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Erotic Vibrations

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2015 Jessica Lansdown

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Contents

Copyright

Contents

Title

Also By Jessica
Lansdown

Chapter
One

Chapter
Two

Chapter
Three

Chapter
Four

Next Book

Ménage a Mix
Extract

Erotic
Vibrations
Jessica
Lansdown
Also by
Jessica Lansdown

Ménage a
Mix

Two + Two =
Hot

Lessons in
Submission

The A to Z of
Fantasy

Chapter One –The
Gift

It was the
third time that they had met; a third date and each time seemed to
pull them a little closer than the last. There was no doubt that
there was a connection between them; a real spark, but for now it
was all tease and flirt - lots of talk and a considerable amount of
innuendo but nothing more.

She had known
from their first meeting that she liked him. Michael was so smooth.
He knew exactly how to handle himself; confident but not too
arrogant, intelligent but not too ‘know it all’ and certainly not
dull like some of the others had been. He was interested in what
she had to say and asked lots of surface questions; he listened to
her answers as if he cared what she said. Michael simply wasn’t
like most men she had known, he pushed her boundaries and that, at
least partly, was the excitement that she had been looking for.

‘Hello
Michael,’ she said, ‘so nice to see you again, thanks for your
messages by the way. Have you been here long?’

‘Hey
Gabriella, good to see you too,’ he said, standing up to greet her.
‘I’ve been here for about ten minutes. I wanted to get here early
so I could watch you as you walked in, you move so well, but I
guess you know that.’

She smiled
broadly. He had a knack of making her feel good. His comments made
her feel that he liked her - wanted her and she loved that
feeling.

‘That’s nice
of you to say, thank you,’ she said, acting a little coyly.

He organised
some drinks and as they sat together she couldn’t help but notice
his broad shoulders and muscular arms as they brushed up against
her when he sat down. She tried to look away and focus on something
else but her eyes drifted down his body and she wondered what he
might be capable of. 


Stop
it,’
she told herself
‘think about something else.’

‘I’ve been
trying to think about when we met last,’ she said seriously, ‘a
couple of weeks ago was it?’

‘I think that
sounds about right,’ he replied
.

The last time
they had met they had both seemed to know that it was a good idea
to park in the corner of the dark car park and, when he leaned in
to kiss her good night, they had connected with such passion. He
had moved her hair and kissed her neck and... ‘Oh God, too soon,
too soon,

she thought as she began to quiver in his arms
and she felt the dampness gather in her sex.

He pulled her
body in tightly to his so that there could be no doubt that he was
aroused – she could feel his erection through his trousers, his
passion increasing as he felt her reaction and her response to
him.

His hands went
up under her skirt and he felt for her panties and stroked her
naked buttocks above her stocking tops as she ground her hips into
his body, feeling his hardness before pulling away
breathlessly.

‘Come and sit
in my car,’ he said. ‘Christ I want you. I want to touch you, kiss
you and I want all of you, please.’

 

She moved back
and putting a little distance between them, ‘I can’t,’ she said, ‘I
have to go, thanks for a lovely evening, goodnight,’ and she turned
and walked the few steps to into her car and she started the
engine.

He looked over
at her with heat and desire written clearly on his face. God help
her, she felt it too, it was so hard to walk away. She opened the
driver’s side window, ‘I don’t do it in cars,’ she said, feeling
that she had to explain herself. ‘You will have to do a lot better
than that.’

 

‘And If I do a
lot better than that Gabriella, will you give yourself to me, will
you give in?’ he asked passionately.

‘We’ll see,’
she said, ‘see you next time,’ and she blew him a kiss and drove
away.

 

Holy shit, he
was rock hard for her, she was such a fucking tease.

 

The next day
she had sent him a text.....

 

I didn’t take
you for someone that gave up so easily! G. X

 

He had laughed
out loud when he read it and sent her a reply straight back.

 

Fucker! You
have no idea what’s coming do you? I’m going to seduce you right
into my bed; you won’t know what hit you.

 

And now she
was here with him again. Michael had known almost immediately that
very first time they had met that he had to have her. She was sexy,
alluring, tempting and now almost every time he thought about her
any time of the day or night it made him hard and he knew that once
would simply not be enough. She had started a fire in him and he
knew it burned in her too, but she had these stupid rules about
cars and not being too risqué in public - it drove him crazy.

 

So after many
emails and texts, Michael had told her in the strongest terms that
it was time for them to meet again. Some men were frightened to
make the first move, perhaps they were reluctant to show their
interest or maybe they feared their advances would be rejected- but
not Michael. He didn’t hesitate - was sure of himself and anyway,
he wanted her and he wouldn’t wait.

