Sample Scene – Double Booked

Double Booked is available from Amazon.

Naomi couldn’t possibly have heard their whispered conversation. Perhaps the kiss gave away more than Gabrielle had thought. Or, maybe, her friend was thinking much the same thing. She sprang up from the bed, and skipped to the couch. “You know, we were looking forward to our separate rooms. Sex in a strange bed is so much fun. If you two are as horny as we are, I bet you’re frustrated right now. Am I right?”

Gabrielle couldn’t help but nod. William turned a sheepish smile toward Naomi. On the bed, James had sat up, and was watching his wife, unsure whether to be embarrassed that she’d brought the subject up, or amused at her forthrightness.

“That’s what I thought. Well, it’s still early. How about we take it in turns to…. use the facilities, before we get down to arranging something to eat? Toss a coin for it?” Naomi suggested.
As no-one offered a counter argument, Naomi fished out a two pound coin, and balanced it on a finger and thumb, ready to toss it. “Heads or tails?” she asked Gabrielle and William.

“Heads.” said William, when Gabrielle shrugged.

They all watched the coin arc up through the air. Almost too high, it started falling again just before it reached the ceiling. Naomi tried to catch it, missed, and dropped to her knees to search for it under the couch. Gabrielle, William and James all moved over to watch. After a moment of trying to reach under the couch, Naomi gave up, and pushed it forwards.

“Heads it is.” she announced, not sounding at all disappointed. “We’ll go and shop, or get some drinks in. You call us when you’re done, and you can bring us the keys. Let’s see…. Oh, yes. If you leave a wet spot, you’re sleeping in it.”

Naomi led James out of the apartment. As he was dragged away, he offered a smile and a shrug.

They could hear Naomi and James’ footsteps as they went down the first flight of stairs, then they became much less distinct. William turned the latch to lock the door, just in case. “So…?” He recognised Gabrielle’s expression when he turned back to her, and didn’t need to say or ask anything else.

She stepped up to him, pressing him back against the door, and kissed him as passionately as she had wanted to before. Their lips bumped hard against each other, and their tongues fought and probed. Her hands found their way inside his shirt and pressed against his chest. His right knee came forward and up, and she parted her legs to grind her crotch against his thigh.

William’s hands went to Gabrielle’s buttocks, pulling her in and helping her grind. When her hands worked their way down again, they parted just enough to be able to reach the buttons on the fronts of their jeans. Taking tentative, probing steps backwards, she led him toward the couch. Stopping when the backs of her calves were both pressed up against it, she returned to the important task of getting him out of his jeans.

With the front of William’s jeans open, Gabrielle fought with his boxers, trying to release his erection. She finally managed to get trousers and underwear halfway down his thighs, and was rewarded by the feel of his hard shaft in her hands.

William had his thumbs inside the waistbands of Gabrielle’s jeans and her knickers. He pushed them down, revealing the top of her neatly trimmed pubic hair.

Gabrielle let William’s erection go, laughing a little as she straightened up. He knelt before her, tugging the denim and cotton down as quickly as he could. He had to pull her shoes off before he could get her out of her jeans and toss them aside. While he was doing this, she tugged off her top and unfastened her blouse. When he stood up again, William was still, technically, fully clothed, whilst Gabrielle wore only her bra.

“Here. I want to do it right here.” Gabrielle announced, when William made to lead her to the bed. She turned around and bent over the back of the couch, placing her hands on the cushions. William wasn’t going to argue with this suggestion.

Pushing his jeans a little further down, he placed himself behind Gabrielle. Bending his knees, he guided his erection toward her. Two fingers probed out ahead of it. They found the wet lips of her sex, and slid between them. She was very turned on, wet with her excitement. The fingers guided his erection into her.

With one hand on the back of the couch, and the other releasing Gabrielle’s bra, William thrust into her. When he was as deep as he could get, she straightened her legs a little to change the angle he entered at. He pulled out, and then gave another, experimental, thrust into her. She nodded eagerly. He was stimulating the bits she wanted stimulated.

Now, William’s hand sneaked around to cup one of Gabrielle’s full, firm breasts as it swayed back and forth with his movements. It was an awkward contortion and, as much as they both enjoyed it, he had to let go, and brace himself properly as he sped up his thrusts.

Gabrielle grunted with each thrust. Her tone changed as she became even more excited, the pitch rising until she was practically squealing with pleasure. She dropped her face into the cushions of the couch, and William bent all the way over with her, so that he could kiss her shoulders as his thrusts became shorter and harder to control. She cried out her orgasm, and he felt her muscles squeezing him as it pulsed through her.

