Erotic Sex Stories - Adult Fiction

As a famous author once wrote, it was a "Dark and Stormy Night" as sea coast weather can often be. It was raining very hard, even by the sea coast standards that I was used to. The rain was almost snow. I was sitting in my car at the deserted ferry terminal. It was Thursday, and no ferries docked at this terminal this evening.

I remember the first time I met her. She worked at a car rental agency at the airport. I had reason to be in the terminal most every night and we struck up a casual conversation. This went on for several months. She was about 5'8", 145 lbs, brown hair and brown eyes. Her figure was shapely, and her breasts small but very attractive. Because of her job, she dressed conservatively, but there was a very sexy quality about her. Occasionally her blouse would gap a bit and I would get a glimpse of her bra covered breasts. I was fascinated. She had a wonderful personality. There were many people around always so our conversation was casual.

One evening, I was dropping a co-worker at her residence and was invited in by her mother for fresh cookies. I was about to go in and received a radio call that I was needed at the airport, at the car rental counter. Well, so much for the chocolate chip cookies. Duty called. I got to the airport, about a 5 minute drive, and went in. She had some information that I had asked about. We joked around and I mentioned that as much as I needed the information, it cost me some chocolate chip cookies. We laughed about it and I went on my way.

The next evening, I received another call to the airport. I went in and there on her counter was a plate of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. We talked a bit, over cookies and her customers and again I went on my way.

Being in a high visibility occupation, I was forced to be very cautious in my dealings with women, especially since I was married. I did get brave and wrote a note that said, simply, "Good Morning Lovely Lady," sealed it in an envelope and secretly dropped it into her purse that sat open on the side counter. I figured that in the morning she would notice the envelope and open it.

Coming back to the present, the rain was now falling as a very wet snow, and was starting to accumulate on the windshield of my car. I had the radio on the local soft music station, and had to start the engine to generate some heat as the outside temperature was about freezing. A car's headlights pulled into the deserted terminal, but it was just turning around.

It was a few days after the "note in the purse" incident before I saw her again. She tried to seem annoyed at my greeting, but didn't act the part very well. I could tell she was pleased. I had to be careful about spending too much time at the airport for fear that someone would "notice."

A couple weeks went by and my wife had a chance to fly off to a city about 700 miles away and then drive back. She would take the children. Without much thought, I encouraged her to go as I knew that she would enjoy the trip and get to see her parents. She would be gone about a week.

I was working day shift, which ended at 3pm. Saturday came along and I was off after the shift for two days. What to do with Saturday evening? There was nothing much at the theaters and even less on TV. I still had need of some information at the airport so I decided that probably a little off duty work was in order. I decided that I would call her up and see if the plane was going to be on time. My heart leapt as she answered the phone. We talked a bit and she told me that the plane was running a couple hours late so she was going to go home and feed her children and then come back as her husband was out of town. We talked a bit more and the subject of the fantastic milk shakes at the local drive-in restaurant. They were known everywhere. I said, in jest, "Why don't I buy you one after the flight leaves." She said "That would be great!" Boy was I surprised. We agreed that after the plane left we'd meet in the airport parking lot and go for a shake.

The next two hours were endless. I couldn't believe that she was going to spend a little time with me. I actually paced the floor in my apartment!

The plane came and went and I didn't get the information that I wanted. I went out to my car and she came out shortly. She was wearing a clear rain jacket, a zippered blue jean coat and grey slacks. I couldn't see what else she had on. She suggested that we go in her car as it was less known in the area. We went over to the drive up window and got two strawberry shakes. We pulled into the parking lot like a couple of teenagers and shut off the car. We sat in the car and watched it rain while we enjoyed the shakes. She un-zipped her raincoat as it warmed up in the car. She eventually un-zipped the jeans jacket also and disclosed a sheer white blouse. The dim lighting failed to reveal the exact design, but it was very alluring. We talked well past the shakes, and I asked if she'd like to go for a ride. She said she would and would I drive? I moved to the driver seat and we headed for an ocean overlook about 20 miles away.

It was snowing harder now as my wait at the ferry terminal lengthened. She had said about what time she'd be there but I had gotten there early. My windshield was completely snow covered, but the snow was so wet that it wasn't sticking on the ground. I sat back, turned up the music a little and let my mind wander.

