Steamy Erotica
"In the Hot House" a sexy erotic short story by Toni Sands
Kim loved to get down and dirty. When she’d worked at the local garden centre one summer, she enjoyed crumbling the moist soil between her fingers. She’d admired the silky petals and lush exotics. But her student days were over now and she was home for a weekend. All her old mates seemed either out of town or living miles away.
Kim was bored. The sultry weather was making her restless. Her mother was snoozing on the patio. Suddenly she hit on an idea. She’d revisit her old workplace.
She crammed her long, dark hair into a clip and spritzed herself with scent. Grabbed her car keys. “I’m off to the garden centre, Mum,” she called. “I’ll treat you to some plants. You never know. Maybe there’s someone from the old gang still working there.”
As she drove, Kim wriggled her thighs, trying to escape the leather upholstery burning her bare skin. It was a relief to pull into the car park and get out of her car. She gazed around in disbelief. The little rustic nursery was transformed into an all-singing, all-dancing, sexy big sister. Its frontage was shiny plate glass. Hanging baskets frothed with mauve and white blossoms that dripped with moisture. Lucky flowers, someone must’ve freshly dowsed them.
The door swooshed open. She hadn’t realised how dry her throat was till she spotted a sign saying Coffee Shop. Before she joined the customers browsing outside, her priority was to get a cold drink. The bedding plants could wait.
Kim came to an abrupt halt in the coffee shop doorway. The man behind the counter was serious guy candy. Easily 6’3”, he looked as if he worked out daily. Black sleeveless T-shirt and khaki cut-offs displayed honey-gold skin. His shiny, shaggy hair was a caramel shade, flopping into impossibly emerald eyes that travelled over Kim’s long legs. And lingered on her bare midriff.
She cleared her throat and placed a bottle of sparkling water and a slice of chocolate cake on a tray. “Did you make this?” she asked.
He winked. “Do I look like I’m into fairy cakes?”
Kim let her gaze explore the length of his body. “Not really,” she said, accepting her change. She settled herself at a nearby table.
He glanced at his watch. Moved from behind the counter and began wiping tables down.
Kim’s eyes followed him. “What time do you close?”
“Half-five. Summer Saturdays, people like to get home to their barbeques.”
She wondered whose fire he’d light that evening. He probably had a hot date. All she could look forward to was supper with her folks then some television.
“Do you live locally?” he asked.
She didn’t answer at first. Knew he watched her as her little white teeth nibbled a chunk of cake. She wondered what was going on underneath that striped apron he’d tied round his midriff.
“I’m home for a few days,” said Kim. “I used to work here in the vacations, when I was a student.”
“Cool. I’m running the place for my folks while they’re off on a cruise. I’m Danny, by the way.”
“Kim. Your folks have certainly upgraded this place since I worked here.”
She swallowed some water. Moistened her forefinger to trap the last delicious cake crumbs. She was still sucking her finger when she realised Danny was still watching, as if fascinated. Lust suddenly surged through her. Empowered, she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue.
Wasn’t it supposed to be guys who undressed you with their eyes? All she could think of was the rippling muscles under that shirt. Not forgetting what was hidden under those khaki cut-offs.
She stood up. “I’d better see what you’ve got.”
His lips twitched. I wish, he thought but he spoke politely. “Take your time. I’ll see you don’t get locked in. Even if the staff finish at half five, I’ll be around for an hour or so.”
As she left the coffee shop he eyed that peachy little bum of hers. Man, she was a babe. Whichever guy was dipping into that particular honey pot was a lucky sod. To think she’d worked here when she was a student. Fate was cruel sometimes.
Kim wandered past tall ferns and red hot pokers. It wasn’t just the scorching weather making her feel horny. Her mind was still unfastening Danny’s cut-offs as she selected flaming nasturtiums and hot pink geraniums. Then she gasped in horror as she remembered her mother’s colour theme. Swiftly, she replaced everything then picked out plants in palest pink and virginal white.
When she found the checkout deserted, she parked her trolley and went to find Danny, trying first the big greenhouse which looked exactly as she remembered. She walked past swelling buds and thrusting young shoots and was about to try the next aisle when a deluge of water whacked her in the chest. The automatic system was activated and as the relentless spray drenched her, she stood gasping until the mechanism swivelled the sprinklers away.
“So here you are.” Danny’s tall figure loomed in another doorway. He walked towards her, seeming in no hurry. He was looking straight at her breasts. And Kim was well aware her sun top was now transparent and her nipples thrust against the flimsy wet fabric.
“I’m really sorry,” he said.
“Yeah, you look it.” She pouted. “All I wanted to do was pay for my plants.”
“Never mind that - let me fetch a towel and, um, something for you to put on.”
“No. No, really don’t bother. I’ll walk around in the sunshine for a while.”
The next onslaught of water swung in a circle. Danny tried to grab her but Kim tripped on the rutted earth. She toppled into his arms, her wet breasts squeezed tight against his chest.
He groaned. “You smell fabulous.”
“Sweeter than the carnations?”
“No contest.”
Neither moved an inch. All around them foliage glistened. Drops of water swelled and rolled down fleshy leaves and phallic stems. The air smelled ripe and luscious. Every bud seemed swollen and about to burst. Kim sensed the balance of power was down to her. And it felt good. As did he.
