Undress Me Now E-Book

Fionah Gaarth

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Meet Roxanne “Rox”, a twenty-eight year old French woman living in California. Rox is married to Charlie, but feels neglected by her husband, both emotionally and sexually. To save herself from her falling, she embarks on extra-marital affairs with three different men. The new men in her life provide her with the sexual escape that she needs.  In the quest to find herself, she will discover extreme pleasure, but will also face her own demons, until she is brought to breaking point.

Get ready to fall in love with Rox, to cry with Rox, and to explore your own hidden sexual fantasies.

Undress Me Now is not any erotic story. So get comfy, find a quiet place, and put a ‘Do not disturb’ sign on your door.  

Excerpt:

"He had me lie down on my back, my legs completely up in the air. He knelt outside his car, in front of my wide open legs, my pussy totally exposed and started to lick me like no one had ever been licked before. His tongue went in out, he would stop only to lick the inside of my leg, before tongue-fucking me again."

Leseprobe

Fionah Gaarth

Undress Me Now

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Intro

My name is Roxanne Webster (née LeGap), but everyone just calls me Rox. I am 28 year old and work as a PA at Bradley and Bradley Attorneys. I was born and bred in Paris, France, but moved to beautiful Los Angeles, California, at the age of 21. I wanted to learn English, meet guys, and live life to the full. I did all that and eventually got married to Charlie Webster, just like in a fairy tale.

We did not live happily ever after.

This is my story.

Alejandro

I looked at myself in the wide mirror covering the whole side of the wall at Baila Tu Corazon dance studio. My toned tummy, my bouncy bum, my firm, round breasts; I had to admit, I looked exceptionally sexy in my short red layered skirt and red bra top. Just before entering the room,  I had slipped on my favorite high-heeled stilettos, also red. I always wore high heels, flats weren’t for me.

People were slowly coming in. It was 6.30 PM and most of us had just finished a long day at work, and we enjoyed coming here for a bit of fun before heading home, back to our routine life. As usual, I was early for my weekly lessons. I wasn’t a professional dancer, but Alejandro, the hot dance instructor, had told me on numerous occasions how good I was at Salsa. The truth, was that dancing had a cathartic effect on me, it was a time for me to me to let my hair down. You see, I had a husband, a stressful job and a non-active social life, so dancing was a way for me to let my hair down.

“Good evening everyone!” Alejandro, shouted over the loud music as he entered the room. I could already feel his gaze on me despite the fact that the room was filled with gorgeous women.

“Hi Rox” he said winking at me.

Alejandro Vasquez, was the dance instructor and owner of the dance studio located in downtown Los Angeles. He was a Brazilian God. He was tall and muscular, and had long hair which he kept into a ponytail. He always looked like he’d just spent the day at the beach: all tanned and yummy. I jumped at his deep, sexy voice, with a strong Portuguese accent.

“I hope everyone is ready for this lesson! Let’s go!” he said energetically.

He started his dance moves, and everyone followed his routine. We always started the lesson with the same routine, which lasted for about ten minutes. The goal was to get everyone in the mood after a long day at work. We were encouraged to sing along, to laugh, to scream, everything that would make us relax and ready for the couple dance.

I glanced around the room while performing my routine. Allan, my usual dance partner seemed to be absent today, which meant that Alejandro would probably be dancing with me. Hurray! I thought. I had met Allan here and we had been paired together because we had been the only one to arrive without a partner. To be honest, I never missed Allan when he was absent, he was neither particularly handsome nor a very good dancer. But he had a good sense of humour, which made the sessions bearable.

“Ok everyone, all to your dance partners! Let’s get those bodies moving together” Alejandro said with a little laugh. He then looked at me, noticing that Allan was not there.

“Roxanne, it’s seem that we will have to dance together today” he said with a smile.

I did not even try to hide my excitement. I’ve had the chance of dancing with Alejandro a few times before, and the experience was beyond what I had imagined.

He slid sexily towards me, grabbed my waist and we started to dance.  I could feel the heat rising immediately as he placed his hands on the small of my back.  He knew I was married but that had never seemed to bother him. He had been flirting with me since the day I started my lessons with him 3 months before. I was always pushing him away, gently,  but I had a feeling that my defence wall was rapidly tumbling down. His hand discretely moved two inches down to rest on my bum. I’m not sure if anyone noticed, I glanced around but everyone seemed to be concentrating on their own routine.

We danced three times together, three intense salsa dances. He had a way of looking at me that made my heart skip a beat and made me feel wet between the legs. The flirting between us was outrageous. When we had finished our dances, I was left a bit disappointed, as if I had half expected us to have sex in the middle of the dance floor, in front of everyone.

