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  On the Rebound

  Story 1

  Show Me!

  An Erotic Short Story

  by

  Charlene Black

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  Show Me!

  (The On the Rebound Short Story Collection: Story 1)

  An Erotic Short Story by Charlene Black.

  Copyright 2017 Charlene Black

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  Published 2017 by Charlene Black at Smashwords

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters are fictional and any resemblance with real persons, living or dead, is unintentional. This ebook contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language. This ebook is for sale to an adult audience only. Always practice safe sex.

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  About This Story

  Show Me!

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  About Charlene Black

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  About This Story

  The request had been made… Will she do it?

  Emily – fresh out of a two-year relationship – is on an Interrail trip through Scandinavia with her best friend. The uninhibited Annabel uses every opportunity to get Emily’s mind off her cheating ex-boyfriend. On the train from Amsterdam to Lübeck, Annabel is exchanging naughty text messages with her own boyfriend Gerard. Then Emily receives a personal request from him as well… How far does Emily dare to go?

  Show Me! is the introductory story from On the Rebound: A Short Story Collection of Explicit Tantric Erotica. If you like to watch and be watched, you’re going to love this fun and yummy short story with a Spicy Bite (2 out of 5) Tantric Candy heat rating.

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  When my best friend Annabel suggested that we go interrailing together through Scandinavia, I might have known that it was not going to be any ordinary trip…

  ***

  Amsterdam – Lübeck

  A shrill whistle. Doors closing. One moment of silence, before the train slowly pulls out of Amsterdam Central Station accompanied by the sound of the wheels rumbling and clicking over the rails. Huffing and puffing, we manage to stash our backpacks on the overhead luggage shelf. We sit down and make ourselves comfortable.

  We are on the night train to Lübeck in Germany. I look out of the window and watch the city centre disappear behind us. Something contracting in my chest. My jaw clenching and my throat closing from the struggle to keep those feelings down. Despite my best efforts, my vision becomes blurred. Before I know it, two stubborn tears are hanging on for dear life to my lower eyelashes. Discreetly, I guide them to the corners of my eyes and wipe them away.

  “He’s an idiot… and an asshole.” I hear my best friend Annabel’s commentary, delivered in a dry, matter-of-fact voice next to me. “You’re better off without him anyway. You do know that, don’t you?”

  She’s right, of course. I just broke up last week with my boyfriend of two years. Turned out he had been messing around not just with one, but also with quite a few other girls during our relationship. He said that our life together had become tedious. Subtext – I was too boring for him. It was not that he did not loved me, he said, he just was not ‘in love with me’ anymore – whatever that is supposed to mean. Apparently it gives you free pass for being a cheating and lying jerk.

  What really gets to me is not even that he might have wanted to fuck other women from time to time. If I am being realistic, I suppose that is only to be expected. People become attracted to other people. It happens – right? As a matter of fact, I might even have been interested in playing along with him… No harm in a bit of experimentation and variation in the bedroom. Don’t get me wrong, a good man is a good man and I know how to appreciate one… but two of them at the same time… that could be even better? I’m not sure, but at least I think that might be the case.

  Bottom line, I believe I would have been open to try new things, if he had just asked. So the problem is not so much what he did, but how he did it – going behind my back like that. And then – when he realized he had been found out – our relationship apparently suddenly did start to mean something after all. Would you believe it, he even tried to play the ‘But babe we all make mistakes’-card. Like – seriously? How does that work, exactly? ‘Oh babe, my cock just accidentally slid into her pussy. Oooops! I hate it when that happens!’ Or what? You know what, if someone could explain the logic of the male brain, I would be really interested to hear that, because it makes absolutely no sense to me. Mind you, neither does my own brain right now. Sitting here with a lump in my throat, crying over a spineless bastard like that.

  I turn to Annabel.

  “You are absolutely right! Thank you for reminding me.”

  “What are friends for?”, she smiles. “And before this trip is over, you’re not even going to remember his name anymore. Hell – if we play our cards right – you may not even remember your own.”

  ***

  The lights are dimming inside the carriage; outside mostly darkness, interrupted by occasional streetlights and lit-up windows when we pass a highway or a village. The passengers around us are having a go at finding the most comfortable positions in which to sleep. We try to do the same. Annabel quickly dozes off. I am having a hard time falling asleep. While the carriage grows ever quieter, after an hour I am still wide awake. I look around in our carriage. Next to us we have another backpacker: a blond, young man, about our age – has not shaven for a week, at least. He is not bad looking at all… and kind of cute as he sleeps with his mouth half open, while leaning against his backpack standing on the seat next to his.

