Pauline Orr: The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 18

'I can't believe how difficult you're being.'

'That child is the light of my life. The reason I live, the reason I breathe, the reason my heart beats,' professed Tory.

'Were all those reasons at the forefront of your mind last night when you were being rogered in a public car-park?'

'No, you've got me there.'

'Don't you want my minge to get an airing?' cajoled Lauren.

'Yes, but it is hard for me to overcome my competitive edge; especially on bingo night.'

'Fine. I don't need Lucy tonight, but I want her tomorrow morning. Can I pick her up at 9am?'

'Are you taking a sickie from work?'

'Playing the game Tory. Be proud and help me out here.'

'Sacrificing work for a shag, how can I refuse? She'll be ready, but if you're sealing the dealing in Lucy's presence make sure she's blindfolded. I don't want her psychologically traumatized by your whorish habits my friend.'

Lauren hung up, hoping the hint of a plan she had may actually succeed.

***

Up before the roosters crowed, not that there were any to crow in the centre of London, Lauren bathed, shaved, waxed and made herself genuinely ravishing. She had to appear single and not necessarily the baby's mother. Kids were a turn-off for men (if they weren't the fathers), thus her relationship couldn't be too close to Lucy.

An Aunty status would be fine with a dollop of MILF in the mix. Children's reading time in the library demanded Lauren to act out a mature, committed family-oriented but sexually starved persona for the concept to be executed.

If sex was on the cards she needed to be physically accessible. Strategically dressed, Bohemian could be sexy. A long flowing skirt would whisk up gracefully, but she'd need a tight top to get the cleavage taunting. Her big breasts were her best assets; if they weren't pendulous and pointy she wouldn't be securing any sex before summer ended.

Her reflection in the mirror was ordinary and plain. Her flat sandals gave her legs almost no shape, the flowing tie-dyed skirt contrasted with the tight, black, low cut t-shirt. This whole débâcle wasn't Lauren's style. Frankly speaking, current circumstances couldn't get much worse.

She'd scouted the library herself all day Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. As it was summer holidays, the library dedicated an hour each morning to a children's corner reading session. The children were supervised as they listened to the enthralling story-teller, affording parents an hour to have a drink, smoke or peruse the library.

The children accompanied by responsible adults and carers had Lauren convinced the men in attendance were married. Tory had shrugged off her recent marital encounter stating the problem already existed in the relationship.

She claimed she'd done nothing to damage the marriage, but Lauren didn't think her actions would have benefited the couple in any way. She wasn't sure her conscience could handle her playing an active role in a crumbling marriage.

Reassuring herself it was a social come sexual experiment and only a one night stand, she girded her loins, placing Lucy in a chair to enjoy the literary entertainment. Lauren hugged Lucy; unlike her chatterbox, boisterous mother she was meek and easygoing.

She'd clocked the man; trapped him in her sights. Having briefly spoken under the guise of whether the 'tale time' session would be appropriate for her 'niece' Lucy. Stocky and solid with short cut brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, he introduced himself as Ben, assuring her his son, a similar age to Lucy, adored it.

Easing the pressure, Ben extended an opportunity to discuss the effort in occupying toddlers over a coffee in the library café, giving Lauren the opportunity to let him know she'd return the next day with her 'niece'.

Lauren was relieved when Ben dropped his son. He approached her. Lauren knew it was all going to go wrong. She would fail miserably. Her next move had never been included in Lauren's seduction repertoire, it was far more Tory's style, but she had to bite the bullet to rapidly increase the pace between her and Ben.

'I wondered if you might like to fuck me.'

Ben spat his coffee across the table.

'I know that's bold and probably the worst proposition you’ve ever received but it's genuine. I like you and I'd love to have sex with you. Today. I thought maybe the toilet. The security don't patrol it and the disabled one has plenty of space.'

'You're actually being serious?'

She nodded shamefully.

'No third date rule.'

'The end of summer has altered the rules for me.'

'I'm flabbergasted. I didn't have you down as that kind of girl.'

'What kind of girl am I? The boring English Rose. Mousy hair, blue eyes, translucent skin with a pear shape that can flatter no clothes.'

'I never said that,' he said, raising his hands defensively.

'Fuck me. Deflower me. Destroy what homely unexciting aura I exude.'

Without another word he stood and walked to the disabled toilets. Relieved no one had witnessed the discussion in the café, Lauren followed him, after ensuring the path from the café to toilets was free from spectators.

Upon entry, she was taken aback when he pulled her hair to tip her head, allowing his mouth to crush hers. He roughly directed her to the sink, where her arms rested. Lifting the skirt, he slapped her arse hard. Her blue French knickers were expensive and arousing. He slapped harder until she whimpered. Shoving her underwear aside, his cock went in.

Lauren knew she shouldn't shout but it had been so long since she'd had sex, the helmet ploughing her slit had her biting back a cry. He grunted as he thrust into her. The sink was creaking with the force he used. He wasn't tall, but he was broad and solid; his muscular thighs were powerful enough to have her begging for mercy.

'But you wanted to fuck right?'

Grabbing a handful of hair he wrenched her head to oblige her to stare into the mirror as he continued to use her like a whore. Getting into the act, Lauren watched contentedly. Reaching for her handbag, as her hands found the phone she snapped a picture of the mirror's reflection. A thorough 'seeing to' was exactly what the doctor prescribed — the doctor being her best friend Tory. The more he banged, the more eagerly she railed down his shaft.

Her sluttiness excited and disgusted him. His hands went to her top to rip down the middle of the v-neck. Ben smirked, wondering how she was going to get herself home with the garment unwearable. She was feigning immodesty and casual indifference but when the act was over she'd finally appreciate what a meaningless fuck actually was.

Having not worn a bra, Ben's hands were free to maul her breasts. Their plumpness had him grabbing handfuls of the divine soft flesh to twist in his hands. Rather than pinching her nipples, he squeezed them, pulling them down low until a barely audible scream registered.

He dislodged himself. Closing the lid of the toilet, he pushed his jeans down to his shoes and sat on the seat.

'Well get on and fuck me.'

Lauren was slightly alert to the danger of the situation. He was a stranger. He was strong. None of her friends or family knew where she was. She couldn't defend herself. She had actively asked, given him permission to do this.

'Get on my fucking dick.'

She straddled him. Annoyed at her tardiness he pulled her straight down, jerking his hips to remind her how deep he could go. The elements Lauren found annoying, were also those that had her rating this as the best sex she'd ever had. He was borderline abusive and dismissive of her, yet her body was experiencing boundless pleasure.

Putting her hands on his shoulders, she rode hard; squeezing down low on the shaft, clenching to massage the shaft within. The sexual workout was phenomenal, but she knew her thighs would kill tomorrow. Inadvertent accidents when she rose too high and dislodged Ben's cock, had them both groaning when she imbibed him back in.