Men in Shorts: An Erotic Anthology (7 page)

That pinkie was getting insistent now, wiggling between her thighs and stroking in search of her swelling clitoris. Christine was glad the wine had already given a shine to her cheeks, but it was going to be difficult to hide the climax that was beginning to work its way up from her knees even now. She brought the napkin to her face and cleared her throat as he applied more pressure and more fingers and suddenly the stars were bursting in her vision and her empty vaginal walls clutched wetly as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Are you all right, Christine?" Barb actually sounded concerned.

Christine continued coughing, trying to recover without laughing her glee. A glance at Rafferty revealed he was looking suitably concerned, but there was a twinkle in his eye that seemed appreciative. "Gosh, I'm not sure, but I think something may have gone down wrong. You know," she said with sudden inspiration, "I think maybe I better go home. I feel a bit unwell. Hope I'm not coming down with something."

Barb seemed to regard her as a plague carrier after that and was only too happy to let her go. "You can get the check next time," she said, waving away Christine's feeble attempt to make amends. But she still had enough venom to glare at the way Rafferty slipped his arm solicitously into hers. They were barely out in the parking lot before he spun her around and pulled her into a deep probing kiss that reminded her just how wet her bunched panties were.

"You naughty boy! You were lucky I didn't shriek."

"Oh, I want you to shriek," he said, eyes big and shiny. "You want to go for a walk in the park?"

"But I'm so ill," Christine said, bringing a hand to her forehead. "Shouldn't I go home?"

"I know exactly what you need," Rafferty replied, letting his hands slip down to massage the cheeks of her ass. "I need the same thing. To get to know you better. You're so beautiful, Christine. You're like a model."

"I'm old enough to be your…mother's friend," Christine chuckled.

"I was always hot for my mom's friends. She knows some amazing women. Come on," he tugged at her arms. "If we stay here we're going to have to see Barb again."

"I suppose she doesn't need to know that I didn't go home."

"She's going to know you didn't when she sees your car still in the lot. Do you care?"

"No," Christine answered honestly. "Let's go."

Once they were out of the lights of the parking lot, Rafferty paused long enough to pull her into another swooning kiss. Christine took the opportunity to give him a feel as well, reaching for the smooth curves of his tight ass, as muscled as the strong legs below it. Rafferty pulled her close and she could feel his hard dick poke into her belly. Oh, this was going to be good.

Laughing, he led her along the darkened path for a few more minutes, then without warning led her off the path between trees. Christine had to trust his superb sense of direction, which never faltered for a moment. She could smell pines and when he suddenly stopped, they were surrounded by the tall silent sentinels. Rafferty turned and put his hands on her cheeks and the moonlight caught his eyes.

"Christine, you wowed me from the minute I saw you, but you know what got me?"

"What?" She could hardly believe the delight she felt.

"The way you touched the owl," his teeth were bright in the darkness as he smiled. "You were so incredibly sensual, I could tell from the way you touched her. So intelligent, too. Your curiosity was genuine. I just wanted you right away."

"I—I didn't know. I was checking you out in your ranger uniform, you know."

He laughed and pulled her down to sit on the soft pine needle blanket. "You were checking out my legs. Who knew you were a leg woman?"

Christine laughed, a little embarrassed. "You knew?"

"Yeah, and I was really pissed that your pal Barb kept horning in. You wouldn't believe how persistent she was," he continued, reaching up to toy with the buttons on her blouse.

"I know," Christine said. "I saw her try to get you."

His fingers paused. "You saw that?"

"I was on the path up above," Christine said, reaching her hand down to stroke his thigh. It was every bit as solid as it looked. She slid her hand up under his shorts to reach his boxer brief, slipping a finger under the leg band and giving him the same circles he had tried on her.

"She was persistent," he said, lying back and seeing what she would do.

"But you didn't seem too interested," Christine continued, letting her hand continue its journey up, reaching for his pulsing erection and running her thumb over its length as he sighed happily. "Are you going to push me away if I try the same thing?"

"Oh, no, not at all," Rafferty said, eyes closed. "Please do."