When the class ended, I went to the locker room to change, trying to calm myself down. Just when I thought I had managed to push Alejandro away from my thoughts, I heard footstep behind me. I knew I was the only one left as everyone else had gone right after the lesson, so I knew that it could only be Alejandro.  Perhaps I had lingered behind on purpose, my subconscious craved to be alone with Alejandro.

“Hey” I heard, “is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything is fine”, I jumped and turned around and saw that he was walking towards me.

He was only wearing his exercise pants. His muscular chest was bare. I realised I was barely dressed myself. I only had a lacy bra and a matching lacy thongs. It didn’t seem to bother him, instead I could him see staring appreciatively at me. I felt a surge of desire soar inside of me.

He continued to walk towards me until he was standing just a couple of inches in front me. He looked straight at me as he began brushing my right arm with his finger. He then kissed me passionately on the lips. I didn’t even try to resist. He pushed me against a locker while his hands made his way up my thighs. His fingers were soon brushing between my legs, pushing my thong aside,  as I moved them apart. I heard him moan as he discovered how wet I already was. I gasped.

“I knew you wanted this as much as I did,” he murmured.

He played with my clitoris, stroking it with two of his fingers,  before inserted a finger inside me. His other hand cupped my breast, and I could feel my nipples harden.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said as his mouth brushed mine. I gasped. “And this French accent of yours drives me crazy.”

“You like this baby?” he asked. I just nodded, unable to speak, as the pleasure was too inside. I realised I much I had been craving for Alejandro to be doing this to me. He was so sexy and I could feel him hardened as he pressed himself against my body.

After a while, he removed his finger from my vagina, sucked on it and put it back inside me to finger fuck me some more.

I didn’t want to come, no, not yet!  

I gently removed his finger from my pussy, slowly knelt down, slid my hand into his pants and took his penis in my mouth. He was so big and so hard. I sucked holding him firmly in one hand. He grabbed my long black hair as I sucked harder and deeper. He was moaning with pleasure. When he felt he was about to come, he pulled me to my feet pushed me against the locker, pulled down my thong, and pulled my right leg up, holding it firmly,  and he slid his hard cock inside me. He rocked himself slowly at first, then he started fucking me faster and faster. I came first, the orgasm was so intense that I let out a loud scream. A few moments later he climaxed too as he buried his face in my hair.

When I got back home, my husband Charlie was already fast asleep. I went to the night table, pulled open the drawer, and popped my daily tablet into my mouth. This tablet could have passed for a contraceptive pill, but it wasn’t. Like every night when I took it, it brought back a painful memory from years ago. My lip quivered, and I quickly pushed this familiar thought away.

I got undressed and crawled into bed without bothering to take a shower.

The next day, when I woke up, Charlie had already gone. Charlie worked as teller at the bank and had to be at work early.

I remembered last night’s event and felt somehow guilty. I was cheating on my husband, and Alejandro was not the only man I’ve had sex with lately. I could handle one extra-marital affair, but two at the same time. This was going to be complicated.

My Other Affair

The next day, when I arrived at work, the dashing Pete Bradley was waiting for me at my desk. He was actually leaning against my table checking emails on his phone. Pete was my boss, and I worked as his personal assistant. When he heard me approaching, he lifted his head and gazed at me with his deep green eyes. He was particularly handsome today. He was wearing a dark blue suit and black tie. I had always fancied Pete, but he had always been happily married. I must say that I had tried to flirt with him on numerous occasions, but he had never seemed interested.

Pete was 40 years old, tall, slim, dark hair. He was married to Jacinta, with whom he had started the law firm Bradley & Bradley 10 years ago. Jacinta must have been one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was elegant, she breezed through the corridors in her stilleotes.  Her long blond hair was always pulled back into a professional bun. She always dressed in expensive skirt suits which had a way of accentuating her feminine figure.

However, her body was the only positive aspect about her. As a person, she was a real bitch. She was not the friendly type and had the habit of ignoring her staff. I was happy to be Pete’s assistant instead of hers. Her assistant, Beryl Cole, always looked overwhelmed and stressed out and seemed to have aged by five years since she started working here. On a few occasion, I heard her snap at Pete, but he seemed to put up with it quite well.

“Good morning Roxanne.”  Pete said when I reached my desk.

“Good morning Pete.” I replied as I lay my back next to my computer.

“Rough night?” he said gazing at his watch.

Shit I thought.

“I’m sorry” I mumbled. I knew I was 30 minutes late for work. For some reason, after the mind-blowing sex session with Alejandro last night, I slept like baby and did not hear my alarm go off this morning.

