NAUGHTY CINDY: Five Hardcore Sex Erotica Shorts (2 page)

The groom, Paul, walked anxiously among his guests, trying to keep his eyes down in case his fiancée suddenly appeared. He was tall and handsome and resembled Prince William. People often joked that he and his soon to be wife, Rosa, were the American Will and Kate. He was blonde, an Air Force captain, and she was a lovely brunette who taught elementary school and baked wedding and special occasion cakes as a side business. She had her mother’s exotic Latina looks. Both Paul and
Rosa  came
from prominent families who were well-to-do. They were an all American couple, and many people were excited to see them get married.

Rosa sat in a bed
a
n
d
breakfast hotel a couple of miles up the road. It had been Paul’s idea to get married in the middle of nowhere, and while she didn’t mind the seclusion, it had been hard to get everything up the mountains and ready for such a
big
wedding.  But she finally sat on the bed, clad in nothing but her bridal lingerie: white 36D push up bra, white lace thong panties, white lace stockings, and a bright red garter belt. The belt had been her idea, much to the chagrin of her mom. It did look slightly trashy when she looked at herself in the mirror, but who was gonna know?

A loud tr
uck pulled into the parking lot.
Rosa peeked out of her window to see who it was. The truck door slammed and a tall man with dark hair got out. She immediately pulled back from the mirror, biting her full lower lip. It was Paul’s best man, Nick.

Where Paul was the ultimate good guy, Nick was the ultimate bad boy. Paul got straight A’s in high school and then joined the Air Force, Nick barely graduated because of truancy and
he
had attended the local community college for a semester or two. The two men were unlikely friends, but Paul had grown up next to Nick, and took him
along to many parties and events during Paul’s stint as a local airman. Paul was quick to want to settle down with
Rosa,
Nick went through at least two women a month. He had no qualms about telling them what they wanted to hear in order to get into their panties. And get into their panties he did.

Rosa would never forget the first time she met Nick. She had spent the day with Paul at the beach, and later that night they planned to join friends for a bonfire on the sand. Rosa had walked back to the truck to look for her jeans and a sweater when she realized that she had sand in her bikini bottoms. It was getting dark, and there was nobody around, so she stepped around to the back of the truck, slipped the bottoms off and started looking through her backpack for a fresh pair of panties. Suddenly she had the oddest feeling that someone was looking at her, and she was right! Nick was standing about five feet away in the bed of his own truck. He had been rummaging about, looking for a flashlight. She stood frozen for a moment, and then immediately crouched down, blocking his view with her backpack. “Don’t look at me!!” she cried out.

He grinned and jumped off the bed of the truck. Now he was maybe two feet from her. She awkwardly tried to scuttle away and promptly stumbled and fell. She was completely naked waist down. He pretended to shield his eyes, and then offered a hand to help her up. He had a rock hard erection that she
di
dn’t see
right away
.

“No, no thank you, I can do this!” She quickly stepped back into the sandy bikini bottoms (inside out) and then hastily put on her jeans. The zipper wouldn’t quite come up because her fingers were cold and jittery. He still stood there, pretending to shield his eyes.

“You, you must be Nick.” She couldn’t look at him anymore, but he straightened up and looked
at
her, his bright blue eyes dancing with mischief.

“I am. And you must be Rosa. Paul didn’t tell me you were an exotic Latina.” He said “Latina” very deliberately, enunciating each syllable as if it were a delicious morsel, perhaps of figs and honey.

“I think you are very sexy, Rosa.
Sand or no sand.
I‘m very glad to make your acquaintance.”
He took another step toward her and reached for her hand as if to kiss it.

Completely mortified, Rosa turned and sprinted up the beach towards their group of friends. She spent the rest of the night glued to Paul’s side, ignoring Nick’s subtle winks
and attempts to get her alone or sidle up next to her at the fireside. But after that night, he had been a perfect gentleman. She never told Paul what had happened that night in the parking lot. As far as she knew, Nick hadn’t told him either. And while she stood in the bridal suite of the local mountain town bed
a
n
d
breakfast, she could only wonder what Nick wanted with her. Deep down though, she knew.

There was a knock at her door. Rosa reached for her robe, and as she stepped into it, she left the tie around her waist slightly loose. Her cheeks were flushed with anticipation. Someone pounded on the door again, and she wobbled over towards it on watery knees.  Without asking who it was, she flung open the door.

Nick looked her over.
  
He opened his mouth to say something, but there were no words. With one swift motion he stepped into her room and cradled her smooth face with his large hand. He leaned in to kiss her gently, and shockingly she kissed him back!  She tasted like berries and smelled like baby shampoo. The door closed quietly behind him with a soft snap.

It was a long, tender kiss. She tasted his salty tongue, and the longer he firmly held her, the more and more she forgot that she was getting married in an hour.

Still kissing her, Nick slipped a hand under her robe near her shoulder. The pink robe fell softly to the floor to reveal her bridal lingerie ensemble and red garter belt. Nick glanced down at her body, and then took off his tuxedo jacket. She stood quietly watching him, her eyes hooded and sleepy. When he was completely shirtless, she stroked his hard muscular chest and gazed up at him almost apologetically.

“Nick, I’m getting married…today.”

“I know. That’s why I’m here now. I don’t want…to stop you. But I don’t want to stop this. I had to have you, Rosa. I’m sorry I didn’t have the balls to tell you the truth before. I had to have your hot body.” He kissed her hard before she could protest, and his strong arms encircled her waist. She melted into his kiss and then struggled free.

