips and casually sipped her orange peel cocktail.

“Listen, I’m flattered and all, really, but I’m not gay.”

“Nor am I,” replied the woman. Kaylee hesitated as Lauren moved closer, thinking she was leaning in for a kiss. Instead, she whispered softly so that no one else could overhear. “I’d like you to fuck my husband.”

“You’d like me… what?

“I like to watch pretty little things like you make him come.”

That was her cue to leave. Kaylee stood up and wavered on unsteady legs as she tried to make her exit. Before she could step away from the bar stool, a tight grip seized her wrist.

“Five thousand.”


Such a proposition would normally have seemed absurd to Kaylee, but five grand was a hell of a lot of money. Paying off her credit card bills and getting up to date with the rent was a reality.

Miami swarmed with hookers once it got dark, and you’d be hard pushed to find one charging a tenth of what she’d been offered even for the most kinky pleasures. It seemed sensible to figure that her appeal to the couple was fairly straightforward, it was just a game. The wealthy like to buy things that aren’t for sale.

Lauren left the lights off as they stepped into the dark hotel room. She latched the door closed behind them, cutting off the spill of warm light from the hallway. As Kaylee’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see a faint glow of multicoloured lights spilling in through the large panoramic windows on the far side of the room. She placed her clutch bag down on a table next to a vase full of fresh flowers and took a few tentative steps forward.

“Hello?” she said nervously.

Kaylee froze when she heard a noise from a low leather armchair in front of the window. She could just make out the silhouette of a man sat there, his hand hanging over the side as he gently placed a drink onto a glass topped table. The ambient illumination from outside cast a stark contrast of his profile.

“Come closer.”

His voice was deep and rich like double cream. Kaylee felt the gentle tingle of an adrenaline rush begin to flood her body. She walked over slowly, stopping barely six feet in front of the man. Without even thinking about it, she ran her hands down over her dress to smooth it out. Nothing was said as she stood there in front of him, but the subtle shift of his dark form indicated that he was admiring her body.

“What is your name?”

“Kaylee,” she replied quietly.

“You’re very beautiful, Kaylee.”

“Thank you.”

She couldn’t see the features of his face clearly, but Kaylee imagined him to be smiling.

“Don’t be shy. Come,” he beckoned calmly and held out his hand.

The money had been the bait, but his voice was most definitely the hook. It flowed from his lips and poured all over her body like thick honey. Kaylee had spent the entire afternoon craving the hot sex that the night had promised, and now she had the opportunity to throw caution to the wind and satisfy her hunger. Lust and greed were quickly winning over her trepidation. She was desperately in need of some cash and a good hard fucking.

Kaylee’s inner-slut hitched up the bottom of her dress and slowly straddled the mystery man’s lap. He let out a little hum of approval as she rested her hands on his chest. He was wearing suit trousers which rubbed against her inner thighs, and a crisp white shirt unbuttoned to mid-chest. Kaylee fingers traced a path along his clean-shaven cheek as she nibbled on her bottom lip. He was handsome, just as she’d hoped he would be.

“Would you like to have some fun?”

Kaylee nodded before leaning in tentatively to touch her lips to his. Her tongue slipped into his mouth on a sigh as his hands reached around and clasped her firm bottom. She could smell a gorgeous, rich cologne warmed by his body as their tongues stroked against each other. The subtle hints of amber and Sicilian lemon made her want to tear his clothes off and devour him right there. She ran her fingers through his hair and across his scalp as they kissed with enthusiasm. A lingering residue of sweet rum and lime from her Cuban cocktails at the bar still coated her lips.

Kaylee took a deep breath as his fingertips stroked up her back and caressed her shoulders. In one slow movement, he slipped off the thin straps and peeled her dress all the way down to her waist. Her nipples were puckered and achingly firm. She wanted so badly for him to take them into his warm mouth and suck on them.

Red, blue, and green lights splayed across her torso, hugging each curve and crevice of her bare body. He groaned his approval before sitting up and embracing her with his strong arms. The heat of his mouth burned as it closed over her right areola and latched onto her breast. The sensation sent a shiver of excitement rippling down through Kaylee’s spine. Determined hands held his head to her chest which swelled each time he sucked and nibbled on her sensitive flesh.

A quiet, intimate whimper emanated from the shadows in the far corner of the room. Kaylee had forgotten all about the man’s wife being there.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered reassuringly, noting her sudden tension. “My wife just likes to watch. Don’t you, darling?”

“Mmm hmm,” Lauren moaned.

His tongue seared a trail between the valley of her heaving breasts as it travelled ever upwards. She trembled as he kissed her throat and stroked the nape of her neck with his large hands. In the sultry heat of a midsummer Miami night, and embraced in the fever of his carnal hunger, Kaylee could feel her body slowly melting under his touch.

