Hurray! Unwrap some jolly Christmas surprise with my new story, out now!
Yes, yes, generic short story cover – but it’s for A Pre-Date Encounter!! Watch out for this baby coming out in January.
I may be hosting a couple of give-aways soon, so stay t00ned! 😉
Copyright Ellen Heights 2012, all rights reserved, Silver Publishing inc
Oh God, oh God. Now I’d gone and done it. I’d unconsciously invited him into my cubicle and now he must be thinking I was some sort of slut. All right, I had intended to lead him on a little, but not like that.
Or had I? Had that been my intention, deep down? Had the mysterious woman who’d taken up residence inside me changed my mind as well as my voice?
I decided it was the dress’s fault. With the zip still undone, I advanced to the curtain with the intention of apologising, or excusing myself, or something. Anything. It might have meant the end of our date before it had even started, but it was better than nothing. Why hadn’t I gotten the hang of this stuff yet?
I was reaching for the curtain when it suddenly opened. He stepped in and closed it behind him.
I stared up at him, smelling his cologne, breathing in his scent. That look was still in his eyes, and I was still in my dress. . Breathe, just breathe.
I’d opened my lips to speak, with no idea what I was going to say, when he grabbed me by the hips and kissed me.
Just like I’d dreamed, his stubble rasped against my skin, and his hands were warm and his lips strong and moist. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his neck and delved in, my tongue sliding softly against his, my hands running through his hair.
I didn’t register what was happening, and I didn’t want to. I just wanted to keep feeling the way I was, my whole body exploding, my pussy moistening at the very touch of him. I didn’t even think of Roxanne catching us in this dressing room, fumbling around inside the only cubicle with its curtain closed. Someone only needed to enter the room and hear us…
Forget about it. Enjoy the moment.
He breathed heavily through his nose, and his kiss became more passionate. He slipped a hand inside my dress and touched my skin, the small of my back, the swell of my buttocks. He pulled his hand out and hoisted the dress up onto my hips, feeling all over me with his large, wandering hands. All the while he was kissing me with those strong, strong lips.
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” I whispered when we came up for air. I felt like I had to say something; this was completely crazy. But that wasn’t what I wanted, and my whole body was screaming that fact. He paused, holding me close to him, waiting for me to decide. I kissed him again. “Don’t stop,” I said.
He carried on kissing me, groping me, feeling me all over. At some point he slid down my knickers and they dropped to the floor. Now he had free rein of my lower body, and his hands explored all over… ~
(Ellen Heights: A Pre-Date Encounter, Silver Publishing)