Lust In Vein

Nicole stood under the shower letting the drops of hot water run down her body. She often stood in this manner; eyes closed, arms propped against the shower wall and her head resting on the back of her wrists, simply enjoying the feel of the water on her skin.

She let the last vestiges of the day wash away from her body and wind its way down the drain in a wake of soap, while her mind readied itself for the evening.

“Another one of his hair brained ideas,” she said to herself, even though she smiled at the notion her boyfriend had concocted.

Nicole considered Stephen to be a degenerate at best, but despite his tendencies to be a little perverse, she often found herself excited when he came up with another clever way to take their erotic fantasies to the next level.

For tonight’s adventure, he had set the stage masterfully. Their exploits would take place in the heart of a notorious swinger’s club, where they would supposedly swap partners with another couple of their choosing. She could hear Stephen’s voice in her head even now finding herself mocking him and his reasonable tone.

“Nikki we can kill two birds with one stone tonight. You said you wanted to know what it was like to be with another woman. This will give you the opportunity to explore that fantasy. It’s a win-win situation.”

Nicole laughed aloud to relieve the pressure of her emotions. She couldn’t deny the fact that the idea thrilled her on some primal level, but she was also filled with tension and doubt.

The sound of Stephen’s voice shattered the bramble of her thoughts and jolted her back to reality. Peering around the shower curtain, Nicole watched Stephen enter the bathroom.

She had always enjoyed watching Stephen move—He wasn’t a muscle bound beefcake nor a skinny beanpole. There was something fluid, almost catlike about the way his muscles worked together and she found it hard not to watch him.

He caught her looking at him and made a show of removing his boxers, before tossing them onto the toilet seat. Nicole rolled her eyes and disappeared once more into the shower’s spray, just as Stephen stepped in behind her.

Stephen knew how he affected her and oftentimes drove her insane with his teasing. When he entered the shower, he made sure his body brushed against her, sending an uncontrollable shudder from her head to her toes.

“It’s gonna be great tonight,” Stephen said behind her, moving so close she could feel the brush of his body hair where they surfed the ripples of his washboard stomach.

He reached around her and enfolded her into a warm embrace, while the length of his member hardened almost instantly against the soft mound of her ass. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against him, and listening to the low rumble of his voice.

“Don’t tell me you’re not the least bit excited about my idea?” He asked, but did not give her an opportunity to respond.

“What’s a matter Nikki, not kinky enough for you?” He kissed her ear and then snatched the soapy rag from her hand while she was distracted by the sensations his body produced inside her.

“Hey give that back. I’m not playing Stephen, give it back,” she said, trying to snag the washcloth from his hand.

“Tell me you’re excited and I’ll give it back,” Stephen teased, his lips curling into a lopsided grin.

“Come on Stephen, stop being a dick,” Nicole said sullenly, pouting with a practiced ease.

“I can’t it’s permanently attached,” Stephen said sweetly, twirling the rag on one finger.

Nicole glanced at him over her shoulder and once more rolled her eyes.

“I’ll fix that for you, if you keep yanking my chain,” Nicole quipped, making a scissor-like motion with her fingers.

“I thought you liked it when I yanked your chain.”

Stephen’s full lips spread into a wicked grin, as he arched one dark eyebrow suggestively and then tossed the washcloth from hand to hand. Nicole sighed and ran her fingers through her long dark hair squeezing the excess water from it, before fixing him with a dubious look over her shoulder.

“Don’t give me that look. I was just going to wash your back for you.”

“Right— And the moon’s made of cheese.”

Nevertheless, she turned around and gave him her back. Nicole felt Stephen’s hands move softly over her shoulders, his touch confident and knowing. A low moan escaped her, even as he reached around to soap her breasts with long and languid strokes.

“I thought you were going to wash my back,” Nicole purred.

“I did, but there were other areas that may have collected a bit more dirt.”

“Yeah, I can think of a few areas that need extra attention,” Nicole murmured, too distracted to stop him.

She felt her breath quicken, as his hand slid between her legs to cup and caress the soft folds of her sex. Trembling, she pressed herself tightly against him, feeling the hardened length of him glide easily along the crack of her ass.

She clenched her muscles tighter to increase the friction, basking in the sensations now accumulating in her groin. Reaching behind her, she grabbed Stephen’s ass and tried to guide his movements.

Nicole’s skin was on fire, roaring like a firestorm beneath Stephen’s fingers. Unable to help herself any longer she turned toward him, letting his arms surround her once more in a cocoon of his strength.

Hunger welled up inside her, prickling along her skin like an electric current, while her body yearned only to complete the circuit. Their lips met in a fervent kiss, tongues lacing together in a familiar rhythm that muted most of Nicole’s audible moans.

“See, I knew you were horny. Let’s go get that itch scratched.”

He withdrew his hands and began to lather himself, leaving her hanging over the precipice of arousal by her fingernails.

“I thought you were going to handle that,” Nicole said suggestively, tracing a finger over the swell of his chess.

“Yeah well, I need you horny tonight, not sated.”

Nicole smacked him and jumped out of the shower, pissed because he had managed to leave her in a state of wanting with no promise of immediate release.

“You’re a jerk, Stephen,” she said, giving him a sour look and the finger.

“I love you Nikki,” he said, blowing her a kiss, before reaching for the bottle of shampoo on the shower’s edge.

Nicole dried herself and tried to squelch the surge of arousal that still throbbed like a discordant heartbeat between her legs. Despite her interim frustrations, she knew Stephen would make sure she was completely satisfied by the end of the night, though she wasn’t altogether pleased with the methods he had used to get her worked up.

“Damn him to hell for pushing my buttons,” she thought to herself.

Nicole was peeved, but she decided that instead of sulking over the incident, she would return the favor threefold.

She waited until he had begun to rinse the shampoo from his hair and then reached into the shower to turn up the volume of cold water. She ran from the bathroom giggling, the sound of his screams echoing behind her.

“Now, that is what I call poetic justice.”

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When I went to work at Demoiselle International, I knew nothing about perfume or what was involved in the making of it, but I was hard-pressed to pay off the loans for my doctorate and they needed a synthetic chemist, so I took the job.

In the beginning, I thought that making perfume compounds couldn’t be any different than mixing synthetics for any other industry. After all it was still chemistry and chemistry I understood. It was simple and straightforward, everything had a value and for the most part a predictable outcome. That is until I started working on Compound X14, which ultimately changed everything I knew about chemistry and everything I thought I knew about myself.

I had always been the kind of woman who oozed brain cells rather than sex appeal when I walked into a room. Though I wasn’t ugly, my face certainly wouldn’t stop traffic unless it had accidentally become imbedded in the grill of someone’s car.

Overall, I wasn’t anything special. Still single and unattached to anyone at twenty-eight, I can honestly say I never really pined for the white picket fence and wedding ring. I was content being invisible and unwanted by those around me. I truly believed that relationships were just too volatile and complex. So I stuck with what I knew best…chemistry. That was the case until my little accident.

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“You forgot something,” I said, as I crooked my finger and beckoned her towards me. She moved gracefully on long shapely legs, a Hippocratic goddess in her scarlet bra and panties. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra letting it fall to the exam room floor. I captured her nipple in my mouth using my tongue to paint circles around it. She moaned as my teeth grazed carefully over her nipple, her hands grasping my hair. I slid my hand into her panties cupping her sex with my fingers. She was soaking wet as my fingers caressed her clitoris and my mouth once more found hers.

Excerpt from, 'Compromising Positions' by Artemis.