“Suck my cock, Kaylee.”

So simple a request, it would have been impolite to decline. Kaylee grasped his thighs and forced his legs apart as she slipped down between them. Willing to let things progress further, her hands began to wander over his crotch. He was already hard. The throbbing she felt as she wrapped her fingers around his bulge made her grin.

The black leather belt clattered to the floor as she slowly unbuckled it, then slipped it free from his trousers. The couch creaked as he relaxed back into it a little further. He unbuttoned the rest of his shirt one pearlescent button at a time as Kaylee’s nimble fingers unzipped his trousers and reached inside. She let out a playful hum of approval as she gripped his thick cock. His flesh was hot and hard in her hand. She pulled it free of its restraint along with his perfectly shaved balls. She absolutely loved a smooth ball sack on a man.

Kaylee glanced up and could just make out a glint of light in his eyes as she lowered her mouth to his throbbing dick. It seemed to swell even bigger as she wrapped her lips around his swollen head. Her tongue agonisingly lapped all around the edge of his glans, teasing him, before she began to suck. A deep, soft moan rumbled from his chest as her head started to bob up and down.

Fingers ran through her hair gently as she eagerly enveloped more of his erection with her warm mouth. He didn’t push her head down, but she felt his hips start to rock a little as she built up a rhythm. Just the indecent thought of sucking a stranger’s cock made her pussy twitch. She loved giving head.

With a little ‘pop’ as her mouth released his length, it slapped against his stomach and lay there glistening coated with her saliva. Kaylee ran the flat of her tongue down the underside of his throbbing dick and began to lick his balls. She sucked one into her mouth and rolled it around, enjoying the sound of the man’s fingers grasping tightly on the arm of the chair.

The reality of the situation had faded under a haze of urgent lust. Kaylee’s knees ached as she kelt on the floor, but all she could think about was the gorgeous cock that she was servicing for a man whose name she did not know. A service she was providing for money.

“The bed,” he instructed breathlessly.

Kaylee rose up and teetered on shaky legs before kicking off her heels. She shimmied her scrunched up dress down over her bottom and thighs until it pooled around her feet. Their eyes never left each other as he also undressed and left each piece of clothing scattered across the floor. His thick cock stood proud and swung from side to side as he climbed up onto the bed and lay back, resting his head on the soft pillows.

The luxuriously soft duvet ruffled as she climbed up onto the bed. Kaylee threw her leg over his body and straddled his waist, casting a quick glance to the armchair which sat two feet away. Lauren’s hand was nestled inside her panties, rubbing up and down slowly as she unashamedly pleasured herself. The look on her face was one of lustful excitement.

Kaylee could feel the heat emanating from between her legs. Her pussy was swollen and aching with anticipation. It was that dull, throbbing ache that begs you to touch it, to tease it, to plunge something hot and hard inside it over and over until you come, gasping desperately for breath. The sort of hot, tingling ache that tells you how much of a cum-soaked mess you are down there without you even having to take off your panties.

“I want to taste you,” came the smooth, deep words of a hungry man.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Kaylee stood up on the bed and looked down at him. She hooked her thumbs into her expensive little thong and peeled it off, dropping the wet scrap of fabric onto the pillow next to his head. Her hands rested on the headboard for support as she slowly squatted down, stopping just as her enflamed pussy spread just above his mouth. She could hear him breathing in the scent of her arousal.

Her eyes drooped and slowly closed as he began to eagerly lap at her sex. The fuzzy warmth of a sexual daydream had kept her on edge all day as she’d imagined a long night of debauchery with last-chance let-down. Now a real man was feasting on her like he’d been starving for a week.

Little pants and whimpers escaped from her mouth with each impatient lick. Her toes curled into the sheets as his tongue parted her swollen lips and delved inside her core. She reached down and held his head, two fists of his dark hair clenching tighter and tighter as her breathing became heavier. All that mattered now were the hot sensations radiating from her crotch as she ground her aching, slick cunt against his mouth.

A sigh of delight drew Kaylee’s eye back to the chair. Lauren’s black dress was now hitched up around her waist, and her panties slipped down around her ankles. Skilful fingers were eagerly rubbing and squeezing her swollen labia as she watched the two of them. Any apprehension Kaylee might have had about the wife watching had faded the second she’d felt a mouth between her legs.

Without warning, two fingers burrowed into her split peach and began to curl upwards in a stroking motion. When his fingertips rubbed against her g-spot, she sucked in a violent breath through clenched teeth and swallowed hard. Kaylee quivered and throbbed as her already tingling nerve endings were subjected to a new torture. The emptiness she felt when his fingers eventually slipped free from her pussy lasted as long as it took him to slowly ease them inside her ass.