With the added stimulation of a climaxing lover, it wasn’t long before William felt the contractions at the base of his shaft, and the warm beats of pleasure emanating out through his body. His whole body jerked as he pumped the first spurt of semen deep inside Gabrielle.

Even as the after shocks still shivered through them, Gabrielle pushed herself up from the couch, and they both climbed down to the floor behind it. William was still inside her, just, and they lay spooned together on the floor.

“I told you I was turned on.” Gabrielle said. She punctuated the end of her statement with a sigh, as William’s softening shaft finally slipped out of her.

“You did.” William kissed her cheek and nose, urging her to twist her head so he could plant his lips squarely on hers. “Give me a few minutes, and we can go again.”

“Oh god, that is so tempting. But, no. We’ve got to let James and Naomi have their naughty time.”

“I suppose so. Share the shower? Have we left a wet patch?”

The first question didn’t need answering. Considering the second, as she pulled herself up, Gabrielle said, “No-one’s sleeping on the floor tonight. We might end up on the couch, but not the floor.”

Another #NaNoWriMo17 sample

The target for National Novel Writing Month is 50,000 words, and it looks like I should hit that with a day (maybe two) to spare. I’ve not been working on a novel, but two novellas, a short, and sundry outlines for future stories. In the spirit of NaNoWriMo, none of them were stories I had worked on before November 1st.

Here’s a bit from the second of the novellas, writtem a couple of days ago-

Naomi made a little squeal-cum-giggle, and covered her breasts with her forearms, as if suddenly coy. She watched, head darting back and forth, as James came to kneel before her, and William went around behind and gently slid his thumbs under the waistband of her jeans. She gulped in a little breath, and tried to hold it to keep from shivering.

James released the button on the front of Naomi’s jeans with a practised move of thumb and fingers. Then he found the zip, and tugged it down, slowly. Like Gabrielle, Naomi couldn’t watch what was happening below her waist, so she looked at her friend instead. Both of them found their lips parting, as if puckering up for a kiss.

With the zip undone, William pushed Naomi’s jeans down her thighs. Then James took over, and he rested his hands on her waist to support her. She wobbled whilst James struggled getting her foot out of a jeans leg, and William’s erection rubbed across the skin of her back. Her wide eyes were so comical that Gabrielle had to put a hand over her mouth to smother the laugh.

James remembered that he had an audience, and moved aside enough for Gabrielle to get a look. The skimpy thong that barely covered Naomi was a white that nearly disappeared against her pale skin. Gabrielle’s gaze flicked from the narrow triangle of cotton to William’s face. He glanced down, raising his eyebrows cartoonishly at the sight of the string that was the back of the underwear.

“Still not naked.” Gabrielle pointed out.

“Well, we’ll see about that.” James said. Standing, he slipped his right hand inside the front of the thong, as if ready to tug it down. But then he twisted his hand around, moving it even lower. He was still far enough to the side that Gabrielle could see as he bent two fingers, and they slipped into Naomi.

Naomi tried to move up and away from the fingers entering her, lifting up until she was on tiptoe. “Not fair.” she squeaked. “Not fair. No, just there. That’s it.” She settled back onto the flats of her feet, and grabbed James’ upper arms for support.

“Quick, while she’s distracted, get her knickers off.” James told William, barely able to contain his laughter.

William pinched the narrow waistband of the thong, and quickly drew it down to the floor. Then he moved around to stand beside Gabrielle and watch.

Naomi buried her head against James’ shoulder. As his fingers moved in and out, she said, “That’s…. So…. This. Is. Too…. Distracting.”

“Sorry. I’ll stop.” James did just that, and stepped aside.

“Bastard.” Naomi held her hands out for balance, and slowly composed herself. “Naked now.” she pronounced. “That was awfully rude of James, getting in the way of your view like that.”

“Not half as rude as stopping was.” William said.

Gabrielle had bee looking her friend’s sexy trim body up and down, finally closing in on a detail she had glanced past several times. “You shaved.” she said, surprise, and a little awe, in her tone. She stepped forward and, without really thinking about it, reached out to stroke across the exposed skin on Naomi’s mons. “It’s so smooth. And sexy. Is it hard work to keep it that smooth?”

“I have to run a razor over it almost every time I’m in the shower. But it is sexy, isn’t it?”

“Sexy. And smooth, all the way down to….” Gabrielle pulled her fingers away before they started working their way down. She turned to William. “What do you say? Should I do this?”

William looked from Gabrielle’s face to her crotch, with its neatly trimmed patch of thick hair, to Naomi’s hairless crotch. He nodded eagerly. When he finally found his voice again, he added, “You should definitely give it a try.”

Gabrielle wrapped her arms around William’s neck and pulled him close for a kiss. She pressed her body against his, squeezing his erection between them. “When we get home.” she told him. “Maybe you can help.” His hands clasped her buttocks, pulling them closer still together.

