Cynthia had no regrets after being stood up by her date when a hot billionaire god joins the queue at the movie theater and makes it very clear he wants to get to know her a little better...
But who is the star of the show? The movie star on the big screen or her and her hot new billionaire boyfriend as things get so hot in the darkness of the cinema she loses all her clothes piece by piece and then when she can't take any more teasing throws dignity to the wind and goes all the way. But how is she going to get back to his 5 Star hotel suite with no clothes left??? Determined to have a night with a very happy ending there is only one thing she can do... Read excerpts below. Click the cover to get it on Amazon. Or click below to get on other stores with samples provided: Smashwords.com Barnes and Noble Kobo iTunes |
Cynthia sighed and joined the long queue. She had been stood up. David was supposed to have arrived 20 minutes ago and everyone was already entering the movie theatre.
"To hell with him." She thought "I'll get myself a real man who has the guts to turn up."
Then she noticed Him. [...]
Oh God the bulge in that crotch. It must be huge. She couldn't stop flicking her eyes back 'down there' as she audited every fine detail of his perfection. [...]
She felt his eyes 'touch' her – all over her body – his gaze burned into her nipples and vulva as he openly locked onto her breasts and mons veneris. [...]
The kisses grew heavier and lingered longer – lips upon lips, lips suckling lips and massaging lips. His tongue rimmed along and under her lips, dipping into her mouth with broader and deeper pulsing sucks. His fingertips tickled the back of her neck as the palms of his big hot hands rested along her cheeks and ears. Cynthia's breathing deepened and quickened, she could only draw into him and reach up to wrap her hands around his big shoulders and neck, hugging him closer. [...]
The root of her clitoris and vaginal deeps were beginning to burn. She felt her own internal heat. Glowing, tingling, blooming and torturing. [...]
His fingertips danced incessantly over and around her clitoral hood, then running up and down her creamy slit, tickling and teasing her turgid and sensitised inner labia through the creamed panties.
She squirmed in the seat. "Mmff! Mmmff! MMMMM!!!" She moaned and whined, her whimpers muffled into his mouth as her left breast pressed against his right pectoral across the arm of the seat. She felt his fingers push her thighs ajar, widening her legs, she slouched down the seat, raising her mons veneris and clitoris for more torture. [...]
"Oh please!" She giggled quietly, trying not to be noticed, looking around – it was dark – she wasn't sure if anyone could see. "It's too risky!" She laughed. But something about it being too risky exhilarated her.
"I know," he grinned "but that's what makes it so exciting." [...]
As her panties slipped to her knees she felt her bumcheeks bare against the seat, her vulva felt a slight change in air pressure. Not a coolness, but a wisp of fresh air, caressing her bare labia as his big manly hands slipped her panties off her ankles, knees raised baring her little tulip from beneath. Thank God it was a dark cinema. [...]
Tugging it back he slipped it down, off her arms, then in an awkward moment of undressing in the tight space, not daring to look to the giggling people either side of her, the blouse was removed and flung into the darkness. She just realised she no longer had her shoes on. She wiggled her toes in the dark – they were lost. With almost all the rest of her clothes. Her whole body was tingling with a sense of disgraceful indecent exposure and shame – yet it was so exciting and the god so hot she couldn’t stop herself. [...]
She crossed her arms over her bare breasts flopping shamefully in public as he flung the bra high into the air, down toward the front of the cinema. She could see its silhouette against the bright cinema screen and she was certain dozens of other people saw it too. Oh the shame! Whose head did it land on? Little chuckles erupted here and there. Murmurs and giggles. Heads were turning. [...]
All she had to clothe her was the darkness of the cinema. The flashes from the cinema screen filled her with giggling dread as she crouched into her seat, arms crossed, cheeks burning crimson and beads of sweat running down her bare body. [...]
"Can we go soon??? Before the movie ends???" Cynthia asked, trying not to sound too desperate, or even too serious – she knew full well what the god would do if he knew her game plan.
"Ohhhh no no we certainly cannot do that!" The god laughed.
So much for outsmarting him... The she felt the little tickles resume... [...]
Cynthia crunched her eyes, tensing and shuddering, whining and squealing completely naked across his lap, shame would hit her then disappear in a wave of orgasmic torture as the god teased her clitoris and nipples all at once. He switched from three fingerpads to the precision of his index finger, now rubbing intensely along the side of her clitoris, causing her legs to stiffen and her bumcheeks to tense as her pelvis shuddered closer and closer. She had to try not to scream. God not here, not like this, that would be too embarrassing. But the way the god played with her nipples – no man ever did it to her quite like this. [...]
Glancing over her shoulder was another mistake. Yes – people were looking, people were grinning, people were talking and chuckling. Little whoops and cheers and catcalls would erupt from various angles in the darkness. Cynthia felt her whole body perspiring and blushing, tingling with adrenaline and shame, as she curled up into a ball snuggling into the hot gods hard body, begging for cover.
