1. I'll Be Waiting


    Date: 3/3/2017, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: Holly21, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    My apartment was broken into, and shortly after I reported it to the police, they sent a detective over to investigate. He was tall and handsome, sexy and smart, and he made me feel safe when he came inside. I showed him my bedroom, where the crime took place, and showed him the empty drawer where my underwear and sex toys were stolen. While he walked around the bedroom looking for clues, I went to my bathroom and changed into a short pink slip with tiny straps. Nothing underneath. I opened the door just enough for him to notice me touching up my make-up in front of the mirror. He looked surprised when he saw me walking back into the bedroom towards him. “What’s this?” he asked, referring to the way I was dressed. “Whatever you want to make it,” I answered sexily. That was enough of an invitation for him, and the look of lust darkened his face. His eyes couldn’t resist my young, ripe body, and neither could his hands. He stepped behind me and guided a hand over my waist. We stood in front of the vanity and looked into the mirror together while he stood behind me, his hand moving around to the front of my tummy and pulling me tighter against him. He leaned down and kissed my neck and my shoulder, sending warm shivers down my spine. Then turned me around, picked me up and perched me on top of the vanity like a slender china doll. His hands ran over the tops of my thighs, under my slip, up the slender curve of my belly to my breasts. One hand on each, he felt the soft flesh of ...
    my breasts and the way my nipples rose under his palms, and he felt his cock getting harder by the second. He rolled my nipple between this thumb and forefinger, while finding the other nipple with his lips and nibbled it through the silk. I groaned and wrapped my legs around him, drawing him to me. But he had other ideas, reaching his hands to my knees and prying my legs apart. The fingers of one hand shimmied up my inner thighs while he held my face with the other hand and searched my mouth with his tongue. I moaned against his lips as his fingers explored my wetness. I completely gave myself to him, my body melting like candle wax. I wanted to tear off his clothes and have him inside me, but he quickly sank to his knees, gripping my thighs as he licked slowly along the length of my wet slit. He got me breathing heavily and teetering on the edge of the vanity, drawing my knees up, leaning back against the mirror, inviting his tongue inside me. It took just minutes for me to climax in a pool of ecstasy while he lapped at my juices. Still breathing heavily, I slipped off the edge of the vanity and started to unbutton his shirt, then busied my fingers on his pants. My hands grabbed hold of his cock when I set it free – mmm, so big and hard. I wanted it in my mouth, to taste it, to suck it. And anxious to get on my knees, I began sinking lower, my lips drooling. But then his cell phone rang and he had to answer it. “I got to go. A crime is taking place,” he said. It was a crime ...
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