 

For Gabriella,
he was just so damned hot and the things he said just ignited a
passion in her. She fought to control her body and its reaction to
him, causing a small shiver to run through her when she thought
about him but she couldn’t and wouldn’t make it too easy for him.
She was no push over and he would have to do a whole lot better
than car sex if he wanted her. But she had decided to meet him
again – she loved their banter and their flirting and she
absolutely longed for him to see through her, but she could only
hint at what she wanted; he would have to make the running and make
it happen.

 

They talked,
they laughed and continued to flirt outrageously and it was obvious
they had something going on. He was intelligent, friendly, playful
even, careful to talk about everyday things like travel and music
but, wherever possible, he always seemed to bring the conversation
back to sex. But, if he went on too long without some reference to
fantasy or seduction, she knew that she had to get it back into the
conversation and so there was always something new to discover
about each other.

‘Do you like
surprises?’ he suddenly asked her.

 

‘Oh God yes, I
love surprises,’ she said, ‘as long as they are good surprises of
course.’

‘And do you
trust me?’ he asked.

 

‘Err,’ she
hesitated, ‘in what respect?’

 

‘Just that, do
you trust me? Do you trust me enough to know that I am not going to
hurt you or do anything that you don’t want me to?’

 

‘Okay, this is
sounding very ominous,’ she said, ‘what do you have in mind?’

 

‘If I told you
it would spoil the surprise,’ he replied laughing.

 

‘Okay well
give me a clue then,’ she persisted.

 

‘I want to
take you to a place that I know. I think it’s perfect,’ he
said.

 

‘Perfect for
what,’ she said.

 

‘Perfect for
your surprise of course,’ he said.

And now she
laughed.

 

‘Come on,
humour me, you know you want to,’ he said, ‘you know that you want
me and hell woman you must know by now that I want you. So don’t
worry, you trust me right? You’ll like it.

Wear something
smart and sexy, you know dress to thrill. What am I saying, the way
you dress always thrills me.’

 

They arranged
to meet at
The Jam,
a small bistro now literally jammed
packed with people drinking and talking. Michael was leaning on the
bar but moved towards her as she arrived and pulled her into his
arms and kissed her passionately. No one around them seemed to
notice. Most of the tables were taken or had reserved signs on
them, but he took her hand and steered her to a table near the
back. A waitress came over immediately and set down a carafe of red
wine and two glasses and lit the small candle in the centre of the
table.

 

‘You look
lovely,’ he said, pouring the wine, ‘I love your dress - does it
button all the way down the front?’

 

‘Thanks, yes
it does,’ she said, ‘and you look pretty good yourself. I do like a
man in a proper shirt, just looks like he’s thought about it you
know?’ she said.

 

‘Yes, I know
what you mean,’ he said, ‘I’m so glad that you could come. This
isn’t the club by the way; Felina’s is across the street, down an
alley, more or less hidden unless you know where it is and how to
gain access. I wanted to meet you first so that we could have some
wine and I could give you this small gift because I’d like you to
open it before we get in there.’

 

‘What is it?'
she asked.

 

‘It’s your
first surprise,’ he said and he handed her the small package.

 

As she opened
it, her eyes widened in surprise.

 

‘Okay, let me
explain,’ he said.

Chapter Two –
Felina’s

The colours on
the walls and fabrics were confined to tasteful designs in deep red
or black which somehow added to the exclusive feel of the place,
now dark and hot with loud music throbbing to a beat like a tribal
sexual call.

Felina‘s
was an elitist club that pushed all the boundaries,
allowing its clientele the space and the atmosphere to do just as
they pleased, provided that their actions were ‘
not too overt
and did not under any circumstances disturb anyone else’. S
o it
was a pretty wide remit although, through an unspoken edict, all
guests knew that they had to stay within the realms of decency in
the public areas at least - but there was no mistaking the sexual
undercurrent that seemed to permeate at every level.

It was a
fairly large space with a long bar and seating with tables of
various shapes and styles were scattered around the place. Small
glass cubes containing chairs and tables were set back in the
darkness and other tables surrounded by plush horseshoe shaped
seating areas were positioned around one edge - heavy curtains
could be pulled across these areas for the kind of privacy that
meant ‘
do not disturb.

The music and
the darkness along with the overt sexuality of the place was simply
provocative and those people fortunate enough to know of its
existence came to the club for the thrill. Tonight, most of the
cubes were occupied and many sets of curtains were already drawn
over the private tables, leaving any curious onlookers or even
would be voyeurs to wonder at what might be happening on the other
side.

The dance
floor was packed with dancers; their bodies writhed and moved in
time to the sensuality of the beat. Michael and Gabriella had both
consumed some alcohol which, together with the music and the
atmosphere, made them both feel a little hot and really good. As
they swayed to the music, Michael, dressed in tight black jeans and
a black shirt, almost moulded into the darkness whilst the pearly
skin of his female partner, Gabriella, seemed to flash as she
rubbed herself against him like a hungry cat.

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