We had sat at the overlook for awhile and just talked. It had stopped raining and a few stars could be seen. Finally I just sat looking at her and she at me. I reached over and kissed her. Our tongues met and we held each other tightly. I reached inside her jacket and felt her breasts. They were fairly small but firm. She reacted immediately to my touch. The blouse covering them was silky and pleasant to the touch. I slowly un-buttoned it, one button at a time. Her bra was white, and substantial. I lowered the straps and un-hooked it. We sat and enjoyed each other for awhile and decided that this overlook was a bit too public. We drove back toward town and went up to the community college, deserted at this hour. We parked on a side road and continued our exploration of each other. She began to feel guilty and we didn't make love that night. We sat for a long time and finally she dropped me back at my car.

The ten o'clock news came on the radio and it was now raining again, dissolving the wet snow that had been falling. A car pulled into the terminal and went slowly past. I could see that it wasn't her, but some other lady apparently on her way to a rendezvous. She stopped at the other end of the parking area and someone got out of a car and into hers. They drove off. I watched it as the rain turned to snow again. She said she'd meet me as close to 10 o'clock as she could. The news ended and the music began again. It rained harder.

I thought back to another rainy, stormy night when I was working swing shift, which ended at 11pm. She called about 10:30pm and said that she had to be at the downtown ferry terminal to meet the 11pm ship. I told her I'd stop by. It was quiet so I got to leave a few minutes early. She was there and we got into my car and headed south out of town. We had very little time as we were both expected home. We stopped at a secluded wayside and were in each others arms immediately. I undid her blouse and front closing bra and rubbed her nipples. They became instantly hard and her breath became short and ragged. I slid her slacks down over her narrow hips and removed her bikini panties. I removed my pants and entered her. I stroked her in and out and satisfaction came to both of us almost immediately there on the front seat of my car. There wasn't time for formality, but we had to have each other. We drove back to town and she sat very near to me. We talked about little things and each secretly hoped that this wouldn't be the last time we would be together.

I could see her car's headlights coming some distance off as the snow began to fall again. She pulled up and I got into her car. We drove off and headed north. We finally pulled into a small road that leads to a private harbor, totally deserted this time of the year. We stopped in the parking area and shut off the car. We were immediately in each other's arms. Both of us had good reasons to be away from home this evening so there was no pressing rush. I felt of her breasts thru her jacket. I could feel her arousal already. She was wearing a jacket, sweatshirt, sweater, blouse, camisole, and bra, along with heavy slacks. I commented that she was quite dressed, even considering the weather. She said that the reason was that she wanted to see me but knew we shouldn't make love so she "covered it all up." We slowly removed her clothing (and mine). Her bra was dainty and lacy. It was totally dark but my fingers gave me a better picture of it that I could have gotten with some light. I finally entered her and began slowly stroking my cock in and out of her warm, wet love canal. I took deep, loving strokes and I could feel her tensing up. She started to climax and just kept on the pinnacle of ecstasy as I tried to slow my own excitement. She stayed on the peak of climax for what seemed like forever. I finally couldn't stand it any more and I shot the biggest load of cum that I had ever given into her. I continued to move in and out of her as she subsided. Finally we napped in each other's arms as the rain fell and the wind rocked the car.

It soon became cold and we awoke and slowly dressed. We each knew that this would be the last time for us as I was being transferred as was her husband. We drove slowly back to the terminal where my car was parked and each went our separate ways. The rain was still falling as we parted and we promised each other that when we heard very hard rain on the roof, we would think of each other and to this day, I remember our Dark and Stormy Night whenever it rains.

I was working at my father's accounting office for the summer, I didn’t know a thing about the business, but I did know there was enough ass working there to keep me quite busy for the whole summer. I had my own office and my duties were to assist the office manager. Most of the time I was on the phone or at lunch.

I became friendly with a number of the women that worked in the back, as accountants and data entry operators. There was one women in particular that made my blood boil the minute I saw her. She was about 27 years old, black hair and green e yes. She was thin, and her breasts fit her frame being on the small side. I got to know Stephanie over the next week, having lunch with her and some other employees. I found out she had been married for a year when she was21, but couldn’t handle being tied down to one person. One afternoon I called Stephanie into my office, and asked her if she could stay late one night as we had estimates to get out and the other data entry operators could not stay. She agreed to stay the next night. As she walked out the door, I asked her if she wanted to have a drink after work, she didn’t answer, she smiled at me and said "No..I can't..but if you stay tomorrow night we can" "Okay...I'll se you later" I watched her ass walk down the hall, her grey skirt clinging to her hips, her bra straps visible through the back of her blouse.