The world spun violently. Kaylee’s eyes rolled back into her head as her little pucker stretched to accommodate the penetration. When his two fingers were buried deep inside her tight little bottom, he clamped his mouth on her tender clit and began to suck it hard.

Kaylee was desperate to come, so very desperate, but she had a fierce and urgent need to fuck. Saliva pooled as she spat onto her palm and reached back to rub it onto his cock. She shuffled back and lined up his shaft with her pouting cunt. In one smooth motion, she lowered herself down and let his stiff cock plunge into her slick depths until she sat on his waist. With his throbbing length of scorching hot flesh finally buried balls-deep inside her, she bit into her bottom lip and silently thanked God for being born a woman.

A slow rocking motion eventually became a bounce as she built up a rhythm. Harder and harder she slapped down onto his groin as she rode him faster with a lust-filled frenzy. It felt so fucking good! His ragged breathing and the urgent grasping of her hips told her he was starting to feel the pressure.

Hurriedly, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled Kaylee forward to rest on her hands and knees. He quickly shuffled behind her and held her waist tightly as he roughly thrust back inside. Kaylee cried out in delight as his fat cock stretched her wide. Her tangled hair was pulled back hard as he drove into her again and again relentlessly. Kaylee liked it rough.

The bed rocked back and forth causing the ornate headboard to bang against the wall as she was fucked harder than she’d ever been. In her current position, Kaylee had no option but to watch the man’s wife as she enjoyed the show. Lauren’s fingers strummed across her clit with ever increasing speed as she stared intently.

Kaylee could feel the distant rumble of an approaching cataclysm. Her stomach was starting to cramp and her legs were tightening up. Each time his hips impacted with her ass cheeks, Kaylee’s painfully erect nipples rubbed against the bed sheets as her body rocked forward. Just that friction on her delicate skin kept her reeling as her breathing became more and more broken. She now gasped for each desperate breath.

With a low growl of animalistic intensity, the tight fist gripping her hair forced her back to arch as the hard cock buried deep inside her cunt began to pulsate. Kaylee’s bruised pussy clamped tight as the searing heat of a violent orgasm swelled and surged through her shaking body. An agonising cramping of her legs and back made her tremble before eventually dissipating into a torrid, tingling wave of euphoria. She could feel the hard body pressed against her jerking as he pumped copious amounts of hot cum deep inside her body. In the chair, Lauren’s legs shook quietly and her face rose to the heavens in silent prayer as her own orgasm took control.

Their sweat-covered bodies collapsed onto the bed utterly spent by the effort. The prickling heat felt so hot that they might burst into flames at any second. Several minutes passed where the only sound in the room was that of their ragged breathing. When some strength returned to her limbs, Kaylee lifted her body from underneath the dead-weight and whispered in his ear softly as she rose.

“I needed that as much as you did.”

Quietly and in the dark, Kaylee collected her clothes from the floor and got dressed. She plucked her seventy-five dollar thong from the pillow and slipped the damp fabric back on as a playful smile curled her lips. She could feel his cum trickling into the expensive lace.

The wife stood up and wiggled her hips as she lowered the hem of her dress. Quickly but quietly, she tiptoed over to the wardrobe and tapped a six-digit pin number into the wall safe inside. Despite knowing she was due payment for services rendered, Kaylee’s eyes still went wide as she was handed a stack of crisp fifty dollar bills. She’d never seen so much money. Considering the state of her body and the sweaty palm she held the bills in, surprisingly they didn’t feel dirty. She quickly stuffed the cash into her clutch bag and tiptoed to the hotel room door.

“That was, erm…”

Lauren was still breathless. Her flushed cheeks glowed in the light that flooded into the dark room from the open doorway. She ran her fingers through her tousled hair and smiled shyly.

“Good night, Kaylee.”

“Good night,” Kaylee replied as the door slowly latched shut.

Warm Sunshine

We linger awhile upon the grass
Where chequered shadows of clouds doth pass,
Shrouding the sun and its warming rays reach
Before passing on to let the summer heat preach.

How quiet it is, this peaceful scene,
As though all were lost and no longer seen.
Washed away with the last heavy rain
So that you and I are all that remain.

A sight more beautiful could not be seen
Surrounded by flowers in rich pastures green,
And fruit-bearing boughs that hang heavy and deep,
Rich with ripe harvest now ready to reap.

The clouds bloom amber in the soft-dying day
And a playful breeze dances amid the rolling reeds sway.
It is the perfume of summer on warm days like these
That could calm any soul to a soft peaceful ease.

All except I who wish to fall into bliss:
The mellow fruitfulness of your soft swollen kiss.
My thoughts cannot hide, thus were to be caught,
A mind laid bare without innocent thought.

She who hath only an ember of fire
Whose heat slowly spreads to ignite a desire,
To kiss tenderly your lips of rich mellow wine
As we drink our fill of the warm sunshine.