  I need to pee. I try to hold it up as long as I can, but I know that if I am going to have any sleep at all tonight I will have to go to the bathroom first. As carefully as I can, I try to crawl over Annabel, but she wakes up.

  “I’m sorry I woke you up, but I really have to go to the bathroom”, I say in a low voice, as not to wake up any other passengers.

  “That’s all right, just go”, she mumbles.

  When I get back she is texting on her phone.

  “It’s Gerard, he’s still up.”

  Gerard is Annabel’s newest boyfriend / partner / companion / …whatever. She is pretty open-minded when it comes to relationships and usually has at least three people she is involved with at the same time – that all know of each other, of course.

  “Let’s send him a selfie from this first day of out trip.”

  We lean our heads against one another and put on our brightest smiles while she snaps a shot with her phone and sends it to him. She goes on texting back and forth, whispering the content of their exchange to me as it progresses.

  “He’s wondering how you are doing… I’ll tell him you’re excited to be on this adventure, shall I?”, she mumbles to herself as her fingers tap on the screen. “He says he’d love to be here with us, enjoying the company of two beautiful women. Aaaauwh, isn’t he sweet?” Another message appears. “Oh my God, he is so naughty!” She continues to whisper. “Look what he’s writing”.

 
She shows me a message where Gerard is explaining in quite some detail what he would like to do with her, if he were here right now. The message ends with a request for a shot of Annabel’s boobs, as consolation for the fact that he will not be able to see her for the next two weeks. She giggles and asks me if I think she should do it.

  “Does it matter what I think?”, I say in a low, dry voice.

  “I suppose not”, she giggles again. She looks around and decides the coast is clear, “Here”, she hands me her phone and lifts her breasts out of her bra and generous cleavage, pressing them together between her upper arms, “Take my picture!”

  I just shake my head and comply with her request. She has got a nice set of breasts, I have to admit and she does look really hot on that picture. The whole setting makes me a bit tingly inside as well. Gerard responds with the enthusiasm you would expect and ends his message with another request.

  “Oh Emily”, Annabel whispers with a cheeky smile, “would you like to know what he asks now?”

  “Let me guess…”, I say dryly.

  “Yes!”, Annabel interrupts me. “C’mon, go on, just do it! It will be fun.”

  I look around in the carriage and mull it over in my head for a moment. What if someone were to see me? Annabel doesn’t care at all, it seems, but I find the thought that some of the other passengers may notice what we are doing quite scary… yet strangely exciting at the same time. What the hell, you only live once, Emily, I think to myself.

  “Okay, I will do it”, I say, “but you have to promise to be quick.”

  “I promise.”

  I look over to the guy sitting next to us on the other side of the aisle of the train. He appears to be sound asleep. I quickly pull my top up over my breasts and then I lift them out of my bra.

  “That’s beautiful”, Annabel whispers, “Just cup your hands around them and they will look even more gorgeous”.

  I do as she says. My nipples are getting aroused from all the attention.

  “That’s nice Emily. Just push your breasts up a bit more”, she instructs me.

  “Take the bloody picture before somebody sees me”, I hiss at her, my heart beating really fast from the excitement and fear that someone will notice.

  She snaps a shot of my boobs and sends it to Gerard. I quickly pull down my top again, covering my breasts.

  “Wow, he is really into your boobs as well. He says your tits are absolutely stunning and wonders what other secrets you might have to reveal.”

  “Tell him he is out of his mind, if he thinks I’m going to show him anything else.”

  “Wait, he’s writing a whole piece about what he would like to do with your boobs. Listen to this: ‘Tell Emily how much I appreciate her flashing her magnificent breasts at me. I would love to feel those soft puppies in my hands and look at her nipples get harder and harder from anticipation, waiting for me to touch them. Tell her that I would then roll her hard nipples between my fingers, pulling at them just a little bit, teasing them until they would be hard as two rocks between my fingers. Would you ask her to do that for me now? And take a picture for me’.”

  His words are making us both horny and Annabel looks at me with expectant eyes. My breasts are still resting on top of my bra under my t-shirt. As if my body has a will of its own, my hands find breasts and my fingers start rubbing my nipples through the fabric. They become harder. My hands slide down to the hem of my shirt. What am I doing? I must be crazy. I should stop. But my hands grab a hold of the hem and lift it up again above my breasts. Leaning back against the seat, I push my breasts out and start rolling my nipples between my fingers. I let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure. Annabel snaps a picture and sends it to Gerard.

