No Knickers

by Elizabeth McWilliams

Genres: Erotic & Steamy Romance

Synopsis

A collection of five erotic stories with mixed themes including sex in public, ménage, exhibitionism and older woman/younger man.

No Knickers by Elizabeth McWilliams
Usually a reserved young lady and model employee, when Madeleine forgets to pack a vital item of underwear, she is inspired to spend the day chasing illicit thrills. Leaving her usual, dutiful self back in the office, she takes a chance on an attractive stranger in a café who is more than prepared to take advantage of her lack of lingerie. Madeleine forgets her inhibitions along with her knickers, and boldly embraces the opportunity to explore her exhibitionist tendencies and indulge herself in an intimate and sensuous encounter.

Between The Crosshairs by Troy Seate
The American Jersey Shore gang might be dysfunctional, but the babes in Crosshairs are naughty, nice, and oh so different. This is a tale in which a young man finds himself in a strange place that leads to an illicit, never to be forgotten encounter with two lusty and very creative ladies.

Mad About The Boy by Jade Taylor
Mel doesn't cheat; it's a rule. Even if she's stuck in an engagement to a man she doesn't want to marry, even if she's been sexually frustrated for far too long, she doesn't cheat. But there's a boy at work she likes - and he's so young he's definitely a boy. Mel doesn't sleep with younger men. But the way he looks at her has her tempted, makes her wet, makes her wonder what it would be like to be with him. And on a night out the "boy" shows her that rules are made to be broken, and shows her how much of a man he actually is ...

Moving Violation by Lolita Lopez
Bella craves a little danger every now and then. Risky, mind-blowing sex on her apartment balcony? Yes, please! But her policeman lover, Jack, refuses to give into Bella's requests for illicit trysts. He's happy to indulge her love of spanking and rougher play but anything that would risk his career is off-limits. One nighttime drive down a secluded lakeside road is all Bella needs to change Jack's mind. She'll show him how deliciously naughty breaking the rules can be.

Shall We Dance? by Landon Dixon
John was down on his luck, needed money for his family, badly. He was nursing a drink and his woes when Olivia came into the bar, slid onto the stool next to him and said, 'I like married men to fuck me.' He was desperate enough to take her up on it. There was only the matter of price. Just how steep soon became clear.

Release date: October 13, 2011

Publisher: Headline

Print pages: 52

Sample

No KnickersBy Elizabeth McWilliams

Madeleine was very annoyed with herself. Getting dressed in the shower room downstairs from her office, she suddenly realised she had forgotten one vital item of clothing.

I never forget anything, she thought. But after rifling through her bag there was no mistake.

No knickers.

She donned her tight grey pencil skirt, black bra and lacy vest, and rolled opaque hold-ups over her legs, then surveyed herself in the mirror.

She looked positively demure, but felt quite naughty and liberated by the idea of spending her working day without panties.

But no one will know, she thought, with a slight twinge of regret. She pulled on a tight black sweater and high heeled pumps, and headed for her office.

The morning’s work went without a hitch until a meeting with a particular good-looking male colleague was cancelled. Disappointed at the lost opportunity to revel in her pant-less state, Madeleine decided not to eat lunch at her desk but to go out.

Working in a hospital she had a couple of choices of eatery, but they were usually inconveniently packed with sick people trying to avoid the bedside meal service. However, there was a half-decent coffee shop near main reception that staff tended to frequent; it didn’t serve anything substantial to eat but they had a good selection of tea and cake, and she felt like indulging her sweet tooth.

By the time the moderately incompetent staff had managed to construct a skinny latte and put a piece of chocolate tiffin on a plate, Madeleine had a limited choice of seats.

She was forced to perch atop a stool at the bar that ran along the front of the café. There was only plate glass between her and the outside world and though she was enjoying the frisson of her day without underwear, she decided she didn’t really wish to indiscriminately flash her pussy at unwary patients as they queued for the car park payment machine.

So, crossing her legs carefully, she swung sideways to face the tables to her left. She sipped her coffee as she assessed the potential of the male customers.

One man caught her eye immediately. He was sitting alone at a table with two empty chairs, and appeared engrossed in his volume of Wordsworth, so she could study him at her leisure.

He presented a trim figure, dressed neatly in a navy V-neck and trousers, which looked like corduroy. He was slim and in good shape, and had an attractive, expressive face, though he looked a little pale and preoccupied. She guessed he would be medium height and in his late thirties, maybe early forties at a push. She particularly liked his deep dark eyes and plentiful head of dark hair. She imagined running her fingers through its soft length, and willed him to notice her.

Just as she was about to give up, he stirred from his book. He reached for his tea and looked up.

Slightly startled at the movement after her long examination of the subject, Madeleine hurried to look occupied. She bent down to pick her phone out of her handbag, and was aware of her skirt riding up her thigh as she did so.

From her downwards-facing position she sneaked a look towards the navy-clad gentleman and thought she saw him looking in her direction.

Madeleine deliberately straightened up and settled herself with back on the stool, carefully refraining from tugging her skirt down, knowing it would ride up as she wriggled her arse on to the seat.

She picked up her coffee and looked up through her eyelashes towards her desired audience.

Their eyes briefly met. He was looking at her.

She averted her eyes, cursing herself for being too chicken to smile at him. Then she felt a sudden shot of recklessness as the naughty no-knickers feeling emboldened her. Slowly she squirmed on her stool until she was sure the lacy tops of her. . .