Peppermint Surprise, Christmas Candy Anthology

Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

Jada Walker is a quiet woman on a date with a man whose name she can barely remember.  She has resigned herself to the fact that it either works with him, or she will be alone for Christmas this year.  She doesn’t expect to stumble into a secret sex club and meet a man that answers sexual fantasies she didn’t even know she had.
 

Jada realized she still had the candy in her mouth, and her cheeks were sore from having sucked on it hard as she watched the couple. Never much for voyeurism, she suddenly found herself intrigued and fascinated, as well as incredibly turned on by this place she had stumbled into. This night was turning into quite a little adventure already, and what she had learned about herself in just this short time was eye opening.

The first hint she had was a shiver that ran down her arms, sending tingles all the way to her crotch as she felt him come up behind her. He was big, whoever he was, and he smelled divine. It was the first thing about him she was aware of, his earthy, seductive, yet somehow familiar, scent. Afraid to look behind her, she looked up at the bar, trying to see him in the mirror. Just her luck, though, she was angled away from the mirror, and wasn’t able to see anything behind her.

He moved in closer, pressing his crotch against her ass, covering her shoulders with his hands which he slowly stroked down her arms. What should I do? Her breath quickened as she thought rapidly. What do I want to do? Slowly she slid the candy stick out of her mouth, and laid it glistening with her saliva on her cocktail napkin.

She felt his breath against her ear as he leaned down. “Did you like what you saw?” His sultry, soft whisper sent shivers to her toes.

Swallowing hard, she jerked her head in a nod before she could even think to tell him to take a hike.

“Tell me one of your fantasies.”