The god chuckled. "What's the matter? Hmm? Everybody already saw. Come on now, I want to go deep inside you. Don't you want to feel that?"
"Yes... But not here..." Cynthia giggled.
"Yes. But here." The god smirked. "Right here. Right now. Naked in public." [...]
It's a little naughtier than 50 Shades isn't it? Made you hornier hmm? Check it out on Amazon and read the rest of my books ;)
"To hell with him." She thought "I'll get myself a real man who has the guts to turn up."
Then she noticed Him. [...]
Oh God the bulge in that crotch. It must be huge. She couldn't stop flicking her eyes back 'down there' as she audited every fine detail of his perfection. [...]
She felt his eyes 'touch' her – all over her body – his gaze burned into her nipples and vulva as he openly locked onto her breasts and mons veneris. [...]
The kisses grew heavier and lingered longer – lips upon lips, lips suckling lips and massaging lips. His tongue rimmed along and under her lips, dipping into her mouth with broader and deeper pulsing sucks. His fingertips tickled the back of her neck as the palms of his big hot hands rested along her cheeks and ears. Cynthia's breathing deepened and quickened, she could only draw into him and reach up to wrap her hands around his big shoulders and neck, hugging him closer. [...]
The root of her clitoris and vaginal deeps were beginning to burn. She felt her own internal heat. Glowing, tingling, blooming and torturing. [...]
His fingertips danced incessantly over and around her clitoral hood, then running up and down her creamy slit, tickling and teasing her turgid and sensitised inner labia through the creamed panties.
She squirmed in the seat. "Mmff! Mmmff! MMMMM!!!" She moaned and whined, her whimpers muffled into his mouth as her left breast pressed against his right pectoral across the arm of the seat. She felt his fingers push her thighs ajar, widening her legs, she slouched down the seat, raising her mons veneris and clitoris for more torture. [...]
"Oh please!" She giggled quietly, trying not to be noticed, looking around – it was dark – she wasn't sure if anyone could see. "It's too risky!" She laughed. But something about it being too risky exhilarated her.
"I know," he grinned "but that's what makes it so exciting." [...]
As her panties slipped to her knees she felt her bumcheeks bare against the seat, her vulva felt a slight change in air pressure. Not a coolness, but a wisp of fresh air, caressing her bare labia as his big manly hands slipped her panties off her ankles, knees raised baring her little tulip from beneath. Thank God it was a dark cinema. [...]
Tugging it back he slipped it down, off her arms, then in an awkward moment of undressing in the tight space, not daring to look to the giggling people either side of her, the blouse was removed and flung into the darkness. She just realised she no longer had her shoes on. She wiggled her toes in the dark – they were lost. With almost all the rest of her clothes. Her whole body was tingling with a sense of disgraceful indecent exposure and shame – yet it was so exciting and the god so hot she couldn’t stop herself. [...]
She crossed her arms over her bare breasts flopping shamefully in public as he flung the bra high into the air, down toward the front of the cinema. She could see its silhouette against the bright cinema screen and she was certain dozens of other people saw it too. Oh the shame! Whose head did it land on? Little chuckles erupted here and there. Murmurs and giggles. Heads were turning. [...]
All she had to clothe her was the darkness of the cinema. The flashes from the cinema screen filled her with giggling dread as she crouched into her seat, arms crossed, cheeks burning crimson and beads of sweat running down her bare body. [...]
"Can we go soon??? Before the movie ends???" Cynthia asked, trying not to sound too desperate, or even too serious – she knew full well what the god would do if he knew her game plan.
"Ohhhh no no we certainly cannot do that!" The god laughed.
So much for outsmarting him... The she felt the little tickles resume... [...]
Cynthia crunched her eyes, tensing and shuddering, whining and squealing completely naked across his lap, shame would hit her then disappear in a wave of orgasmic torture as the god teased her clitoris and nipples all at once. He switched from three fingerpads to the precision of his index finger, now rubbing intensely along the side of her clitoris, causing her legs to stiffen and her bumcheeks to tense as her pelvis shuddered closer and closer. She had to try not to scream. God not here, not like this, that would be too embarrassing. But the way the god played with her nipples – no man ever did it to her quite like this. [...]
Glancing over her shoulder was another mistake. Yes – people were looking, people were grinning, people were talking and chuckling. Little whoops and cheers and catcalls would erupt from various angles in the darkness. Cynthia felt her whole body perspiring and blushing, tingling with adrenaline and shame, as she curled up into a ball snuggling into the hot gods hard body, begging for cover.
The god chuckled. "What's the matter? Hmm? Everybody already saw. Come on now, I want to go deep inside you. Don't you want to feel that?"
"Yes... But not here..." Cynthia giggled.
"Yes. But here." The god smirked. "Right here. Right now. Naked in public." [...]
It's a little naughtier than 50 Shades isn't it? Made you hornier hmm? Check it out on Amazon and read the rest of my books ;)