My latest title - Caught in the Act! - has been published on Kindle and Smashwords. I hope you like it - the story is based on three events which actually happened to people with whom I have worked over the years. I took the three threads and spun them into one single narrative.
Here's the outline:
Sally is promoted and moved to a new job; she finds a key member of her staff has a private habit and has alienated the rest of her team to the extent that its whole future is in doubt. Anxious to make her mark in the office, she attempts to impose her own controversial solution to the problem... sometimes calling her own sanity into question. Can she resolve the situation - and create a successful team from the remnant she has inherited?
And here's a specimen extract to whet your appetite:
At the end of
one particularly exhausting day during her final period in her current job, she
was relieved when it was time to get to bed.
She lived alone in her apartment, and had become used to her routine;
she hoped that the new job wouldn’t interfere with the way of life that she had
established over the years. Sleep came
easily to her that night but she was visited by an unusual dream.
She was in the
bar where she had been celebrating with her friends shortly after the news of
her promotion had been announced. This
time, she was sitting in the chair that had been occupied by the young guy who
had stared at her with such passion as he played with himself. And the guy was back there in the dream,
drinking at the table she had used; she looked down at his lap, and noticed he
had his cock out again. It was hanging
limp, waiting to be entertained.
Responding to
the challenge, she pulled up her skirt and made sure he could see the tops of
her stockings, with the fastenings of her suspenders or garters. He was electrified. His hand flew to his crotch and his fingers
curled round his cock. She decided to go
further, and pulled her panties aside to show him her pussy. He began pumping hard at his dick. Licking her lips to entice him further, she
allowed her hand to wander down to her clit, parting her labia and showing him
her vagina.
His face had
gone red with pleasure, his eyes concentrating on her stockings, her thighs and
her genitalia. It can’t be long now, she
thought. He’ll have to come soon.
She focused her
attention on the tiny pee-hole at the end of his dick head, willing his semen
to spill out on to the carpet.
But, for all the
energy he was putting into the exercise, his climax wouldn’t arrive. Disappointed, but eager to help, she got out
of her chair and knelt down under his table, positioning herself between his
feet. Without a word, she reached
forward and put his warm erection in her mouth, moving it round gently with her
tongue.
With her lips
locked round his shaft, she groaned in an effort to prompt him to share his
pleasure with her. He remained silent;
she moaned louder.
She jolted in
her bed, and woke up. She had been
moaning in her sleep, and the sound had quickly returned her to the real
world. Her crotch was wet from her
dream.
Looking at her
alarm clock, she noticed it was only three o’clock. She turned over and willed herself back to
the bar, hoping to resume her ardour with this stranger. But the scene wouldn’t return, and she felt
frustrated; she couldn’t get back to sleep while she was in this state.
Grabbing her pillow, she tucked it between her legs
and thrust her pelvis against it; she squeezed her eyes shut, thinking of the
guy in the chair who was jerking himself off as the edge of the pillow brushed
roughly against her clit. In less than a
minute she felt overcome with an intense rapture that flooded through her,
bringing her infatuation to its conclusion.---------------------
I hope you enjoy it! I'm busy preparing stories for inclusion in the next edition of Waterlines (number 15). Watch this space for more news.
Keep smiling!
Best,
Chris
email: cpw (at) restroom (dot) net
Twitter: @RachelCray1
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