TABOO SHORT STORIES 48(108)

Vanessa strutted towards the food table, letting her ass sway as she did so. She made a show of choosing her drink and sipping sexily, then glanced at her shoulder to catch the eye of one of the men she noticed had been watching her since he got in. Jake was her husband’s assistant manager, and she remembered the tryst they had back then in the office when she visited. Oh, how he took her in the copy room and fucked her hard on that desk with his long dick, and how she moaned out her pleasure while everyone took their lunch breaks and her husband got everyone distracted.

Her pussy tingled at the thought. Vanessa squirmed, letting herself watch the man from head to toe, though she lingered particularly on the part of him she missed most. That had been a pretty long cock he had.

Vanessa let her gaze fall away. Then she turned to search for her husband’s eye, knowing he usually watched her checking out his workmates during gatherings like these and would always look amused. But to her surprise, Brandon wasn’t looking at her right now and hadn’t seen the whole exchange.

Something else had caught his attention.

Wondering what that was, Vanessa followed the trail of his gaze. Surprise turned to speculation when he found her eyeing none other than Jessie Yu—one of her close girlfriends who knew how her relationship with her husband worked. Jessie was a Buddhist, one of those women who loved yoga and getting at peace with nature and their inner selves. She was a sweet girl, and Vanessa always got along with her.

She was also one very hot Asian. A hot Thai, to be more specific.

Vanessa watched as Jessie sipped at her drink, not looking at Brandon at all. Her eyes widened when she realized her friend was using the same tactic that she’d just used on Jake—and it was working. Brandon was looking at her like he wanted to devour her, hiding it behind his act of drinking beer in a glass. A flash of jealousy coursed through Vanessa as she checked Jessie out again, who was tall, lean and had slim curves in all the right places. She had the longest legs, too, and her skin was darkly tanned and absolutely beautiful. Her tits were not as big as Vanessa’s, but even she could see the nipples poking through Jessie’s bikini top, begging for some action.

The jealousy eventually vanished. Asian women were Brandon’s biggest secret fantasy, and she loved Brandon so much. So how could she refuse him this?

As if hearing her thoughts, Brandon glanced in her direction, surprise flitting in his blue eyes that she’d been watching him all along. A sheepish smirk slid up his mouth, and she smiled back in encouragement. Then she subtly nodded her head and sipped at her drink again, knowing he got the message.

Looking back at Jessie, it seemed like she was gathering the courage to do her next move. Vanessa silently watched as the woman took one last swig of her drink, then pretended to look around. Her gaze landed on Brandon and she sauntered over in that direction, smiling almost shyly.

Vanessa could hear the opening lines of Hey Brandon, can you show me where the wine is…? before their voices were muffled by a commotion of laughter in the pool. Vanessa let it be, walking over to where the entertainment currently was to join in on the fun.

For now, she was going to let Brandon have his kind of fun, too.





CHAPTER TWO



There was a very hot woman in his domain, and Brandon was directing her towards the wine cellar—the one place in the house where they could be truly isolated for a few minutes and away from the crowd gathered at the pool party.

It should have made Brandon nervous.

Instead, he was excited as hell and sporting a raging hard on that was bound to stay hard for the rest of the day. She already caught his interest the moment she came in wearing a thin orange sundress that complimented her gorgeous dark tan—but that had been nothing to how his cock stirred when she’d finally taken off her sundress to reveal a black string bikini beneath.

It looked perfect on her with the way it hugged her body appealingly, and he looked in appreciation at those curves now as she walked ahead and followed the directions he provided. Jessie wasn’t voluptuous like his wife, who would probably beat Scarlet Johansson in any man’s wet fantasy, but the Asian had a slim body with softer curves all over, and a rounded booty that now swayed deliciously in front of him. Her tits, from what he’d observed earlier, weren’t that huge, too, but they were a firm, round handful—and that was more than enough.

But the sexiest thing about Jessie?

It was the tattoo—one that started at the top of her back and swirled down to disappear in her bikini bottom and inside her ass. It was a combination of butterfly and flowers in dark ink, and looked flirty and sexy at the same time. He wondered where it stopped beneath, and his fingers itched at the thought of peeling away that bottom so he could see for himself.