  Wow, that’s horny!, he replies by text. Tell her that I would now take her breasts and squeeze them together, bringing her nipples right next to one another and that I would then suck at those hard rocks at the same time, letting my tongue flicker over them again and again and again.

  I let my fingers flicker over my nipples really fast. My hips start moving; I begin to grind myself against the seat. My breathing becomes heavier. I try to breathe as silently as I can, hoping nobody will hear me. I glance over to our neighbour. He has moved a bit, but seems to be asleep. Annabel is taking pictures of me, sending a regular update to Gerard.

  She’s a horny little girl that one, isn’t she?, he texts to Annabel. My cock is so hard here, you have no idea. I bet she’s all wet between het legs. Ask her if she won’t let me have a peak under her skirt.

  Annabel whispers in my ear that Gerard wants her to take a picture from under my skirt.

  “No way!”, I whisper back. “What if someone sees us?”

  Annabel receives another text.

  “He says that he’ll show you how big he is, if you show him what’s under that skirt.”

  A wave of excitement shoots through my pussy at the thought. I cannot believe what we are doing. This is so inappropriate.

  “My God, this is all making me so horny”, I moan silently to Annabel, while I continue to play with my nipples. “Go ahead, take a picture for him”.

  She lifts up my skirt and tells me to spread my legs a bit, while she takes a picture where you can see my inner thighs, my black string and a tiny bit of my pubes.

  Gerard’s response is a simple command: Show me more!

  “Tell him, to deliver the goods first!”, I say to Annabel.

  After a few seconds she shows me a picture of Gerard’s hard cock resting in his hand.

  I feel a wave of moisture is seeping out between my legs, making my string wet.

  I reach up under my skirt and push my underwear to the side, exposing my pussy to the camera. My hips are undulating on the seat, my pussy is soaking wet, begging to be touched.

  “Take the picture Annabel”, I pant, “Take the picture!”

  She sends the picture to Gerard who sends his reply promptly: That’s lovely Emily. I love to look at your horny, slutty, wet pussy. I am stroking myself, making my cock even harder while I am watching your pussy. Now I want you to touch yourself the way I am touching myself. Imagine how my hard cock is sliding in and out through that slippery slit between your legs. Annabel, make sure you get this on camera.

  Annabel switches to video and keeps the camera of the phone between my legs. With one hand I hold my string to one side, while I use the other hand to stroke and fondle myself, spreading the wetness out over my pussy. It is becoming harder and harder to stay quiet, but I keep my sounds of pleasure as much inside as I can, hoping not to wake any of the other sleeping passengers. I insert one finger inside, then two, pushing them in and out, imagining Gerard’s big hard cock between my legs. I become wetter and wetter, the pleasure growing between my legs until I cannot help myself. A high-pitched moaning “Aaaah”, escapes from my lips and I squirt in an ecstatic spasm all over my hand and over the seat. Some of the watery liquid is even dripping onto the floor. Annabel’s phone is capturing every wet second of my enjoyment on film. She presses ‘send’.

  Holy crap!!!!! You girls have totally made my night! Thank you, what a treat!

  A beaming Annabel looks at me, “I’d say that was a pretty good start of our trip, wouldn’t you?”

  And pretty soon thereafter, the carriage is once again resting in quiet sleeping mode, and I finally fall asleep as well.

  – THE END –

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  About Charlene Black

  Charlene Black, erotica author and creator of Tantric Candy has been an active Tantric practitioner since 2012. She loves to write Spicy, Explicit Tantric Erotic Stories. Charlene’s stories invite you into the world of the senses. Her writing style helps you to slow down, take your time, taste, feel and listen to every word pulling you into a world of sensual erotic encounters. Charlene usually writes from the feminine perspective, appealing to the desire of the feminine in all of us to get carried away into surrender and ecstasy. Whatever your thing is – straight couples sex, bisexual or lesbian encounters, ménage or group sex – chances are she has written or is writing about it. She has a special fondness for beautiful lingerie, sex talk, bondage, watching and being watched. She is passionate about conscious sexuality and likes to bring in elements of transformation into her stories, the heat levels of which range from ‘inspiring to stretch your boundaries’ to the outrageously explicit.

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