Well Suited

by Teresa Joseph

Genres: LGBT & Pride

Synopsis

A collection of five erotic stories with mixed themes.

Well Suited by Jordana Winters
Nothing turns Brooke on more than a man in a suit - least of all after four months without sex. So the menswear department of her local Macy's seems as good as place as any to end her dry patch. And though Richard is hot in the smart suit he's wearing, Brooke's convinced he could look even hotter in another: so it's to the changing room to check out his birthday suit.

Flash Flood by Lynn Lake
This holiday to Australia is her first trip out of Canada, and her boyfriend breaking his leg on a drunken prank days before departure isn't going to stop her enjoying it. After a day relaxing on a nudist beach, she develops a crush on 100% tanned, blonde Australian couple "Kylie" and "Guy" and can't wait to get back to her hotel to intimately play out her fantasies. But just on the brink of climax, the couple on the neighbouring balcony want to turn the fantasy into reality.

Bananaz Me by Dee Dawning
It's not every day that you come home to find your girlfriend giving three of her hottest work colleagues a lesson in fellatio. It isn't long before the question arises: 'Why practise on bananas, when they could try it out on the real thing'. Joel is more than happy to play a part in the hands-on sex education. Though they'd best keep the noise down, else the neighbours will call the cops, and they could only end badly ... right?

Crazy has a Name by Gwen Masters
At 30 years old, she has never done anything crazy; she's careful with alcohol, reserved when it comes to sex and lives her life by others' expectations. But then she meets the man who will change all of that. The man who will teach her that to really live, you have to step out of your comfort zone. Let just a little crazy into your life and the rewards can be out of this world.

Murder, Whores and Money by Teresa Joseph
Detective Susan Phillips might not employ the most conventional tactics to solve her cases, but she always gets results. For most cops, stakeouts can be long and boring but, working for the city vice squad, Susan could go all night, especially when partnered with sexy temptress Lisa, who loves the sex with her clients, as much as she does their money. But something serious is going on and Susan can't play games tonight. It's a matter of life and death. She needs answers, and she needs them now; she's going to have to use every trick in her kinky detecting handbook.

Release date: August 9, 2010

Publisher: Headline

Print pages: 50

Sample

‘Damn. Now there’s a man who can wear a suit,’ she purred.

‘Where?’

‘Just walked in.’

In a semi-crowded upscale bistro, three pairs of eyes fixed on the door.

‘Try not to be too obvious,’ Brooke said to her friends in a hushed voice.

Brooke glanced at her two best friends. She was lucky to have them. She always looked forward to their weekly girls’ date. It was their custom to go to the gym together and then grab coffee or food. Cheryl’s husband looked after the kids while Kate’s man did fuck knows what.

‘Yeah. Good eye,’ Cheryl said, and smiled coyly before returning her attention to her half-consumed strawberry tart.

‘I do so love a hot man in a suit. Reminds me of that guy who was in the office of that last temp job I worked,’ Brooke said, still eyeing the man at the counter.

‘You never mentioned him,’ Kate quizzed.

‘He wasn’t worth mentioning. He was married, had a couple of kids. I asked someone about him. Mostly he was eye candy. Must have known I was hot for him. He was an instructor or something. Had a classroom set up right across from the lunchroom? I always gave him the look when I went for coffee.’

‘Brooke. You’re such a tease,’ Cheryl snorted as she drank her coffee.

‘Not at all. I only ever said hi to him when we passed in the hall. It was him that spoke to me first. Did the good morning, how are you bit. He was into it. Whatever. I imagine he was flattered. He was in good shape. Sometimes saw him minus his jacket. Nice broad shoulders. Bald. Well groomed. Goatee. It was the suit though. He just looked so hot in that thing,’ Brooke reminisced.

‘You should make that your next conquest. A hot guy in a suit. How long has it been now?’ Kate teased, knowing Brooke was in the middle of a sexual dry spot.

‘Going on four months. This is the point where I start itching for it. That’s a fine idea though. I have yet to fuck a “business professional”,’ Brooke joked.

‘Go for it and make sure to tell us all about it, especially the nasty details,’ Cheryl said and laughed.

‘You are the most sexually obsessed married woman I know,’ Kate said to Cheryl.

‘Billy’s shift schedule changed. He’s on nights. I’m at work all day. We barely cross paths. But, between now and Sunday,’ she paused, ‘my husband is going to fuck me!’

‘Hallelujah. Never mind him fucking you. You fuck him,’ Brooke joked.

Brooke eyed the back of the man on his way out the door, coffee in hand.

‘Yeah. I bet he’s got a great ass hidden under that suit.’

It was Wednesday. Hump day. Everything that could have gone wrong in her day had. She was looking forward to going home, eating yesterday’s leftover Chinese food for dinner and sinking into a hot bath.

Upon getting into her car Brooke managed to get a ragged fingernail caught on the thigh of her stockings. She watched as the tear of the material continued upwards and stopped only because its path was blocked by black lace and elastic.

‘Goddamnit!’ she cursed.

That reminded her. She thought of her sock drawer and tried to recall if she had any packages of stockings left. Nope. She’d opened the last package this morning. An eight-dollar pair of stockings had at least managed to survive the day. What a fuckin’ waste. On the bright side – at least the other leg was salvageable.

She considered wearing a pantsuit to her early morning meeting with the higher-ups of the company she worked for, but thought better of it. In a skirt Brooke would look her smartest – meaning she needed to pick up more stockings. There was a Macy’s on the way home. That would do. She could be in and out in five minutes.

Walking through the store, she was a woman on a mission. Her high heels clicked noisily against the floor. The store was all but empty with a few customers and seemingly even fewer employees around.

With her purchase tucked . . .