Tracy’s craving something to take her mind off Philip’s absence. She calls Nicholas, who takes her to a sex club one of the seediest parts of London. It’s depraved, even by her standards.
But he understands her well. It’s the perfect experience for a exhibitionist nympho.
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An extract from Tracy’s seventh erotic adventure…
…Nicholas led her to a vacant booth and opened the door. A window, presently covered by a shutter, was built into the far wall. “If you want the window to open, pop a coin in the slot machine.” He produced a roll of coins from his jacket pocket.
They squeezed into the booth.
Standing room only.
Nicholas slipped a coin rattled into the machine, and the shutter slowly raised.
“Turn around,” he hissed.
She wriggled until her back leaned against his chest. His growing erection pressed against her, but she couldn’t work out how on earth they could possibly have sex in this enclosed space.
She finally took a moment to see what was through the window.
The window opened onto a room unlike any Tracy had seen before. The walls were a deep, dusky pink, and the floor was covered with carpet that may once have been red shag pile. Various contraptions and devices hung from the ceiling, although none of them were in use at the moment.
In the center of the room, a thin, pale young woman removed the few clothes she was wearing. Soon, she was gyrating slowly in nothing but a pair of very high, very sparkly heels. She used her hands to stroke her body, simulating a lover. She caressed her small, high breasts, twisted and tugged her nipples, and stroked her thighs.
Suddenly, the shutter clattered back into place.
While Tracy had been watching the girl, Nicholas had been imitating all her motions on Tracy. Heat was rising through her body, the familiar ache beginning deep in her belly.
“You like this?” he asked, nuzzling that place on her neck just below her ear. He knew too well how it turned her legs to jelly and set all her juices flowing.
“Mmm,” she replied. “But I’m going to want you to fuck me soon.”
He murmured his approval and put more coins in the machine.
Now the girl beyond the window was lying on a padded platform, her legs wide apart, her shaven pussy open. Tracy could clearly see the deep pink of aroused labia as the girl played with her clit, her wet fingers dipping into her cunt and circling her arsehole.
With every stroke of the girl’s hands, Tracy’s arousal increased.
Nicholas’s cock was fully hard now, pressing into her back, as his hands worked her front.
She longed to ease her dress up over her hips and let him slip inside, but she still couldn’t see how they could possibly manage sex in this small space.
She moaned.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Tracy?” he murmured.
“Yes,” she answered. “Yes, fuck me, Nicholas.”
He had her dress up around her waist now. One hand burrowed between her thighs, while the other encased her breast. “Is Mrs. Jones still the outrageous exhibitionist I met on the Tube all those months ago?”
“Mmm…” Tracy could barely think, let alone speak. Her mind was occupied with the sight of the girl playing with herself and the iron hardness of Nicholas’s cock pressed against her.
Tracy had never been so frustrated in her entire bloody life.
Nicholas whispered against her ear, his breath hot on her skin. “Come with me.”
To be continued…
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