The next day while I was back in the supply room, Stephanie walked in. "We're still on for tonight aren’t we?" "Of course.. I wouldn’t give up a drink with you. "She started blushing a little, her cheeks becoming red, she looked better today than the day before. She was wearing, black skirt, slit up the back a grey blouse that fit her snugly, black stockings and heels. I drank in her beauty, as she left the room.

After everyone had left, I went back to check on Stephanie, she was busy punching away at the computer, as I entered. I snuck up behind her, trying not to think about what I wanted to do to her later. "How long do you think you'll be?" I asked. "Oh.. how long have you been here..you startled me" "Not long..sorry about that" "I should be done in about an hour" "Okay I'll be back in a bit" As I walked back to my office I couldn’t stop thinking about Stephanie's legs, they looked so good wrapped in those black stockings, so smooth and silky looking. After 30 minutes I went back again, this time announcing my presence, Stephanie was twisting her neck, like it was stiff. I put my hands on her shoulders, looking over them at the screen. I didn’t know what I was looking at, but she thought I did. "I'm almost done..jezz I could use a drink "I started rubbing her shoulders, massaging them lightly at first, then increasing the intensity. "uhmm...that feels good.. you have a good touch." I was looking right down her blouse now, as she continued punching in whatever it is you punch in. Her breasts encased in a see through white bra, her nipples visible. Her tits were lovely, not big but the kind that curve upward like a half-moon. I started rubbing her upper arms, and then up to her neck, running my hands under her hair, up the sides of her neck. I thought I heard a low moan, and then glancing down confirmed it, her nipples now were hard, pressing against her bra, they looked delicious.

Stephanie had kicked off her shoes, and was rubbing her feet together. A few minutes later, Stephanie announced she was done. "There all finished..thank god..and if you don't stop doing what you're doing we're never going to make that drink" I didn’t know if she meant she wouldn’t go with me or if we just wouldn’t go to the bar. So I rubbed harder tracing the outline of her ears lightly. Stephanie answered my question for me, she swiveled around in her chair, put her hands on my crotch and squeezed it lightly, she rubbed it through my pants, causing it to rise up. I reached down and ran my hands over her tits, feeling her nipples swell through the thin material of her blouse. She quickly unzipped my pants, pulling my cock out, licking the head, lapping at it like a nice cream cone. "It's been a long time since I've done this so be patient "It didn’t take her long to remember how, she was running her tongue up and down the shaft, making sure to lick and kiss the underside of it, her hands jerking it back and forth. I was busy unbuttoning her blouse, I could only get one or two buttons undone since she was kind of crouched over sucking me. She took my whole length in her mouth, her green eyes looking up at me, sending shivers down my spine. I ran my hands through her hair, enjoying how well she was sucking my cock.

After ten minutes I stood her up, kissed her deeply, pulling her body close to mine, she moaned softly. I ran my hands over her ass, slipping it in the slit up the back of her skirt, feeling the silkiness of her stockings. I sat her on the desk, finished unbuttoning her blouse, when I parted the blouse open I was in heaven, her tits looked so good being squeezed in her white bra. I traced the outline of her tits as I continued kissing her, moving down her neck, to her shoulders, I was pinching her nipples, twisting them in my fingers. "Oh..uhmm.." she moaned softly. I slid the fabric of her bra over her tits, her nipples red as cherries, she was still rubbing my cock, running her hands up and down the shaft. As I glanced down I noticed garter belt straps and the tops of her stockings, My hand instantly slipped to her thighs, her legs parting a little, the heat from her cunt was intense, as I ran my hand up and down her legs.