Christine didn't wait for a second invitation. She got on her knees and reached for the top of his shorts, popping the snap and sliding the zipper down. Grabbing the shorts and underwear, she pulled them down, freeing his waving cock to her hungry eyes. She enjoyed the sight for a moment before leaning forward to take him in her mouth and closing her eyes in ecstasy.

"Hey, hey," he said gently, reaching for his shorts to fish out a condom. "I think you might want this." Christine took the packet and ripped it open, sliding the sheath over him and slowly rolling it down. Then she slipped him inside her mouth once more, enjoying the fruity blast of the lube. She reached her right hand down to tickle his balls and heard him sigh happily.

After only a few more passes up and down the length of his cock, he groaned and begged her to stop. "I don't want to come unless it's inside you," he explained panting. "I'm sorry, I'm just so excited, I don't think I'm going to last too long the first time."

"It's all right," Christine said with a genuine smile. "I can't wait to come again, with you this time. You got me so hot so quickly, I wanted to jump on you in the restaurant."

"Why don't you jump on me now?" he said roughly, eyes shining bright in the glare of the gibbous moon. "I want to feel you astride me, I want to see you come when there's no one to hear you but me. I want to hear you come with my hands on your breasts and my dick deep inside you."

"Well, all right," Christine said, slipping off her sodden panties and climbing atop him, skirt hiked around her hips. She paused a wicked moment before slipping down onto him, taking his length inside her as they both sighed out loud. Even though she had another quick flashing climax as she felt his cock swipe her G-spot, Christine began to move slowly as he reached up to massage her breasts, thumbs raking her hardened nipples. She reached behind her to caress his balls and arched her back with pleasure.

She could feel him beginning to stiffen for the final explosion and hastened her gyrations to anticipate it. In no time, he was moaning and calling out her name as he shot inside her, bucking up and striking her cervix. It was good. He opened his eyes and grinned at her. "God, you're good. I can't believe how good. I knew you would be."

"You're not bad yourself," Christine said, rubbing her hand across his belly, tanned too and well muscled, if not a rippling six-pack. Real work and not the gym had given him this body. It was a good body. "I like the nature lesson, ranger. Can you tell me any more about the mating habits of the species?"

"Why don't I show you?" he said, rolling the two of them over so he was on top. "There's a variety of practices, and I think you need to see a good sampling to get the full picture."

"I'm here to learn, ranger. What have you got?"

Instead of answering he stopped her mouth with his tongue, determined to show her all he had learned about wildlife.

by Lisa Lane

Cindy sat at her desk, bored and restless despite the project she had due at the end of the week. She prided herself on her ability to meet even the most pressing deadline, even if that meant working late or missing the weekly girls' cocktail night. She had developed a reputation in the office for her independent and no-nonsense attitude, making it clear to all who would cross her that she was, without a doubt, a strong and powerful woman. Because of that, however, most of the men who knew her steered clear of her on any romantic level. She rationalized her loneliness by telling herself that none of them was man enough to handle a woman like her, although privately she did have to admit that it left her forlorn and feeling somewhat rejected.

Cindy looked over at the clock. The afternoon slowly yet steadily progressed toward evening, even though her boredom threatened to stop the clock altogether. Tonight was going to be another late one, she quickly realized, noting that most of her co-workers had already left for the day. She was burned out, she knew; she needed a vacation, or even just a short break from the mundane, daily repetition to which she had grown so accustomed. She desperately needed a change of pace, something to reset and revive her mind, so that she could approach her work from a fresh, new perspective. As well and consistently as she performed, she knew she had it in her to do better . . . and she had it in her to enjoy what she did the way that she used to, when marketing and design were still exciting and novel to her.

Deciding that a short walk around the office and perhaps a fresh cup of coffee might give her the boost she needed to finish what she had set out for the day, she turned off her monitor and stepped away from her desk. She wasn't doing herself or any of her clients any good by sitting idly at her desk, feeding into her boredom.

She found the employee lounge completely deserted. Just as well, she thought; the last thing she needed was to get caught up in office gossip or some other unnecessary waste of time. She found the coffee pot empty, and considered her options. Feeling too lazy to brew another pot, excusing her lack of motivation with the fact that the day was getting late and she would likely be the only person craving caffeine, she opted to move to the water cooler, instead. The water was ice cold and refreshing, and Cindy filled her paper cup twice before taking a seat by the window to look out over the city streets.

