Okay, here's a short stroker for you. Tanya is a gorgeous woman who loves to flaunt it. She goes out shopping for groceries in a mini skirt and boots, looking for attention. She meets a neighbour on the stairs of the block of flats and likes the look of him. He offers to help her carry the shopping bags upstairs. Tanya's husband is away so she accepts and invites the neighbour in.
This one should score quite low on Lit because it's going in Loving Wives. I know the readers there love to hate cheating stories, and I can't wait to read the comments.
Anyway, here 'tis.
Enjoy.
GA -- Benissa, Spain -- 31st January 2013.
TANYA LAYNE loved the attention flaunting bare skin got her, and the short denim skirt showed a lot of thigh, displayed her legs almost right up to the undercurve of her buttocks. The black boots, spike-heeled and knee-length made her feel sexy and daring. They were the kind of boots that only a certain type of woman would wear in public, a very confident woman, one who was certain of how good she looked, a woman sure about her sexual allure.
Wearing those boots and the skirt and the elasticated boob tube, with the leather jacket over the top for a hint of modesty, gave Tanya a thrill.
People watched her as she walked. Tanya could see their heads turning, their eyes following her through the cavernous concourse of the shopping mall. Even the scowls of disapproval from the frumpy wives and less glamorous girlfriends meant something to Tanya. When she saw their gossipy mouths moving in condemnation she knew the tiny denim skirt and the boots provoked them. She was a threat. Tanya knew her platinum blonde hair -- which cost a good percentage of her husband's salary to maintain in that striking shade -- drew their husbands' and boyfriends' eyes. She could feel the weight of those hungry stares on her, could sense the desire. Tanya could almost
smell
the lust; she imagined it as particles in the air, thick and cloying. Knowing men wanted her always caused Tanya's pussy to juice up. Getting all attention turned her on.
That was why women hated Tanya, because she was hot and the men wanted her.
A lot of men looked at Tanya, but not many ever dared to approach. A few would catch her eye and stare for a second or two, and it seemed to Tanya that occasionally they were challenging her, that the alpha dog expected
her
to go to
him
, which wasn't the way it worked at all. If a man wanted Tanya he had to be bold enough to walk up and talk to her. Of course, Tanya realised her striking good looks, her prettiness and the provocative clothes intimidated men, but that was all part of it for her. It was the man who had the self-confidence to approach that stood a very good chance with her.
Looks weren't that important to Tanya, for her it was more about the personality, the sparkle. A good-looking man and a big cock were a bonus, especially the big cock part of the equation, but that morning, as she carried out the mundane task of shopping for groceries, it seemed like nothing was heading Tanya's way.
GAVIN ROBERTS watched the street from his second floor flat. He'd seen the hot blonde leave, or at least he'd heard those heels on the stairs as she clattered down from the floor above. But by the time he'd reached the door and opened it and stuck his head out over the stairwell for a look she was gone. He'd caught a glimpse of her after rushing back inside. Gavin had hurried to the window and seen her, spotted the sassy strut, the flick of blonde hair, the legs, the boots and taut, very pert backside as the woman moved along the street and turned the corner.
"Fuck," Gavin muttered to himself as he pawed the front of his jeans, massaging the semi that had grown at the sight of the woman from the flat upstairs. He considered knocking one out, hauling his cock out and tugging it. "Later," he promised himself, deciding to prolong the exquisite agony. He would make a cup of tea and then lurk near the window, hoping the blonde would return soon. He would watch her walk up the street and then accidentally-on-purpose meet up with her on the stairs. If he could strike up a conversation he would then store up the details of her face, her hair and her slim body. Gavin planned to use every element of the woman he could after the meeting to fuel a masturbatory fantasy, even her voice. Gavin wanted to store up every little thing he could to enhance the realism, to heighten his pleasure.
TANYA HAULED two carrier bags of groceries home. It had been a mixed hour, a lot of attention but nobody actually making a move. Still, she speculated, her short black leather jacket flapping open as she walked, it was early in the day, not even noon, so perhaps a visit to the pub after dropping the shopping was in order. There was always a likely lad in the boozer at lunch time.
Then, after tapping the four-digit code into the keypad at the front door Tanya lifted her shopping bags and boosted the door open with her backside. She climbed the stairs to the first landing, turning a one-eighty through the dog-leg before moving up to the second floor. It was as she glanced up that she saw him, a man around thirty years of age wearing a white polo shirt with a garish emblem on one breast, and faded jeans. He wore his hair short, very short, almost shaved bald but with the shadow of his hairline just showing through. To Tanya, in those early moments, he didn't strike her as having much potential. He was reasonably good looking, she noticed, stocky but not fat, but he didn't seem to have much spark about him. He was just standing there on the level above Tanya, looking down at her while apparently waiting for her to pass.
It was when he smiled at her, when Tanya saw his cheeks dimple, when she saw his eyes sparkle with that special sheen -- that was when Tanya's pussy clenched.
"HIYA," the blonde trilled. "You just moved in?"
Gavin nodded, recognising the woman's accent, the nasal twang of Liverpool coming through in just those five words. "Yeah," he replied, I'm just down from Manchester." Gavin shrugged and gave her his lop-sided grin. "Looking for work," he added. "I'm a bricklayer by trade."
"Ooh," the striking woman replied, her face tilted upwards, blue eyes on Gavin, "good with your hands, eh?"
He got a sense of her immediately. The way she blinked as she stared up at him, the flirty comment and her style of dressing gave Gavin all the indication he needed. "Depends on what I'm working on," he replied, his eyes moving over the blonde's body.
"You're a cheeky one," the woman said.
Gavin saw her grin and knew she was a game one. He took in the boots and the skirt, and then noticed her breasts for the first time. Beneath the leather jacket she was wearing some kind of elasticated top, nothing more than a band of cloth around her torso that clung to the big, round orbs. Gavin could see she was braless, with no outline visible at all.
His cock thickened in his jeans as lust surged through him. Gavin heard his own voice thick and treacly with desire when he replied with, "You like cheeky men?"
Those big blue eyes continued to stare. Then she nodded. "Yeah, I do."
Gavin took a step down. "You want a lift with those bags?" he asked.
