Anticipation…At the Beach – Chapter 2

by Pepper on May 10, 2012

Welcome to the second installment of my micro novel. This story is for adults only. By continuing to read, you certify you are at least 18 years of age.

Enjoy! Come back next Friday for the third installment. And be sure and check out the next Beachwalk Press author’s story listed at the end of this post. We’ve got some great stories for you!

Ryan made a low sound deep in his throat as Ashley shifted in her chair. Before she knew it, he had flicked open the top two buttons of her blouse. It was almost as if he could read her thoughts!

“What do you want to hear about?” he asked, sliding his big warm hands down inside her shirt. Since it was her day off at home, she wasn’t wearing a bra, and the rasp of his rough palms against the naked tips of her breasts sent a primal thrill coursing through her. She let out another little moan.

He chuckled.
“Shall I give you an audio tour of our room at the beach resort, with the fireplace and the Jacuzzi?”

As he spoke, his fingers closed on her nipples again, tugging and tweaking, just the way she liked. She sucked in her breath and held it as waves of pleasure radiated in a hot spiral downward, causing a new tide of moisture between her thighs.

“The bed,” she sighed, letting her eyes drift closed. “Um. Tell me all about the bed.”

“It’s king size, with silky sheets.” She felt his breath against her face again, then the soft nip of his teeth on her earlobe. His voice was like a slow drizzle of dark honey. “There is a whole pile of pillows. I’ll probably put one under your hips.”

She could almost feel his confident touch on the skin of her buttocks, easily lifting her, propping her pelvis at an angle that would allow him the perfect access.

“And then?” she breathed.

“Then, baby, I’ll strip off your panties and spread those gorgeous legs of yours all the way open.”

“Yes?” Her breath was beginning to come in little pants. Her nipples seemed to be on fire!

“And I’d run my tongue down your thigh…”


“Until I came to your sweet little naked pussy…”

“Oh, Ryan!”

She felt and heard the buttons pop off her shirt as he tore it the rest of the way open. His big hands closed over her bare breasts and fondled roughly until she cried out with pure pleasure.

“And then I’ll—”

Rap. Rap. Rap.

Ashley stifled a scream at the sudden noise and reflexively pulled her shirt closed.  Ryan straightened. They both turned to stare at the front door, just ten feet from her chair.

Rap. Rap. Rap. The knocking came again, a little louder this time. Ryan put his finger to his lips and winked at her. Ashley did her best to quiet her breathing.

“Ashley? Ryan? Are you home?”

The quavery voice coming through the door belonged to their elderly neighbor, Mrs. Silversteel. Ashley felt a stab of guilt. The old woman lived alone in the downstairs apartment and had no relatives in town. She wasn’t a pest by any means, but occasionally she did rely on them for help. They had waved at her in the parking lot earlier today, so she knew they were home.

“Let me go cover up before you answer the door,” Ashley whispered, scampering toward their bedroom. She leaned against the wall in the short hallway, listening as Ryan greeted their neighbor.

“Hi there Mrs. S.” You’d never know from his calm voice that he’d been about to ravish her.

“Oh, hello, Ryan. I hope I didn’t interrupt you young folks. Do you suppose you could come downstairs and give me a hand?”

“Sure. What do you need?” Mrs. Silversteel’s response was cut off by the sound of Ryan pulling the front door closed behind him.

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If you haven’t already read the other author posting on Fridays, check out Kaylie Newell’s story, The Ghetto Prince at 

And tomorrow (Saturday) be sure and read Haven Shores by Ella Jade

{ 2 comments… read them below or add one }

Jaye Shields May 11, 2012 at 4:25 pm

Hot, hot, hot! Love it.


Pepper May 11, 2012 at 4:39 pm

Thanks, Jaye. 🙂


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