Her office took up the entire fifth floor, offering the perfect vantage, when looking out, to see a good part of the hustle and bustle going on just outside. Even at this hour, people swarmed the streets, moving in and out of office buildings, going to the coffee shop just across the street, and shopping at the little boutiques that made the district so distinct. Traffic was backed up, a small fender bender creating a line-up of rubbernecks and the like, and a traffic cop had taken over a nearby intersection.

Cindy moved to get a closer look, the cop wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt to compensate for the hot summer afternoon. He had his back to her, blocking his whistle and motioning on traffic with thick, muscular arms. He had a tight, round butt, and strong, solid legs, with contours that only a man who worked out on a regular basis might achieve. He turned around, changing the flow of traffic, and Cindy couldn't help but stare at the complete package. He had a slim waist accentuated by his leather belt, badge, gun holster, and cuffs. As he moved, shifting his weight from one leg to the other as he did his work, his muscles contracted and flexed almost artfully, as if he knew he was being watched. He wore dark glasses and a serious face, and Cindy felt herself melt into her seat as he turned once more to reprimand a driver attempting to move out of turn.

No nonsense and serious about his job – just like her.

Cindy wasn't typically one to fall for a man in uniform, but there was something about the way this one so capriciously, yet so contemplatively, moved in his that caught her attention. It was as if he found the shorts to be a freeing compromise to an otherwise strict and stuffy job . . . and he seemed to enjoy every step, every shift, every turn he made in them. Perhaps he was fully aware of just how well endowed he appeared in them, his proportions nearly bordering perfection. Perhaps he just enjoyed his job. Either way, Cindy found him nothing short of breathtaking.

She watched, her mind suddenly racing with the possibilities, as another cop relieved the man of his position. He looked around for a moment, as if undecided on what to do with the rest of his day, and then slowly he began toward the coffee shop across the street. Without another thought, Cindy raced for her purse and hurried to the elevator.

She found him sitting alone at a small table, sipping at a black coffee, his eyes searching the room for something that she couldn't quite place. She found herself going flush as she approached him, discreetly wiping her sweaty palms as she stood behind the empty chair across from him.

"Is this seat taken?" she asked, her words airy and nervous.

He looked around, seeming somewhat surprised at the advance, but then smiled and replied, "Actually, it isn't."

Cindy sat down, crossing her long, slender legs off to the side, hoping he might notice them the way she noticed his. "I'm Cindy."

He gave an accepting nod. "Mike."

"I work in the office across the way," she said, feeling the need to keep the silence to a minimum.

Mike's eyes began to wander, sizing her up, and he smiled once more. "Oh? What do you do?"

"Marketing." She swallowed hard. "Consultant."

He stared back, seemingly unsure of what either meant.

"I bring designers and companies together," she reiterated, her throat going dry.

"Sounds interesting," he said.

Cindy nodded. "I enjoy it."

"Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" he finally asked.

She breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "I'd love a cup of coffee."

She watched as he got up from his seat, every bulge, arch, and contour suddenly taunting and tantalizing her from her new vantage as he moved to the counter and ordered a second coffee. He carefully carried it back to the table, setting it before her before returning to his seat.

Cindy took a grateful sip. "So, I take it you don't have any attachments?" she asked, cringing at her choice of words.

"I just broke up with my girlfriend," he said, and then quickly sipped at his coffee, as if suddenly guarding himself with his cup.

"I'm so sorry," she replied, her heart singing.

"Oh, God . . . speak of the devil," he said, hiding even further behind his cup.

Cindy turned to look. A pretty blonde slid past the door and moved to a table near the door, watching them out of the corner of her eye.

"That's her?" Cindy asked.

Mike took a deep breath, giving a subtle nod. "Do you want to get out of here?"

"I'd love to," Cindy answered, quickly remembering the work that still awaited her, "but I need to get back to the office."

He stood. "Let me walk you?"

"With pleasure."

They passed the blonde on their way out, and Cindy did her best to ignore the woman's jealous sneer.