“You should have called to say you would be late. You know that I can understand that some days may be harder than the others, but Jacinta is less tolerant than me, she saw that you were not at your desk and questioned me. Don’t worry I had your back. Told her you called and that you would be here soon” He was so understanding, too bad he was madly in love with his bitch of a wife.

“Thank you Pete” I said with a smile “ I really appreciate that”.

“By the way, I need you to finalise the invoices that need to be sent before the end of this month. I’ll need them by this afternoon. I think that Benny is waiting for you in his office. If I were you, I would go to see him right now.”

Ok, Benny. I had to go to the ladies room before seeing him. I checked myself in the mirror, hair and makeup were all good.  I went back to my desk, grabbed my list of clients for the month of June and made my way to his office.

Benny’s office was on the top floor. Being the Accounts Manager, his office was as fancy as Pete and Jacinta’s.

I noticed that the whole floor was empty, even Rosa, his secretary was gone and for a minute I thought that he wasn’t there.. But I kept walking to his office anyway and knocked on his door.

“Come in,” I heard him say in his deep sultry voice.

I turned the knob and went inside, and quickly closed back the door behind me, locking it, like I always did. When he saw it was me, he immediately stood up and marched towards me. He grabbed me and pinned me to the wall kissing me passionately. Benny was the other man I was having an affair with.

“I’ve missed you” he said catching his breath. “Rosa is having a meeting with the junior accountants, so the floor is cleared.”

Benny who also was in his early forties looked like a younger George Clooney. He was single and had never been married. I had never really understood why a man like him was alone. I had heard rumors that he had been engaged once and that his fiancé had left him two months before the wedding and that he had never really got over it. Apparently she had cheated with his best friend. Not very original I thought.

He hands went up and down my legs, underneath my skirt.

I giggled, I enjoyed having sex with him. Our on and off affair had been going on for about a year already. Sometimes we had sex in his office, just like today. Sometimes, he would book a nearby hotel room at lunchtime, and I would meet him there, leaving the office five minutes after him, so not to arouse any suspicions.

I dragged him to this desk, sat on it spreading my legs and drawing him towards me. I unzipped his trousers, and I grabbed him, his penis hardened between my hands, and I started to stroke him.

“I don’t have a lot of time. Rosa and the team will be done in about 10 minutes.”

He then knelt down between my legs and pulled down my thong before licking my inner thighs. I loved oral sex. I loved performing it in but I particularly loved receiving it. I let myself relax, I lied on my back, next to his laptop, amid his paper work and enjoyed his tongue on my already wet pussy, his tongue went inside me, his lips sucking me, revelling in my wetness. I tried not to come as this was utterly pleasurable, and I wanted to enjoy this moment - which comes just before orgasm - as long as possible. He lifted his head for some air, but I pushed his face between my legs again. He continued his business for about half a minute, then grabbed my hips as he stood up, adjusting himself into me before banging me like he always did, hard and fast. His lips were bloodshot from devouring me. I was in a state of undescribable pleasure. It was too much, I came first. The he got me to my feet, turned me around and entered me from behind while I bend on the table. He thrust harder and harder until I heard him come, burying his mouth in my hair to muffle the sound of his orgasm.

I swear, I’m not an easy woman, nor am I a slut, I did not plan to cheat on my husband with two different men. But things with Charlie had been rough for a while, and this had been my way of coping with the situation.  

Two years into our marriage, Charlie had decided that we should have a ‘date night’ every week. For some reason, he turned from wanting sex every night to someone who was suggesting to have sex only once a week.

I was in the kitchen making dinner that night. I turned around to looked at him suspiciously

“Why” I questioned.

“Just because” he said shrugging. “I’m not saying that I don’t want to sleep with you everyday, I’m just saying that we fell into a routine, and I think it would be a great idea to do something special once a week, something romantic. I think there would be more thrill to it.”

I was puzzled. Charlie had never been the romantic type, he was the type to come home after work and fuck me on the kitchen table, or in the shower, or on the living room floor. We like, never did it in bed. He always said that this was for boring couples.

“Listen” he said when he saw the confusion on my face. “I love you, I just want to experience romance with you, instead of daily fuck sessions.” With that, he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me passionately on the lips. I melted, and told him that I loved his idea.

So although I was surprised, I went along with it. I mean, every girl loves romance, and I was no exception. And I was crazy about him.

So we started our ‘date night’ every Friday. We would go to a fancy restaurant in Pasadena, order expensive food and champagne, go home, and make love, not sex, but love. It was really romantic and new to me, and I thought that we had opened a new chapter in our marriage.