When you read about Mark and Lucy’s sexual fantasies you may need that cold shower. Join them on a wet, wild and deliciously sensual ride and dare to wonder about your own.
Mark and Lucy Fuller have a great marriage, or so they think. But there is always room for improvement and there is one side to their marriage that they have never discussed or indulged in and that is their fantasies. When Lucy is referred to a new club where they can enact their fantasies, albeit only be intimate with one another, they become members and discover a whole new side to their marriage with some interesting and positive results.
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“Mark, can you check the store?” my manager asks me. “A load of teenagers have just come in and I don’t like the look of them. Light-fingered bunch, the lot of them. Can you stroll down the aisles?”
Jeez. The man sees a potential thief in everyone and I roll my eyes behind his back. I’ve been a store detective for a week and think the job sucks. Nothing interesting ever happens apart from inside this man’s head, and if it does, I really don’t give a fuck. What do I care if some kids nick a few beers? For the money I’m earning, it’s really no skin off my nose. Good luck to ’em.
I leave the office and go down the first aisle. As predicted, fuck-all happening, and I’m tempted to go home early. The boss goes home in five anyway. I round an aisle and stop. A cute little blonde has just stuffed two lipsticks into her shirt. I watch mesmerized as she then sashays out of the store in a pair of tight little shorts. I grin. Things have become interesting all of a sudden.
I follow her out of the store and put a hand on her shoulder. “Would you like to come back into the store with me, Miss? I believe you have something that’s not yours.”
I feel her jump guiltily before she slowly turns around. She looks up at me all awkward and embarrassed. I can’t believe my luck. Up close, I think she’s breath-taking. Her pixie face is tanned, clear skinned and free of makeup, which I like. Her huge green eyes draw me in and I like the look of guilt in them. Her body is well-toned and displayed for my pleasure in a pair of light pink shorts and short-sleeved shirt. I can’t wait to get her alone in the office and teach her the error of her ways! And she definitely needs it.
The girl follows me reluctantly back into the store. I take her to the far end and into a room. I can’t wait to start questioning her. This is going to be fun, and I’m going to behave totally inappropriately toward her, which will probably get me fired at the end of the day. But if it means tasting this sweet little thing, I think
I can manage without the crap pay check.
I shut the door with a loud click and the girl jumps nervously. I think it’s cute how she chews nervously on her lower lip. Pretty soon, I’ll be biting that lip.
“I believe you’ve taken something from the store that doesn’t belong to you, Miss,” I say sternly, waiting for her to admit to her guilt.
She looks up at me.
“I haven’t taken anything.” Her breathless voice makes me hard as nails. “You must have made a mistake.”
I study her for a few minutes to make her squirm in the heavy silence.
“It’s going to be like that, is it?” I drawl. “In which case, I’m going to have to frisk you.”
I walk forward before she can blink an eye, turn her around, place her hands above her head, flat palmed against the door, and I nudge her legs slightly apart. Then I totally break the rules by running my hands down her body, patting her down, pretending to look for the lipsticks when I know she’s stuffed them down her bra all along.
“Hey!” she squeaks. “I don’t think you can do this to me.”
“Hush, sweet cheeks,” I whisper near her ear and feel her shiver at my close proximity. “I can do what I like to girls who misbehave. Where’ve you hidden them, darlin’?”
The girl draws in a breath as my hands lightly run down her arms, over her chest and breasts, where they linger, only to squeeze the mounds and rub her nipples into hard peaks, before continuing down her body.
“I really don’t think you have any right to touch me like this.” It comes out a gasp, but she’s leaning into my touch.
“Did you hide them in your shorts?” I rasp as I run my hands over her bum in the tight, tiny shorts, cupping the cheeks and squeezing them. I can’t help myself.
Then my hand sneaks around the front and rubs her mound through the thin material of her shorts. My cock hardens further at her surprised little gasp, and I stand up to turn her back to face me.
“Well, that search didn’t reveal anything, but I saw you take the
lipsticks and know you concealed them on your tight little body somewhere.”
She gulps, licking her lips and looking at me with her huge eyes.
“Then you’ll simply have to find them,” she dares me.