Cindy stayed a step behind Mike as they crossed the street, unable to help but watch the shifting of his muscles and the moving contour of his tight butt beneath his shorts.

"Do you want to see my office?" Cindy asked, surprising both Mike and herself with the sudden question, as they approached the building.

He paused for a moment, glancing across the street, and then quickly turning back to her. "Yes . . . yes, I would."

As they reached the elevator, finally finding themselves alone, a hot, weak feeling took over Cindy as it occurred to her that she was nothing but a rebound. Just the same, she made the first move, pressing him up against the wall and kissing him passionately, savoring the sensation of his muscles as she slid her hands down the back of his shorts. He ran his fingers through her hair, and all thoughts of circumstance and jealous exes washed out of her mind, immediately replaced by the passion of the moment.

"You know, I've never invited a strange man back up to the office," Cindy felt the need to say, lest he pass some kind of undue judgment against her.

"There's a first time for everything," he said.

The elevator door opened, and Cindy looked out over the quiet floor. "Looks like everyone else has gone home."

"Oh?" he asked, feigning his surprise.

She led him through the desolate office. "I tend to work late," she said nervously as they approached her desk. She leaned up against it suggestively. "I have a feeling I'm going to be here for the long haul tonight."

He leaned up against her. "Anything I can do to help?"

"You might be able to make the night a little more interesting," she said, finding his handcuffs.

He snatched them from her with a smile. "You know it's against the law to take an officer's handcuffs, don't you?"

"And I suppose you'll only increase the charges if I try to grab your gun?" she asked, raising a brow and feeling him through his shorts. The material went taut and hot against her hand as he grew erect, and he breathed hard as he took her by the wrist and slapped the cuff on it.

"You're under arrest," he said, turning her onto her stomach and cuffing her hands behind her back. "You have the right to remain silent," he added, his hands gently caressing her as he pressed her up against the desk.

"And if I decide to go loudly?" she asked, suddenly painfully aroused as she tugged at the cuffs.

"Either way, you're going down." He spread her legs, pretending to pat her down, moving his hands up and down her body, feeling her breasts, and then moving back down her shapely contour. He found her panties, tugging at them and feeling her, wet and swollen, beneath them. He pulled them down, raising her skirt up above her hips, and she felt a rush of excitement move through her as he unzipped his shorts and allowed them to drop to the floor.

He pressed himself up against her, continuing to feel her with his fingers, caressing her and teasing her for a moment before sliding himself in. He was surprisingly large, filling her with little effort, sending another rush through her as he thrust and stroked, slowly and methodically, working himself in ever deeper.

She spread her legs even wider, leaning up against her heels, pushing hard against him. The desk was cold and flat, in stark contrast to the hot body grinding and driving up from behind her. She felt her arousal build, her body growing tense, his thick, hot mass filling her and prompting her to moan and squirm in utter ecstasy.

He continued his pace, somehow finding a deeper recess even she didn't know was possible, and suddenly she couldn't contain herself any longer. She screamed and squealed, unsure if she would be able to take much more, but he continued, responding to her cries by thrusting even harder. Her legs shook beneath her, her body hot with sweat, her arms fighting their restraints, the rest of her senses falling into a dark void, leaving only the intense pleasure that filled and drove into her.

He stopped deep inside her, pulsating and moaning as he came, holding their bodies tightly against one another. He held himself there for what felt like a quick second and an eternity all at once, and then he pulled out, stepping back and finding his shorts.

He helped her up, off the desk, his keys jingling as he moved to remove the handcuffs.

"That was amazing," she said, rubbing her wrists as the cold, sharp metal released and her arms went free. She turned to face him, still working to catch her breath.

"Maybe we could do it again, sometime?" he asked, his eyes sincere.

She nodded, pulling up her panties and adjusting her skirt. "I'd like that."

He moved to kiss her, warm and soft, his hands around her body, and she felt an excitement that had been lacking in her life for far too long.

"I should get back to work," she said, wishing she could spend the rest of the night in his embrace.

Mike set his business card on her desk. "Call me."

"I will."

She watched him show himself out, and then she sat down at her desk, still hot and wet with the memory of what had just transpired. She shifted her attention to her computer, energized and excited, ready to tackle the task before her.