Heidi's Bedtime Stories: Erotic Quickies for Men and Women

I live in a small town, so when I visited New York City for the first time, I was just in awe. From the moment I arrived at JFK, everything seemed to be moving at top speed. Even the superfast taxi ride to Manhattan was exciting and scary. When I got to the hotel in Times Square, I was almost overwhelmed by the glittering lights and the people rushing around. I felt so small surrounded by all the towering buildings and huge billboards. The hotel lobby was gorgeous with its marble floors, ornate chandeliers, and glass-enclosed elevators. Since I didn’t know anyone in New York I spent a lot of time in my room. Sure it got boring, but I was waiting to meet my boyfriend, who wouldn’t arrive for another few days. We live in different cities and hadn’t seen each other for two months. We’d agreed to meet in New York. It would be the first visit for us both.

One particular night will always remind me of New York. It started off pretty normally. I was sitting on the bed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a glass of wine at my side, taking in the beautiful city from my twenty-second-floor room. From up so high the city was spread out like a shimmering tapestry before me. I could make out at least two bridges in the distance and the lights of the cars glittered below in red and green. At night with their lights on it was easy to see inside other buildings.

The past two nights I’d taken to looking into the same apartment where this good-looking guy lived. With his dark hair and sexy beard, he reminded me of my boyfriend. He’d come in, turn on the lights, take off his work shirt, sit down on the couch, and turn on the television. Even from far away I could tell he had a great body. He had a muscular chest and a well-defined six-pack. He had the sexiest arms I’ve ever seen, and his worn jeans, which hung low on his hips, showed off his tight ass. I figured he worked with his body because he was in great shape.

That night, instead of just watching TV and falling asleep, he sat on his sofa stroking his chest with his fingers. I couldn’t really tell, but I think he was watching porn. I started getting turned on as he ran his fingers across his nipples and then between his legs, roughly rubbing his dick. He looked so hot, I was getting really horny. I started rubbing my shoulders and caressing my breasts. When I felt my pussy getting wet, I slid my hand inside my panties. I pretended it was my boyfriend’s fingers between my legs as I stroked myself.

I felt like a Peeping Tom as I sat there in my short silk robe watching this good-looking stranger touch himself. When he unzipped his jeans, pulled out his swollen cock, and started stroking it, I slid out of my robe and let it fall to the floor. It was so hot watching him without his knowing it. I could feel how wet my pussy was getting, and I badly wanted to come. I lay down facing the window with my legs up on the bed. I started caressing my inner thighs, slowly teasing myself as I got closer to my throbbing clit. I was going crazy. It felt sooo good. I licked my fingers and slowly ran them down my body all the way to my clit.

My pussy was soaked, and I loved it. I slipped my fingers between my swollen lips and rubbed the juice all over. I still had plenty left to smear over my breasts to make my nipples hard. I was so close to coming. The faster the stranger stroked his dick, the harder I rubbed my clit. My pussy was throbbing, and I wished I had my boyfriend’s fat cock to fill me up right then and there. I could feel the muscles in my body tighten as I fingered myself.

I was so close; my juices were running down my legs. I was moaning louder and louder. My whole body tensed up as I watched my stranger stiffen and come in his hand. I couldn’t hold it anymore; it was getting really intense, and my moans were getting louder, my mouth was getting dry. And then there…Oh, fuck! I screamed so loud, my own body jerking on the bed now soaked with my cum. I moaned loudly and gasped for air until I lay back limp, my arms at my side. I felt so much better. I wished I could thank my good-looking stranger. Maybe I’d see him tomorrow.

My best friend, Julie, wanted me to go on a blind date with this guy David, whom she knows from work. Blind dates aren’t my thing, but after about a week of her begging, I gave in and told Julie he could call me.

David called that Friday. He sounded nice enough and had a deep sexy voice. We talked for a bit, getting to know each other. He mentioned that he has a buddy with a great place in Malibu. When he asked if I’d like to go to his friend’s beach party, I said yes, partly to make Julie happy and partly because I wanted to meet him. He arranged to pick me up at eight that night. I hung up the phone with a smile and a warm tingling between my legs.

I’m a big sucker for the ocean, and a Malibu beach party sounded like fun. I wanted to look smoking hot that night. Who knew who was going to be there! Plus, I wanted to impress David.

I went shopping and found this beautiful chocolate brown cotton dress. It was short and tight, and showed off my long tanned legs. The high slits on either side would be perfect over my bikini. When I slipped it on in the dressing room, I looked great. The color complemented my bronzed skin and my long blonde hair. David was in for a treat.

That evening I stepped out of the shower and stood naked in front of the mirror admiring my long legs, small waist, and full breasts. I pulled out my ponytail and let my long hair fall down my back. I then slipped on my white bikini and my high-heeled sandals. My stomach was flat, and my ass was toned from hours at the gym. I smiled at my reflection, and after slipping on my little summer dress I was ready.

When I opened the door to let David in, I almost gasped. He was hot! Julie hadn’t told me he used to be a model. In his tight jeans and T-shirt I could tell that he had a great body. He was about six feet two inches, 190 pounds, with sexy teal-colored eyes and thick salt-and-pepper hair. When he smiled, he had deep dimples and even white teeth. I’m only twenty-four and not normally into older men, but the moment I saw David I could feel my pussy getting wet.

After a couple cocktails at my place, we hopped into his Jeep and headed to Malibu. It was a gorgeous evening, and the fresh sea air made me feel alive and happy. We arrived at the party a little late. Everyone was already wasted and making their way down to the ocean. As we walked around the house, we came across the hot tub, which was empty. I begged David to get in with me, but he didn’t have his trunks. I led him to the bar, and many shots of Patron Silver later he was ready to take the plunge.

We walked to the hot tub, and I smiled at David as I stepped out of my dress, standing there in my bikini and heels. I could see his dick getting hard. I stepped close to him and slid my hand into the front of his pants. David’s breathing deepened, and his dick grew thicker. The more excited he got, the wetter my pussy became. I was looking forward to getting him naked and in the hot tub.

I undid his vintage jeans and pulled them down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. He