And touch it. And maybe taste it. Dark and wet and—

“This is it?”

Jessie’s soft voice interrupted his thoughts.

Down, boy. He nodded.

“Yes.”

They both went down the basement, and he watched Jessie’s almond-shaped eyes widen as she took in the wine cellar. He didn’t really take people down here, but those that he did were always surprised by how big and neat it was, with wines stacked and organized by kind and date—he had to thank Vanessa for that. Brandon asked Jessie what she wanted, and she stood close beside him as she thought it over, looking over the selection with a keen eye.

While she was in the process of choosing, Brandon let his senses get filled with her scent. He’d always been a scent guy, and Jessie’s scent at the moment, which was a mix of something coconut-y and gingery due to her suntan lotion, had his dick twitching eagerly. Goddamn it. He could already imagine tasting her, lapping it up from her skin and steeping himself in her scent.

And burying his cock inside that lovely, rosebud-shaped mouth.

“That one,” Jessie said, pointing just above her head. She tried to reach it up by standing on tiptoe, but only ended up brushing it with the tip of her fingers. She giggled and turned her head to the side to gaze at him helplessly. “I can’t seem to reach it.”

He chuckled, then shook his head. “Let me do it.”

Brandon expected her to step aside, but Jessie merely looked back up at the wine. Anticipation coursed through him as he stepped forward and reached up, the front of his body brushing her back—her tattoo very close and more detailed now. His hand had just reached the bottle when something unexpected happened.

Jessie leaned her lower half back—and in effect, her pert butt touched the very front of his shorts.

“Oooh, you have more choices down here,” she cooed as she kept pressing.

Brandon stifled a groan as his cock surged at the feel of her firmness and how tightly pressed she was against him. My God, her ass was so damn tight. He froze when she leaned up again and pointed even higher, her head turned up.

“Can we have that instead, Brandon?”

She was pointing to a shelf that was way above his head, and Brandon’s senses clicked in place at what she was implying. But then again, maybe he got it all wrong.

But then again…she still hadn’t moved her ass away from his erection.

So Brandon decided to go for it. In order for him to reach the wine, he moved forward, effectively moving her forward too until her front was almost pressed to the shelf and her back was even more pressed against his. His hand moved up, and he paused. Waited.

Silence filled the basement as Jessie’s ass slowly moved—a soft, grinding motion that he could feel deep in the veins of his cock, as if he was being softly caressed. She did it once, twice and so much more times that he felt he was going to burst out of his shorts right then and there and bury himself right there in between her legs, where he could feel her heat and could sense her wetness from deep inside.

He wanted to fuck her so bad. So fucking bad.

He wanted to fuck her hard and make her squirt for him.

But this wasn’t the place and time, and they both knew it.

At almost the same time, Jessie pressed herself against the wines and Brandon plucked the chosen wine bottle from the shelf. Then he stepped back, his erection now tenting his pants. Jessie turned back around to face him, and he could see her nipples poking through her top, pebbled and aroused. But she made no move towards him, and he stayed in place.

“That was a tight fit,” she said, glancing at his shorts with gleaming eyes. Then she blinked and was looking at him cheerfully, holding out her hand. Their hands brushed as she took the wine bottle, and he throbbed in desire.

Jessie walked forward, then paused just beside him.

“I’ve got some good dessert at my restaurant that would go with one of your wine collections,” she said lightly. “You might want to drop by tomorrow and check it out for yourself.”

Her hand brushed against his raging cock, an almost accidental movement.

And then she was gone, walking fast up the stairs and leaving him in the cellar’s suddenly gloomy atmosphere.

Brandon closed his eyes and resisted the urge to rub a hand over his erection, which he knew was never going to go away now. He’d just been invited over in the most subtle way to her place.

And damned if he was going to let it pass by.





CHAPTER THREE



The Thai restaurant Jessie owned was located in one of the busiest streets in Los Angeles, but there weren’t many customers when he got there. Brandon got a view of his reflection on the mirror near the doorway—his dark brown hair looking breezy and the simple pants and white shirt he donned for today—before he looked around for Jessie.