My hand found its way under the straps of her garter, and as it moved upward I could feel the bottom of her panties. The lace, tickled my fingers, as I slowly ran my fingers across her panties "Boy are you wet!" "I know it started when you started rubbing my shoulders..Uhmm" I pressed my fingers against her cunt, rubbing up and down, her hips started moving with my fingers. I hiked her skirt up higher, slid her to the edge of the desk, my hand still working on her cunt, her juices soaking her panties, when I moved forward to her, she looked at me "What are you doing?" "Just relax" I pulled her panties aside, her cunt hair trimmed neatly, her pink folds shiny wet, I slid a finger in her, my thumb coming to rest on her clit. I took my cock with my other hand, and guided my prick into her cunt. "No..no..I can't..its too soon" I just rubbed her clit harder, muffled her with a kiss, and slowly slid my cock in. She was like a vise, gripping my cock like I might get stuck. "Oh..oh..uhmm..feels so good" I started stroking in and out, slowly at first, her stocking clad legs over my hips, her lace panties rubbing over my shaft with every stroke. I looked at her, her tits hanging out of her bra, her green eyes lighting up the room.

She was rubbing my c hest now, pinching my nipples, she then bent forward and started kissing them. I increased my tempo, pumping her faster now, she grabbed me by the neck and scooted forward pulling me into her deeper. She was biting my nipples now, moaning a deep throaty moans. "Oh..oh..it feels so good..its been soo long..so long" I felt the cum building in my balls, her cunt was squeezing my cock tightly, her hips bucking up to meet my every thrust. We were fucking so fast and hard her whole body was sliding back and forth on the desk. As I looked at her, her eyes were closed, she was biting her lower lip, and I felt her cunt convulsing, I knew she was cumming, her insides heated up, and when they did I exploded into her, pumping globs of cum up her cunt. As I pulled out of her, the last of my cum shot out on the top of her panties. I slid my hands up her back, and held her close to me. "That was great...you haven’t lost a thing" "Your the first since my divorce"

We cleaned up a bit, and said goodbye in the parking lot. I later found out she was only 22 just out of college and had been divorced for only five months. We spent many late nights after that.

Mandy wasn't quite herself today. As a matter of fact, she wasn't anyone in particular. In her present condition, she would have been hard-pressed to remember her name, let alone her actual identity. She was in a state between ecstasy and insanity, balanced on the edge. As the sculpture holding her prisoner tilted back and forth, her body reacted helplessly to the slithering stimulation from the little warts and not-so-little dildo built into the suit. Occasionally, the vibrations in her breasts and crotch would come alive, apparently at random, intensifying the sensations beyond belief. They never lasted long enough for her sensitive breasts or clitoris to become numb. Every time, they shut off after what felt like a few minutes. Periodically, she felt the water rushing into her ass, and the pressure would swell in her belly, exaggerating the apparent size of the dildo as she slid down onto it.

At first, she had thought she might at least keep her presence of mind by counting orgasms. She knew that she had never before had more than four or five in a row. The tactic had failed, for she had lost count somewhere around twenty, and since then had alternated between a mindless state of wanton lust and shuddering release. Her satiation was always short-lived, however, as the insidious drug that Mr. Dodds had given her turned her bloodstream into a maelstrom of churning hormones, trapping her body in a vicious cycle of desire.

Every few minutes, her head would clear slightly, and she would succumb to the intense vibrations and slippery caresses of her prison. Then, after a few minutes, (and perhaps an orgasm or two), she would experience a soft buzzing in her head and extremities, and a fuzzy feeling would envelope her, relieving the insistent stimulation of the aphrodisiac, allowing her to relax for a few precious moments.

Then the cycle would renew...

This went on for a while- hours? days? She had no way of knowing, and half the time she was too distracted to think about the passage of time, being out of her skull with sexual spending and exertions. After a while, all personal thoughts of herself, her life and her loves, left her. She became a single, living sexual organ, having only a simple, mindless awareness of stimulation and release. Eventually, after what seemed a lifetime of ecstasy, she perceived a subtle change, the fuzzy feeling overtook her, and as she slowly gave up consciousness, she realized dreamily that the rocking motions had finally stopped.

Mandy awoke in silent darkness. Gradually, she became aware of her surroundings. Her world was no longer one of motion and unending sexual stimulation. Rather, she felt warm, relaxed, and at peace even though, as she became more aware, she perceived a vague ache throughout most of her body.

With an effort, she rolled onto her side, delighted that she could move at all. Red shapes, symbols, swam into view. She stared at them for some time before they made sense. The red digits of her bedside clock changed from 6:27 to 6:28. She could see! Suddenly, the days' previous events came back to her. She was no longer imprisoned within the rubber cocoon, nor being made love to by mindless sexual appliances. She remembered now. She had been crazy, out of her mind with lust. It hadn't been a dream, had it? The ache in her crotch and in her abdomen put the lie to that theory.
Dodds. She remembered Dodds coming to the house. He had done something to her dogs. She felt a pang of worry that faded quickly. He wouldn't have done anything to harm them, she knew.

