| Author: | Clea Kinderton | ISBN: | 1230000101634 |
| Publisher: | Red Lamp Press | Publication: | January 23, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Clea Kinderton |
| ISBN: | 1230000101634 |
| Publisher: | Red Lamp Press |
| Publication: | January 23, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
After a torrid night of passion and a romantic day at the beach, sixty-five year old Clarissa realizes that her dirty dalliance with a man less than half her age may turn out to be something more than a one night stand. There's only one problem: she knows nothing about her paramour, not even his name. A meeting with someone from his past and a tense moment during a tropical storm convince her that there's more to this young man than meets the eye.
This steamy 6,700 word erotic story about a mature, older woman and a sexy younger man picks up where the first volume leaves off. It is filled with graphic and explicit language, including oral sex, cunnilingus, and passionate intercourse.
The young man led her up over a pile of stone blocks and when they came down the other side her breath caught in her throat.
A waterfall, no more than twenty feet high, cascaded between ferns and palm trees into a small emerald pool surrounded by gleaming black rocks. The waterfall was almost enclosed by the short cliff and practically invisible from anywhere else on the beach, affording them a modicum of privacy. The crash of the falls was just loud enough to obscure their voices from others.
"It's beautiful," she said, turning to him with a smile.
"I come here to think sometimes," he said, leading her by the hand. They walked through the shallow stream leading from the pool to the ocean. The water running over their feet felt crisp and cool, a refreshing change from the hot stone baking under the blaze of the sun.
He set her umbrella and towel roll down on a large flat rock and splashed into the pool, ducking his head under the falls and then shaking the water out of his hair with a yelp. He wiped the water out of his eyes and slicked back his hair with his hands, smiling.
"Come on," he said, waving her over. "It's warmer than it looks."
She climbed down carefully from the rock and slipped into the water. It was lukewarm and came up to her chest. She waded over to him and he embraced her, kissing her on the lips with his open mouth.
They stayed like that for a long, delicious minute before she pulled away.
"I don't even know your name," she said, blushing apologetically. The romantic setting made her realize that things were getting far too serious for anonymous tom-foolery.
He smiled. "I guess you don't," he said, swimming backward, deeper into the pool...
After a torrid night of passion and a romantic day at the beach, sixty-five year old Clarissa realizes that her dirty dalliance with a man less than half her age may turn out to be something more than a one night stand. There's only one problem: she knows nothing about her paramour, not even his name. A meeting with someone from his past and a tense moment during a tropical storm convince her that there's more to this young man than meets the eye.
This steamy 6,700 word erotic story about a mature, older woman and a sexy younger man picks up where the first volume leaves off. It is filled with graphic and explicit language, including oral sex, cunnilingus, and passionate intercourse.
The young man led her up over a pile of stone blocks and when they came down the other side her breath caught in her throat.
A waterfall, no more than twenty feet high, cascaded between ferns and palm trees into a small emerald pool surrounded by gleaming black rocks. The waterfall was almost enclosed by the short cliff and practically invisible from anywhere else on the beach, affording them a modicum of privacy. The crash of the falls was just loud enough to obscure their voices from others.
"It's beautiful," she said, turning to him with a smile.
"I come here to think sometimes," he said, leading her by the hand. They walked through the shallow stream leading from the pool to the ocean. The water running over their feet felt crisp and cool, a refreshing change from the hot stone baking under the blaze of the sun.
He set her umbrella and towel roll down on a large flat rock and splashed into the pool, ducking his head under the falls and then shaking the water out of his hair with a yelp. He wiped the water out of his eyes and slicked back his hair with his hands, smiling.
"Come on," he said, waving her over. "It's warmer than it looks."
She climbed down carefully from the rock and slipped into the water. It was lukewarm and came up to her chest. She waded over to him and he embraced her, kissing her on the lips with his open mouth.
They stayed like that for a long, delicious minute before she pulled away.
"I don't even know your name," she said, blushing apologetically. The romantic setting made her realize that things were getting far too serious for anonymous tom-foolery.
He smiled. "I guess you don't," he said, swimming backward, deeper into the pool...
