A Girl Named Grey (She's 18 & Ready! - erotica/erotic story)by Megan Holly
A businessman on a cross-country business trip picks up a hitchhiker, an eighteen-year old girl named Grey: A beautiful girl caught in a rainstorm... leads to three weeks on the road together... and an attraction that leads to wonderfully
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Who�s seducing who? Can a thirty-six-year old man find something lasting beyond great sex with a girl half his age?
A businessman on a cross-country business trip picks up a hitchhiker, an eighteen-year old girl named Grey: A beautiful girl caught in a rainstorm... leads to three weeks on the road together... and an attraction that leads to wonderfully enjoyable sex... road trips come to an end... can what they have found together last?
Like in an old melodrama, we were in each other's arms. We just held each other. I was relieved more than anything else, because the self-torture was over. The
passion could come later. Right now it was enough just to know that I had her, that my feelings were reciprocated.
But the passion couldn't wait for Grey. Her mouth sought mine, and, finding it, clamped tightly to my lips. The morose young woman I had picked up in the rain, the
vivacious young woman who had captivated my imagination, had become the passionate young woman who was crushing me in her arms. How many more Greys were there? What sides to her had I not yet seen? I was eager to find out.
I returned her kisses with equal fervor. We nibbled on each other's lips and exploring tongue. I inhaled her perfume. Perfume?
I gently pried Grey's delicious body
away from mine. I looked at the dressing gown in a new light. With trembling fingers, I untied her belt. The satin robe fell open to reveal Grey, dressed for seduction in a camisole and panties, garters and stockings, all white.
�I wasn't sure if I wanted to seduce you or not,� she explained, somewhat bashfully. �I wanted to, but I wasn't sure if it was what you really wanted. You know?�
�I know. I know exactly. When did you get these?�
She actually blushed, the first time I'd ever seen her do that, and she was heartbreakingly beautiful. �That first day in Knoxville. I had an idea.�
I chuckled and pulled her back to me. I let my hands roam over her. Soft satin and silk, soft skin. I felt warm fingers unbutton my shirt, soft moist lips against my chest.
�I suppose the swimsuit was for my benefit also?�
I felt her head nod against my shoulder. �And the open door afterward. But you were a perfect gentleman, damn you.� She nipped at my chest with her teeth.
I laughed in surprise. I took her tightly by the waist and threw her on the bed. I landed on top of her, hands and knees on either side of her, my weight just barely
pressing down on her.
�I suppose you want some kind of barbarian, hmm?� I growled menacingly and ripped at her robe. Of course, all I did was pull it off her shoulders.
She just giggled.
Then she gave me the most serious look she had ever given me. �I just want you.�
We kissed again, long and deep. Grey pulled my shirt off my back and tossed it away. She ran her hands up and down my arms, touching nothing but the hairs. I never knew my arms could be an erogenous zone, and maybe they're not, except with Grey. She explored every curve of my torso while I kissed her. My shoulder blades and the crook of my neck, every vertebra, even my �love handles�....
(End of excerpt)
Short story: apprx. 8000 words.
All characters are 18 or older. Short story intended for adults.
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- RSVP Press
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