“Now, how am I supposed to fall for your line of bullshit? I’ve seen how many women you run around with! I’ve been
friends
with several of them. No. You don’t see me as special…just another fun time.
And what about Paul?!”
He tried to reach for her, but she was too flustered to really notice. “I’m getting
married
in
an hour!
” Actually, it was forty five minutes.

“Yeah, you’re getting married, you’re getting married. You’re going to marry Paul, and you will run off into the sunset and live a long and predictable life. So what’s the matter with having one last minute fling with a handsome devil
who
has a way with good girls?” He pretended to bow and she had to laugh in spite of herself.

He reached for her hand, and kissed her soft skin. There was something vital and electric about his touch, and with a deep sigh, she let it happen.  Then she shyly unsnapped her bra, and let him caress her full breasts. His pants slipped off, and then the secret lovers were on the bed, kissing and fondling each other. She straddled him as if to ride his cock, not sure what to do next.

“Take me into your mouth…please…” She’d never seen him look so vulnerable, and it was pretty cute. She lightly gripped his full cock in her hands, and started licking and sucking it while he writhed and cursed on the bed. She rubbed his balls with her tits and felt her nipples harden with excitement.

“I love your lips.”

“You’re going to sit through my wedding with my lipstick on your cock.” The dirty talk turned him on even more. She took him even deeper in her mouth, tasting the saltiness and relishing his full attention on her. As his
cock
swirled in her mouth, she could feel him becoming mor
e and more engorged and possibly
about to burst. Just
when s
he thought he couldn’t take any more, she
stopped sucking him off and laid
on her back, those perky tits pointing up at the ceiling.

“Want to fuck my mouth?”

“You have the dirtiest mouth
!…
Yes.”

He made his way slowly down her body, spending as much time as possible licking and sucking her breasts, his hard cock dribbling
precum
down her thighs and pussy. Then he moved up
straddling her chest
and let his
cock
drop down into her open, waiting mouth.

Nick began to pump, slowly at first and then faster and deeper. He closed his eyes and started to lose control, bucking hard and fast. Rosa gripped his ass with both hands, watching his strong body move rhythmically above hers.  She let him fuck her mouth as hard and deep as he wanted, and she felt her pussy become drenched with arousal.

Feeling her pussy ache and vibrate below her, Rosa moved a hand down to push into her slippery folds.  She cried out around Nick’s cock as she moved her fingers sliding in a matching rhythm deep inside her pussy.
Finally, as sweat began to bead on his forehead, Nick pulled out of Rosa’s mouth and came hard all over her tits and chest.
A moment later, Rosa bucked upward beneath him as her own orgasm raced through her taut body.

After a few minutes of panting and looking for Rosa’s bra, they made their way to the bathroom. Rosa immediately noticed all her lipstick was gone, her
eyeshadow
was a mess and there was no time to fix it, and Nick looked pink and disheveled. She laughed suddenly. To think of what she had done right before her wedding!
So much for being the good girl.

“Come
on,
help me get all this makeup off. And maybe you better drink some cool water, or something.”

“You look better without all that crap on your face.” They smiled at each other in the mirror. As they finished cleaning themselves up, Rosa became very quiet and serious.

“Paul must never find out about this.”

Nick looked at her sharply, unaware to this point that she was still planning to marry his best friend. He quickly adjusted his face and tried to look oblivious, but she was too quick for him.

“You thought I wasn’t going to go through with it.”

“I didn’t know what you wanted to do.”

“Well, you had your fun, right? That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

He tried a joke. “Well, isn’t that the whole point? It was just fun. It didn’t mean anything. Let’s get you to your wedding.”

“Well, is it going to be weird from now on?”

Nick looked at her, trying to avoid the feeling of panic in his chest. Was this how women felt when they’d been a mere sex toy? He didn’t enjoy the thought of being used and it had always been the other way around for him. He had no way of articulating his feelings into words.

“It won’t be weird. I won’t tell Paul.
Ever.”

Rosa realized what time it was and turned back to finish scrubbing the makeup off her face. She then walked out of the room to step into her dress and pin her veil to her dark locks. With the wedding ahead of her, she found it quite easy and necessary to shove this erotic interlude into the back of her mind, and they left the room separately to ride to the meadow, he in his truck, and she in a limousine.

As Paul’s fresh faced bride walked down the grassy aisle surrounded by wildflowers and loving friends and family, Nick stood dejected next to his ecstatic best friend. He hoped there would be an open bar at the reception that evening.

BIRTHDAY KISS

Wife Swap Chronicles Episode Two

an erotic short by
Cindy Jameson
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by
Naughty Daydreams Press

Sarah
Greggor
sighed as she turned to her guest with an
embarrassed
smile.  Tommy was working furiously in the control booth.  “I’m sorry, Sally.  This hasn’t happened before.”  The long-haired blonde beauty in front of Sarah smiled in return.

“It’s just one of those things, Sarah, so don’t worry about it.”

It had been horrible.  Right in the middle of her radio show, the microphones had blown and Tommy was busy trying to get older microphones synced up.  In the meantime, Sarah’s listeners were hearing classic rock and reassuring messages that the popular alternative radio show The Wife Swap Chronicles would be right back.

Finally, Tommy knocked on the window from the booth and held his hands up, counting down from ten.  Sarah sighed, turned her chair around, and spoke when Tommy reached zero.  “And welcome back, everyone.  I’d say I was sorry for the technical difficulty, but it gave me time for a quickie with Tommy in the control booth.”  She winked at Sally, who giggled for a moment.  “I’m here with Sally, our guest, and before the break, she was telling us about the special birthday gift she gave to her husband’s friend Andy. It was—”