"He likes animals," she heard someone say. The sound of her voice startled her. She had been thinking aloud. She remembered that he owned two gigantic Scottish Deerhounds. She made to get up, to check on Charlemagne and Attila, but when she sat upright, her head spun, and she fell back onto her pillow, exhausted. God, I'm worn out, she thought. I'll just lie here a moment, gather my strength...

When Mandy next woke up, there was daylight streaming in the window. She had to be in her own bed - hers was the only bedroom in the house with a window. She was facing her other bedside table now. There was a vase on the table with a single yellow rose bud in it. Propped against the vase was a card. She reached for it. "Dearest Mandy, You know how I hate good-byes. I have come to believe that my unexpected appearance has jeopardized the budding relationship between you and Jason, so I am taking my leave early. I am glad to see that you have finally acknowledged men as humans beings again. I hope you found my short stay entertaining, and I look forward to our next meeting. Give my regards to Flora and Jason.

And from one Master to another, `Stay curious, stay hungry.' - Dodds." Despite herself, Mandy felt her eyes moisten. Once again, Dodds has proved himself to be a gentleman, however perverted, she thought. He still puts me on a pedestal in his own way. He may be a brute sometimes, and he may be a swaggering ass at others, but he still loves me. And I'm still the best slave he's ever had. Ah, crap. I must be exhausted if I'm getting this maudlin. She started as the door opened. Flora's head appeared around the edge of the door.

"Knock-knock?" she asked. "Flora. Hi," Mandy said weakly, surreptitiously wiping away a tear. "Come on in, love." Flora minced into the room on 6" heels, the patent leather pumps showing off her calves nicely. She carried a heavily-laden breakfast tray, and she wore the perfect outfit for her self-appointed role. Her classic and saucy French maid's uniform was made entirely from black latex, with several fluffy white petticoats of very thin rubber underneath. She wore shiny elbow-length opera gloves, and had on full length stockings in the same glossy black material, the hems and her garters peeking out from under the skirt. The dress was trimmed at the neck and puff-shouldered sleeves with white lace, and a white lace doily graced her waistband. She even had a pert little maid's cap on her head.

"Who says you can't get good help these days?" croaked Mandy, sitting up with a wry grin. "You do, usually. You must really be out of it, hon," replied Flora.

"I feel like the floor of a taxi cab," Mandy answered, "what's for breakfast?"

"Something a little lighter than your usual- I thought you might want to take it easy this morning. You've got tea and juice, melon, yogurt, and... Ta-dah! Blueberry muffins. Butter's under here."

"You are something, aren't you?" said Mandy, "I knew I kept you around for something." She stretched and winced. "Jeee-zus! I'm not going to have sex for a month! I ache all over."

"Oh!" Flora added, "there're two aspirins under the saucer there. Umm… I hope you're not serious about... what you just said." No French maid ever looked as demure as Flora managed to look just then.

Mandy glanced up from her tray, and around a mouthful of muffin said, "Sure. Why not? We're both oversexed anyway. If I have to pay penance, why shouldn't you? And don't look at me that way!"

Flora pouted harder. Mandy grinned a little. "Well, we'll see. Maybe you'll get some action out of Jason. I have a feeling you may have to fight him off with more than a feather duster, if he sees you in that outfit."

Flora blushed. "He... he won't be giving me any trouble," she said.

"Huh." Mandy gave her a searching stare for a second, then relented. "I think, just this once, that I won't ask..." Flora brightened visibly as Mandy continued, "..but I want a promise from you."

"Anything, love- just ask!" replied Flora.

Mandy wore a slightly amused, thoughtful expression. "After today, the two of you only have sex if I'm watching."

Flora gulped, looking serious again. "Yes, ma'am," she answered in a tiny voice. She took Mandy's tray when she motioned that she was finished with it. Mandy stretched and sighed. "Honey, that was really good. But I think... *yawn*... I think I'm going to sleep some more. Go have fun."

Flora watched Mandy roll over and wriggle into the covers, concern for her mistress wrinkling her forehead. She waited until Mandy's breathing was slow and even, then crept quietly from the room, carrying the tray.