“I think it’s time for bed.” Naomi announced.

“Did we work out who was sleeping on the couch?” Gabrielle asked.

“No-one’s sleeping on the couch, silly. We’re all sleeping in the bed.” Naomi hooked an arm through James’, and offered the other hand to Gabrielle, as she headed for the bed.

Their tread slowed as the neared the step up to the bed. When they came to a halt, Naomi looked at Gabrielle. “I’m really horny right now.”

“Me too.”

“What about the boys?” Naomi wondered. She reached back and found James’ erection, squeezing it. “What a silly question. Of course they’re horny. You two wait here a moment.”

Naomi led Gabrielle up onto the bed section of the room, then guided her around to the opposite side. Gabrielle caught on quickly, and grabbed the top edge of the duvet and sheet that covered the bed. She and Naomi pulled them all the way down to the foot of the bed. Then they each lay down on their side of the bed and gestured for their lovers.

Gabrielle reached out a hand, and Naomi took it, giving a little squeeze. It felt perfectly natural for the two of them to be naked on the bed, side by side, ready to make love with their partners. At the same time, it was very strange, not the way any of them had expected their Friday night to end.

James and William joined them on the bed, and the erotic charge was incredible. Naomi and Gabrielle each reached their free hand up to their lovers. James caught Naomi’s hand, and kissed her wrist, working his way down to her elbow as he placed himself between her legs. Seeing this, William copied, carrying his kisses on to Gabrielle’s breasts, then her neck and, finally her lips.

Naomi and Gabrielle reached down, finding their lovers’ erections. Still holding hands, they seemed to be in harmony, trying to reach important points at the same time.

James and William were each poised with the heads of their cocks nestling in the labia of their lovers, waiting to enter them. They paused, holding back until they got the nod.

“Ready?” Naomi asked.

“Ready.” Gabrielle replied.
They let go of each other’s hand, and grasped the arms of the men above them. “I want to make love now.” Naomi announced.

William and James pushed forwards, pressing into Gabrielle and Naomi. Each sneaked a look across, to check the other’s form, before giving salutary nods and returning all their attention to their lovers.

It was impossible for any of them to forget there was another couple on the bed with them, making love within touching distance. A couple who were able to watch what they were doing and, no doubt, willing to be watched in return. Neither Gabrielle nor Naomi could always be certain that the woman they heard crying and moaning was themselves or their friend.

This wasn’t a competition. It wasn’t about who could come first, or last longest. It only mattered that each couple were enjoying themselves, and could be sure of the other couple’s joy as well. Naomi lifted her legs up, and James pinned them to her sides with his arms, changing the way that he thrust in and out of her, and pushing her body all over the bed. Gabrielle, meanwhile, had her legs straight and flat and quite close together, moving William up, so that his erection held long and exquisite contact with her clitoris throughout its movements.

Though they took different paths to climax, they all approached it at nearly the same time. Gabrielle’s cries of pleasure stirred memories for Naomi, which excited her in turn. She reached out again, and found Gabrielle’s hand waiting for hers.

As they came, singing a duet of ecstatic cries, James and William, too, reached the final, short strokes before orgasm. “Yes! Fuck, yes!” James voiced for both of them. He stopped moving, holding himself in place as pulses of pleasure pumped semen into Naomi. A few short, sharp thrusts later, William was ejaculating as well.

They couldn’t have guessed that they would all come together. But it was so perfect, it was the only possible conclusion to their evening. James and William planted little kisses on their lovers’ faces as they came down, hugging them tight. A few minutes later, they reached down to draw the sheets back up, and drifted off to sleep in the warm afterglow of love making.

Sample scene- Masked

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Serge was at Helena’s elbow. He whispered in her ear, “Are you ready to have fun?”

“Oh yes, absolutely. Take my hand, and walk me down the stairs. I have men to meet.”

Helena held out her right hand, and Serge took it daintily then led her down the stairs. At the foot of the staircase, Helena looked around. Down here, the restriction of her vision from the mask was much more obvious. People milled around her, appearing as if from nowhere and disappearing just as quickly. Her peripheral vision was completely blocked. She resisted the temptation to pull the mask up and look around.

There were a lot of big hats and feathery headdresses in the room, Helena noticed as she strained to get her bearings. Renee made a good landmark, when the crowd cleared enough to spot her. She squeezed Serge’s hand in both of hers, gave a little bow and then headed for the statuesque woman.

However, Renee started moving away as Helena headed for her, going toward the large drawing room that opened onto the lawn and had a view down to the river. Helena looked around for another point of reference. Xena and the mysterious Henry were nowhere to be seen. She had been planning to reach Renee and then angle off to where she had last seen them. That plan was out of the window now. Maybe she should go with the flow, into the drawing room or library.

