Pauline Orr - The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 18

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Life at work after that night was different for them. They tried not to be too obvious. There were no laws about fraternizing at work but Camilla was a private person. She would have rather let people to find out later or maybe away from the work place.

Harry on the other hand wanted to shout it from the mountain tops. He had managed to get the girl, no, the woman of his dreams. Apart from this little fact, life at work was pretty much the same. Murders, suicides, investigations. Nothing was really different.

On this particular Thursday evening, Harry had something special planned. Tonight he would live up to his English heritage and show Camilla just how sexy men from England could be. He had made reservations for them at Ma Petite Amor, an exclusive French restaurant downtown.

As he walked up the steps to her house, he straightened his shirt and ran his hand through his thick dark hair. He had decided to play it simple and was in a pair of black slacks and a grey fitting shirt. He rang the doorbell and waited.

“Dr. Van Hauser. You look ravishing,” he said with a smile.

“You don’t look that bad yourself, detective,” she said with a smile. She was in a short black dress and gold slip on high heeled sandals. The back of the dress was left bare exposing the small of her back. She had a long black satin shawl draped on her shoulders and her hair was held up in on glamorous sweep. She did indeed look ravishing, to say the least.

“Shall we go?” he asked. She smiled and nodded. He took her arm as she shut the door behind her and walked her to the car. He held the door open for her and stole a glance as she climbed in.

“You know I saw that, right?” Camilla said when he got into the driver’s seat.

“I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about Dr. Van Hauser,” he said with a smile as he began driving off. She smiled and looked at the road ahead, anxious about the evening that he had in mind for them. She knew that he was a romantic so the French restaurant was no surprise to her. If anything, she had actually pictured him as one of those picnic-in-the-moonlight kind of man.

When they got to the restaurant, he once again held the door open for her before leading her inside. He even went ahead and ordered for them and she had to admit, he had just as good taste in food as he had in women. He had ordered them steak, well done and a side of Thai fried veggies. It was delicious.

“I didn’t peg you for the fine dining type,” Camilla said as she took a generous bite of her steak.

“I don’t know whether to be offended or impressed,” he said with a smile before taking a bite of his own steak.

“Well, it’s none of the above. I just…. well, with the hours you pull at the precinct I thought you to be a pizza and burgers kind of person,” she said. He laughed.

“Dr. Van Hauser, you forget that I am English. We are not only about tea. We also like something salty to bite every now and then,” he said. She looked at him and smiled.

“I know something salty you can bite on,” she said batting her eyelids suggestively.

Harold looked up in surprise. Could she really be suggesting that? Now? Here? His answer came when he felt her foot in between his legs, slowly rubbing his crotch.

“Camilla…” he said closing his eyes. She giggled making him open his eyes. “You are a cruel, cruel person. Do you know that Dr. Van Hauser?” he asked. She smiled.

“I like how you call me Camilla when you are turned on,” she said as she raised her foot again, slowly rubbing his crotch.

“We still have to get dessert,” he said looking at her. “At this rate, dessert can go fuck itself,” he added, not sure whether his voice was loud enough to be heard.

“Then let it,” she said looking into his eyes.

“Check please!” he called as he looked into her eyes. “Dr. Van Hauser, I would very much like to take you over my knee and spank you silly for not finishing your food,” he said in a hushed whisper. She felt herself flush when he said this.

“So you are one of those? Bondage and shit?” she asked. He shook his head.

“Not in the least. Something about you just invokes my inner disciplinarian,” Harold said as the waiter brought the check. He smiled at him and signed the check before standing up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a fifty dollar bill and handed the waiter.

“Thank you,” he said before the two headed out. They walked in silence before finally getting to where the car was. She waited for him to take a step in front of her and open the door but instead, he spun her around and pinned her hard against the car, kissing her deeply, his hands searching her.

“God, woman. What have you done to me?” he asked in a whisper as his fingers slowly traced the side of her face. He kissed her again before he unceremoniously opened the door for her as if nothing had happened. She got in the car and sat quietly wondering what just happened. She had always known that he was an attractive man, a sexy man. She looked at him as he inserted the key in the ignition and revved the engine.

As they began driving, she wondered what the kiss meant. Yes, they had even had sex before, but there was something about that kiss, maybe the words he had said. But maybe, this was not the time to think about that.

She reached over and placed a hand over his crotch. He took a long deep breath in response to her touch. She pulled his zipper down and touched his cock through the flimsy material of his boxer shorts. “Camilla, I’m driving,” he said in a warning tone.

“Then pull over,” she said looking at him. He looked out the window and sighed.

“This is a neighborhood full of school going children,” he said as he drove on.

“So, what? We are not about to do any kind of PDA. You have a very lovely back seat and the tint on your windows is simply superb,” she cooed. He looked at her and pulled over to the side of the road.

Without a word, she unbuckled her belt and jumped to the back seat. He looked at her through the rear view mirror and noticed that she was taking off her panties. He watched as she licked two fingers before taking her hand down to touch herself. Though he could not really see what was going on between her legs, he could tell from the expression she had that she was having a good time.

He unbuckled his own belt and joined her on the back seat. He looked at her as he quickly got out of his boxer shorts before pulling her dress down. She gasped when he suddenly took one nipple inside her mouth as his other hand busied itself lifting her dress to her waist.

He then pulled away from her lips and roughly pulled her down on the seat. He placed one ankle on the driver’s seat head rest and then brought his head down to kiss her smooth lips. She shivered and moaned as he took in one lip after the other, slowly. She arched her back when he suddenly pushed his tongue inside her, searching her, tasting her.

As if this was not enough torture, he pulled his tongue out and put his lips on her clit and then sucked deeply. She put a hand over her mouth in a bid to suppress her moans as he sucked on her hard. She shivered against his mouth as he alternated between sucking her and plunging his tongue into her.

He pulled away from her and laid himself on her. She looked into his eyes in the dim light and gasped as he pushed himself inside her in one swift push. She could have sworn she felt her walls pulsate in just that one move.

Unlike last time, he was not at all interested in going slow. He just went into her hard, fucking her like his life depended on it. She clawed on his back as he rocked her in rhythm. She suddenly wanted to cry out and give in to her urges but she did not want to cum, not just yet. She gasped when he suddenly pulled out of her and pulled her to a sitting position.