101 EROTICA STORIES Read Online Free Page B
Author: Vallen Green
of him that liked her where she was, even more so when her sleepwear gave him a great view down her shirt.
The only thing he had to deal with was having his head go straight into the gutter as he lay awake at night thinking of her in various states of undress, how deep her blush would be if he started talking dirty into her ear, how her hair would look splayed across the pillow as he hovered on top of her. Those thoughts had him fighting with a raging hard on for three nights now, wanting so much to just roll them both over and making what was going on in his head a reality. But he couldn’t do that, not to sweet, innocent Carissa.
So each night, he slept for a few short hours, waking up to feel her wrapped around him, trying hard to keep his wayward thoughts at bay and attempting to fall back to sleep. Every morning, he fought hard to get up before her, carefully moving out of her embrace so he could take care of his morning wood and wake himself up with a cold shower.
“Nick?”
He snapped his head up when she spoke his name, catching the amused expression on her face. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that people had started to file out of the function hall, the seminar having come to an end. His cheeks were tinted pink when he realized she had probably been asking him something or the other when she noticed he hadn’t been paying attention.
“Do you have any plans on leaving or do you wanna stay here until the next speaker arrives?” she joked. “I don’t think the next seminar will be useful to us though.”
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly.
The two walked out into the lobby, with Carissa suggesting he just head back to their hotel room so he could get some rest while she covered their booth at the convention. “It’s the second to the last day,” she added. “I’m pretty sure I know everything there is to standing in that small space, handing out brochures and entertaining questions. I’ll wake you up in time for dinner.”
She didn’t even give him any time to argue, rushing away from his side and throwing a wave of her hand to say goodbye, leaving Nicholas staring after her.
A yawn forced its way through his mouth, and having been basically dismissed without anything else to do, he turned on his heel and headed towards the elevators. He might as well get his sleep now because he definitely wasn’t expecting any later.
***
Nicholas woke up to see the bright flashing lights filtering through the hotel window, bringing the life of Times Square even more apparent. Night time, he thought, rubbing his eyes of sleep.
He tiredly got out of bed and padded his way to the bathroom, eyes half closed. He was awakened fully however at the shrill shriek that echoed off the walls as soon as he opened the door.
“Shit,” he hissed, quickly making his way back out and slamming the door closed. “I’m sorry!”
His mouth hung open as he tried to gather his bearings but all he could really think about was the image of Carissa patting her body dry with a towel as she stepped out of the shower. He could fill a stirring from deep in his stomach. Even that short split-second glimpse at what she had to offer was more than enough to get his thoughts racing.
When he lay awake at night, he had imagined what she must have looked like underneath her clothes, but seeing the real thing was definitely better. For her petite frame, she had curves in all the right places – ample breasts, wide hips and a round ass. He almost couldn’t believe that he had that sweet body pressed up against him each night and he did nothing.
His head snapped up when the door to the bathroom opened again, his eyes roaming from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. He took note of the deep blush on her cheeks as her gaze went everywhere but on him.
“I forgot to grab a change of clothes,” she said shyly, fidgeting from one foot to the other as she stood in
The only thing he had to deal with was having his head go straight into the gutter as he lay awake at night thinking of her in various states of undress, how deep her blush would be if he started talking dirty into her ear, how her hair would look splayed across the pillow as he hovered on top of her. Those thoughts had him fighting with a raging hard on for three nights now, wanting so much to just roll them both over and making what was going on in his head a reality. But he couldn’t do that, not to sweet, innocent Carissa.
So each night, he slept for a few short hours, waking up to feel her wrapped around him, trying hard to keep his wayward thoughts at bay and attempting to fall back to sleep. Every morning, he fought hard to get up before her, carefully moving out of her embrace so he could take care of his morning wood and wake himself up with a cold shower.
“Nick?”
He snapped his head up when she spoke his name, catching the amused expression on her face. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that people had started to file out of the function hall, the seminar having come to an end. His cheeks were tinted pink when he realized she had probably been asking him something or the other when she noticed he hadn’t been paying attention.
“Do you have any plans on leaving or do you wanna stay here until the next speaker arrives?” she joked. “I don’t think the next seminar will be useful to us though.”
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly.
The two walked out into the lobby, with Carissa suggesting he just head back to their hotel room so he could get some rest while she covered their booth at the convention. “It’s the second to the last day,” she added. “I’m pretty sure I know everything there is to standing in that small space, handing out brochures and entertaining questions. I’ll wake you up in time for dinner.”
She didn’t even give him any time to argue, rushing away from his side and throwing a wave of her hand to say goodbye, leaving Nicholas staring after her.
A yawn forced its way through his mouth, and having been basically dismissed without anything else to do, he turned on his heel and headed towards the elevators. He might as well get his sleep now because he definitely wasn’t expecting any later.
***
Nicholas woke up to see the bright flashing lights filtering through the hotel window, bringing the life of Times Square even more apparent. Night time, he thought, rubbing his eyes of sleep.
He tiredly got out of bed and padded his way to the bathroom, eyes half closed. He was awakened fully however at the shrill shriek that echoed off the walls as soon as he opened the door.
“Shit,” he hissed, quickly making his way back out and slamming the door closed. “I’m sorry!”
His mouth hung open as he tried to gather his bearings but all he could really think about was the image of Carissa patting her body dry with a towel as she stepped out of the shower. He could fill a stirring from deep in his stomach. Even that short split-second glimpse at what she had to offer was more than enough to get his thoughts racing.
When he lay awake at night, he had imagined what she must have looked like underneath her clothes, but seeing the real thing was definitely better. For her petite frame, she had curves in all the right places – ample breasts, wide hips and a round ass. He almost couldn’t believe that he had that sweet body pressed up against him each night and he did nothing.
His head snapped up when the door to the bathroom opened again, his eyes roaming from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. He took note of the deep blush on her cheeks as her gaze went everywhere but on him.
“I forgot to grab a change of clothes,” she said shyly, fidgeting from one foot to the other as she stood in
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