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I tried to find something colorful to help get everyone’s week off to a good start, but all I could find was this:

So, in case that’s not enough….and to satisfy my Male visitors, Here’s an excerpt from the Work In Proggress. 🙂

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Excerpt: WATCH ME.
Part of the KINK anthology due out March 2007 from Berkley Heat.

The bus pulled up to the curb and as the doors opened for me I heard a raucous voice callout “Hey baby, no need for the bus, I’ll give you a real ride!”

Without looking to see who it was I climbed into the bus and moved to the back with a grin on my face. It didn’t matter who had said it, or that some women might’ve been offended by it. I wasn’t. It felt great to have a man see me as so attractive and sexy that he’d had to call out, stranger or no.
I was the only pickup at that stop so the bus started moving before I reached my seat and an invigorating breeze brushed over my body from the open windows. Dropping down onto the bench seat I smiled at the rumpled looking businessman across from me before leaning my head back against the window and let the air rushing in from the window sweep over me.

The bus stopped a couple more times but no one else moved to the back of the bus. So when it pulled onto the freeway the man in the suit and I were the alone and across from each other.

The wind from the window felt amazing so I pulled the top of my dress away from chest and let the breeze flow over my exposed skin. A shiver ran down my spine and my nipples hardened from the shock. Sensing another kind of heat on my skin I peeked out from under my eyelashes to see that the man across from me had his eyes glued to my chest, as if in a trance.

Lifting my head away from the window I glanced down. The material of my dress was once again plastered to my small breasts and my nipples were poking rudely against the fabric, but everything was covered up so I didn’t know what he was fixated on.

When I looked back at him, he was reading the paper once again. Resuming my relaxed pose I watched him from under my eyelashes. He was an okay looking guy. A bit too young for my taste even though he wore a suit. Not that it mattered. I was married, but …I wasn’t dead. Every few seconds he would look over at me, his eye’s running hungrily over my body.

The little devil that reared its head last week with the roofer tapped me on the shoulder once again. It’s all about attitude, I reminded myself.

I brought my hand up and pushed my hair lazily off my face, letting my fingers trail softly to my neck: I wiped at the beads of sweat there. Then, as if unaware of what I was doing, my hand drifted lower and brushed over my nipple. The stranger’s eyes darted around the bus, looking to see if anyone else was watching. I knew they weren’t, the bus was almost empty and the people that were on it ignored everyone else. That was the way of it on a city bus.

His eyes swung back to me a stayed glued to my hand as I lazily teased my hard nipple. My blood heated at my own naughty behavior and I opened my eyes to watch him watch me. He was so entranced with my actions that he didn’t even notice me watching him. So I brought my hand up to brush the damp curls back from my temples again, and his eyes locked onto mine.

Letting my hand drop back into my lap I waited to see what his reaction would be. He just shrugged, smiled sheepishly at me, and I couldn’t help but flirt some more. Reveling in the delicious fire coursing through my veins I descreetly tugged my skirt up a bit higher on my thighs.

He saw the movement and his eyes twinkled and his smile grew. Making a production of folding his paper and placing it across his lap, he settled back deeper into his seat as if preparing to watch a show. The thrill f the tease raced through me and I snuggled my butt deeper into the bench, and prepared to give him one.

Letting my hands run in light circles over my thighs I spread my knees a bit further apart and slipped them between my thighs. Rubbing them up and down dragged my skirt a bit higher every time my hands came up. His eyes remained glued to my hands and I brought my skirt to the top of my thighs that time, allowing him a brief glimpse of the dark curls there before pulling my skirt down again. His shocked eyes jumped to mine and I smiled devilishly at him.

“Yes, I’m a naughty girl. I have no panties on,” I told him with my eyes. “Would you like to see more?”

“Please.”

Placing my hands square on my thighs I slowly walked my fingers on them. My skirt gathered in my fingers and rose higher on my thighs until I slid my butt forward a bit more on the seat so he could get a good look at my naked pussy.
Heart pounding in my chest I continued to tease him, and myself. I slid one hand under the edge of my skirt and trailed my fingertips over my swollen lips. I watched the Adams apple bob in his throat as he watched me play. Stiffening one finger I slipped it easily between my lips and into my wet hole.

A sigh escaped my parted lips and I let my head fall back against the window and my eyes drift shut again. I didn’t have to see him watching me to know he was. The weight of his gaze was more tantalizing than a touch could ever be.

Once my eyes slid shut I began to relax and get into it. I slid my stiffened finger in and out of my hole slowly. The palm of my hand pressed rythmically against my clit, bringing me to the edge fast. The slight sound of rustling paper drew my attention and I peeked out my lashes to see what he was doing. My audience had shifted his position and now had one hand under the newspaper covering his lap. Opening my eyes fully I smiled encouragingly at him. The noise of the rustling paper wasn’t enough to draw attention and I imagined him rubbing himself through his pants trying to keep his movements to a minimum.

The thought of him stroking himself surreptitiously made the inner walls of my cunt clench and a small surprise orgasm swept through me. I widened my thighs more, lifted my hips off the bench and pressed down on my clit with my palm, stretching the orgasm out as long as I could.

When I looked over at my audience again he was sitting statue still, just staring, not between my thighs, but at my face. I blushed a bit, shocked at my own behavior.

What the hell was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking, that was the whole thing. I’d never even masturbated in front of Grant before and here I’d just done it for a stranger!

No. I did it for myself. As I pulled my skirt down before I noticed that we weren’t on the freeway anymore. Shit! I’d missed my stop.

I reached up and pulled the cord to alert the driver that I wanted off the bus and with three steps I was at the door. Surprisingly the businessman fished in his pocket and then held out a business card.

The bus rolled to a stop and the back doors swung open.

“Sweet Dreams,” I whispered before stepping off the bus.

I’d left him there with the business card still in his hand, and a stiff cock in his lap. I didn’t care about him. I cared about the way I felt, and the fact that for the second time, a stranger had made me feel more sexy and exciting than my husband.