Helena jumped when she turned to see a mask just like hers right beside her. The man wearing it wasn’t Henry. He was scantily clad, wearing tight red trunks, with a lifesaver’s buoy and rope over his shoulder. Helena found herself concentrating on the front of those trunks, filled out impressively. She could almost see the veins on the fat, long cock pressing against the restraining material.

The lifeguard held out a hand, and Helena took it. Looking around, she realised she wasn’t the only one checking out his package, which made her grin.

Now that she had found one of her partners for the night, they needed somewhere to go to have their fun. He nodded to the far end of the hallway, where the crowd was thinner, and there were doorways through to kitchen and what had been the servants’ quarters. Helena thought about it for a fraction of a second, then nodded.

They did a little dance as they worked their way around the other guests. Finding themselves against the wall, they edged sideways until they found a door that looked like a panel in the wall. Helena found the handle, reaching blindly because she was distracted by the bulge in the lifeguard’s trunks again, and opened the door. They slipped inside.

“Oh.” Helena looked around. This wasn’t what she had expected. It was dark, and confined. There were shelves along both walls, and, not so far from the door, another wall with jackets and coats hanging from hooks. She had found the way into a cupboard. A large cupboard, admittedly, but not the room or hallway she had been expecting.

As she was about to find the door handle again and make an exit, she felt the warm, firm body of the lifeguard up against her. Without conscious urging, her hips angled toward him, pressing against the fat, hardening shaft in his trunks. Their masks butted together in the dark. Then he found the light switch, and a single, bare bulb illuminated them.

Now, Helena didn’t want to leave the cupboard. Not until she’d done what she came in here to do, anyway. She didn’t have to tell her lifeguard, either, he could tell from the way she was grinding against him. To make her intent even more obvious, she reached down. Searching through the beaded tassels, she found the hem of her dress and raised it up, revealing her naked sex.

The lifeguard’s left hand grasped Helena behind the right knee, lifting it and supporting her, whilst his right went for her pussy. His fingers slipped easily into her, telling her just how excited she was about this.

Helena gasped, and ground against the fingers. Her own hands were busy, pulling at the waistband of the trunks. The lifeguard’s erection sprang out of the gap, eager for attention. Helena was more than happy to give it. One hand grasped the warm, hard shaft, whilst the other carried on tugging the trunks down to free it completely.

It was a lovely cock. Long and hard, with a big, fat head and a fine curve to it. Helena ran her fingers up and down it, tweaking the glans, then working down to cup the balls. She needed it inside her, right away.

The lifeguard read Helena’s desires perfectly. The fingers came out of her pussy and moved around to grasp her left leg. He lifted her so that both feet were off the ground, and she grasped him around the neck to hold herself up. His hands moved up to clasp her buttocks and pulled her toward him.

She didn’t need to help his erection find her pussy. It slipped into her easily, filling her up. He took all her weight and turned, so that she rested against the softness of the coats rather than the hard edges of the shelves. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and levered them to rock against him.

They hit a rhythm quickly, the lifeguard pumping long and hard into Helena, and her grinding against him at the end of each thrust. She did her best to keep the grunts and cries of pleasure quiet, not sure if anyone could hear them outside. But then she felt the first shivers of orgasm, and gasped out loud.

The sound seemed even louder inside the confined space. Perhaps they could be heard outside, but now she didn’t care. The lifeguard joined in the happy sounds as his thrusts sped up. They both cried out their joy as they came together.

Legs trembling, the lifeguard held Helena up as he pumped semen deep inside her. She could feel herself filling up, then overflowing. He’d been carrying around quite a load, just for her. Slowly, he let her feet down to the floor again, and dipped his body to pull out of her.

As his still stiff cock left her body, Helena could feel a big drop of semen follow it. She imagined she heard it splash on the floor, and couldn’t help but giggle. She was still holding on to his neck to keep herself steady, but relaxed her grip to see if she could stand by herself.

Helena was grinning behind the mask. That had been good. Better than good, it had been great. Neither of them had said anything yet, and she wasn’t about to spoil the moment with words. Leaning toward the lifeguard, she pressed the forehead of her mask against his, mimicking a kiss. Then she squeezed past him and took the couple of steps to the door.

She couldn’t see the expression behind the mask, but the lifeguard’s body language suggested a smug grin. His trunks were still halfway down his legs, but he reached for the waistband and started pulling them up.

Helena opened the door a little and looked through the crack. She couldn’t see very much, though, so opened it further and stuck her head out. There were people milling around, but none of them seemed to be looking in her direction. She slipped sideways through the door, closing it behind her.