Danny disengaged himself. “I really am sorry about that,” he said.
“I’m not,” said Kim. Her words hung in the air several beats as they stood looking at one another.
Danny gulped. “Hot house,” he said. “I’ll hang your blouse in the hot house. Then fetch you a towel. Follow me.”
Okay, Mr Alpha Male, thought Kim. I’ll do as I’m told. For now.
The hot house was a sauna. She almost expected tropical birds to come swooping and screeching. Danny closed the door behind them and they stood together in the perfumed silence. He pulled his T-shirt over his head. She reached out and ran her fingernail from his collar bone down his warm flesh, finishing just above his belt where a dark arrow of hair disappeared into his cut-offs. She dragged her wet blouse off. He held out his T-shirt. Still he kept his distance.
Flowers of Modesty by Mick Payton
She unfastened her lacy bra. Stood there in her clinging shorts. Then she dragged the dry shirt over her head, breathing in his scent. Musk and soap. How much damper could her panties possibly become? But something stopped her covering herself. Danny’s fingers, soft as feathers, were circling her nipples. She felt a little moment of triumph as he dropped to his knees in front of her, cupping her creamy breasts in his big, earthy hands. He opened his mouth. Began tonguing and teasing her stiffening buds while she stood legs apart, back arching and eyes closed.
Their breathing was uneven. Uneven and raw. A turn on. Like a porn movie sound track. But this was no movie. This was real.
Kim wasn’t thinking about breathing. Not with the insistent pulse pounding at her core. She knew she was creaming. She longed to lie down on the ground and spread her legs for him. With hands like his, he must have a cock to die for. Nothing else mattered. She didn’t care that they’d only just met.
“You want me to stop?” His voice was pure growl. “If you don’t want me to stop, I’ll need to sort myself out.”
What a cute guy. Kim licked her fingertip and traced the curve of his lips. “Don’t stop,” she whispered. “My blouse won’t be dry yet.”
Danny scrambled to his feet, his erection bulging against his cut-offs. He disappeared into the gloom then reappeared with a rug which he spread on the ground. Kim lay down, propping herself on one elbow to watch him shuck off his kit. As he inserted one finger under her waistband, she wriggled, lifting her butt to allow him to peel away her wet shorts and panties. As she felt his finger inside her slit, she was lost. She lay back, arching and rubbing herself against his hand. That slippery, stroking finger went on and on, its rhythm relentless. Kim was bucking against Danny’s hand now, riding her spasms. Panting.
Beyond inhibition, she crooned and she begged. All the while his erection was tantalisingly close to her face. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, Danny. Make me come.”
“Oh, baby one - I’ll make you come…”
“I want it now…oh beautiful cum…yes…oh yes….”
He sucked on her clitoris, his lips magic. Sending her spinning to her special place. The world exploded around her. She lay there, breathless, but he was only beginning.
He straddled her, kissing her gently. More urgently as his tongue teased hers. She could taste spicy mint. As his tongue-fuck probed deeper and harder, she reached for him, wanting to hold him in her hand but he moved away. She heard the sharp rip as he unfastened a pristine packet. Kim felt there was something unbearably erotic about lying there, aware that once he smoothed the soft rubber over his huge cock - she’d been right about that – he’d be fucking her. Her excitement almost made her come again as she stroked her fingers down her body, her senses strained to screaming point. She was whimpering like a little animal.
Rock-hard and silky-smooth, his penis pushed between her pussy lips, lubricated by her warm wetness. He glided in then drew back. In again went the velvety tip. Then, he eased his full length into her.
Kim wove her fingers through his hair, tugging on it as Danny moved above and inside her. Sweat rolled down his face and dropped on her already wet breasts. With mouths and tongues they nuzzled and rubbed. Their flesh was slippery with her juices and their sweat.
His thrusts began to quicken. He pumped her until, his cock poised at her slit; he frigged her clitoris until she thought it would burst from its tiny sheath.
Just as she felt she’d faint if he didn’t lunge deep inside, Kim felt his full length again. She caught her breath, felt herself tightening around him. His cock rocked faster. Zigzag colours danced behind her eyelids. She raised her hips as if desperate to take all of him. “Come on. Come on. Do it. Do it. Come. Come. Come in me!”
Her scream tipped him to his climax. They lay breathless, still locked together. Then he rolled her over and off the rug and on to the muddy ground. Kim chuckled. They were both already saturated. What did a little more mud matter?
Gently Danny pulled out. Lay beside her; cradling her head on his arm. With his free hand he fondled her pubes. “Like fern fronds,” he said. “I could stay here forever but do you have to be somewhere else?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Quite a lot,” he said, spreading the fingers of one hand to daub each of her nipples with mud. “Mustn’t send you home dirty, babe. How about an ensuite bathroom, a bottle of chilled white wine and a takeaway to keep up our strength? Unless you can’t wait to go and play with your plants?”
She pretended to consider but her nipples were standing out again. “I’ll need to make a phone call.”
“Just say you’re advising the new owner on how he should, um, do things.”
“And not to wait up. It might take quite a while?”
“It could take all night.”
“Danny?”
“Yes, Kim.”
“Could we do it one more time? In the mud?”
He slid his tongue inside her ear. “You better watch out,” he said. “Some things grow quickly in the hot house. Others take a lifetime to mature.”
Originally published December 2009