Indecent Encounters

INDECENT ENCOUNTERS

8 Author Anthology

Edited by Bonnie Brown

Copyright© 2011 Evernight Publishing

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Editor: Bonnie Brown

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Copyright © Amarinda Jones

Chapter One

Poppy Mansfield stood on the balcony of her tenth floor room at the Sunrise Hotel. She was naked. If anyone saw her, she didn’t care. Poppy was a stranger in the Australian tropical city of Cairns. If someone looked at her body and laughed? So be it. She stopped worrying over what people thought of her long ago. If it was lust they felt? Well, that was different. Poppy was ready for that. While she was in Cairns on specific business, she was also ready for sexual adventure.

“I need to get laid.” That was a fact. Poppy was hungry for

hot, forbidden sex with a stranger that she was open to almost any suggestion that came her way. “I need dick.” Poppy wanted to be taken hard, rough and raw. “I want to be used. I want to wake up aching.” It wasn’t what a good girl would crave, but Poppy was tired of being good. That was just a façade she hid behind in her everyday life. In reality she was nothing like her image. “I want to be fucked.”

Poppy thought momentarily about her long term partner and lover. He was a good man. She needed him. “But I also need more.” And it wasn’t just an orgasm she craved. Poppy could come under her own fingers or the tongue of her lover. Her gnawing lust was different. It was about being stripped naked of all defenses and being taken raw and hard purely for the sensation of it.

Her hand moved down to her clean shaven pussy as her interest once more turned to the backpacker’s hostel across the road from where she stayed. It struck her as odd that a quality hotel and rough dormitory style accommodation could be on the same tourist strip. But that was Cairns for you. The far north Queensland city catered to all tastes and classes and no one was considered better than anyone else.

Poppy’s eyes locked in on the same man she had been watching for a couple of days. She often saw the auburn haired man on the small balcony of the room he shared with some other backpackers. Rarely did he wear a shirt. And his shorts? They sat low on his lean hips. It would take so little to yank them down and see what they hid. Poppy licked her lips as she imagined running her tongue down his skin from his sternum to his dick. She liked toying with men. She loved sucking dick. It drove men to do wild, dirty things to her.

She stroked her clit as she thought about the man across the street. “And just what would you do to me, Joshua?” That wasn’t his name of course. It was just what Poppy had decided to call him. She watched as he bent down and picked up another can of beer from the cooler that was placed on the balcony. Poppy could see the bare crack of his ass as he leaned over. Her fingers itched to pull his shorts down to bite and taste. “Oh, how I want to do terrible things to you, Joshua.” Poppy had decided long ago that life was about taking chances and enjoying herself. She rubbed her clit harder.

The man she was looking at turned. Poppy jumped slightly, yet she continued stroking herself. Did he see her? Could he see where her hand was? She smiled in invitation. “Come and get me, Joshua.” Poppy closed her eyes and slid the fingers of her other hand inside her. “I need cock.”

* * * *

Owen Craig had been watching the tenth floor balcony of the hotel across the street for the last couple of days. The red haired woman who stood naked on the balcony was driving him wild. She was a tease. He knew the type. “I want to hunt her down and fuck the stuffing out of her.” While it was true that Owen couldn’t see every line of her body, he knew by the way the woman stood, she was a confident, sexy lady looking for the right man. As for her standing naked on the balcony with her hands between her legs playing with her pussy? Some may have called her a slut. Owen viewed her as liberated and in control. He liked that. Women who played games held no interest to him. “I’m the man for you, princess.”

“Is she watching?” David, one of his roommates squinted in the direction of the balcony.

“Yes.” Owen was on holidays. He had rented out a room at The Palace Backpackers Hostel as he enjoyed meeting new people. While sharing a dormitory room with four men had its challenges, it also had its benefits. A never-ending parade of women had come and gone from the room, each sharing what she had to offer, and Owen was not one to turn down a gift.

* * * *

Owen leaned against the wall across from the Sunrise Hotel and waited for her to appear. He had been following her since he first saw her. Any plans Owen had vanished when she wandered into his world. Some women were like that. They made you watch, want and mess up your schedule to be with them. He smiled as she appeared in a red, strappy sundress that fell down to her knees, yet left her pale shoulders bare. That she didn’t wear a bra was obvious. Her full breasts were bouncing against the red fabric with every step she took. “And I bet you have no panties on.” Owen ran one long finger down the column of his throat. “All the better to fuck you with.”

Owen waited for her to move further down the street. He knew where she was headed. It was Friday. The local farmers market was in full swing. People flocked there for fresh fruit, vegetables, entertainment and atmosphere. It was the ideal place for a tourist. “Not that she’s going to see it.” Owen planned to waylay her before that.

* * * *

Poppy’s heart beat erratically. She knew the man she christened ‘Joshua’ followed her. Poppy had eyed him discreetly as she left the hotel lobby. She smiled to herself as she pulled the cotton strap back up over her shoulder. It was madness to wear something so revealing in the bright sun. Her skin was delicate and prone to burn. However, there was another heat she was aching to feel.

“Excuse me, do you have the time?”

The fine hairs on her neck tingled as a man came up behind her. She knew in her heart it was Joshua. “It’s just after ten o’clock.” Poppy didn’t turn toward him. She closed her eyes as she felt the heat from his body press against her. That a stranger had the audacity to do that to her should have offended Poppy. But it didn’t. Poppy sank back against him, enjoying the bound-up tension she felt as his dick pressed against her butt.
I want him in my ass
.

“Scared to look at me, princess?”

Princess?
Was that how she came across? Like some prissy woman who believed she was too prefect to be touched? “I’m going to the market and —” Poppy stopped mid sentence as she felt his hot breath on her neck.
Touch me. Fuck me.

The stranger lifted his head and chuckled. “Oh, I’m not asking, princess.” His arm fell from her waist as his hand linked with hers and he pulled her forward.

“Liar.” Joshua kept moving forward. “You’ll get everything you desire, princess.” He pushed her up against the wall, his body trapping hers. “Do you like it rough and dirty?” His hands started pulling her skirt up to her waist.

The warm, humid air on her skin competed with the rough denim of his jeans and the hot fingers tugging at her clothes. Poppy knew she could yell and scream and kick him to free herself, but she didn’t want to. That Joshua had come to take what was on offer thrilled her.

His blue eyes locked with hers. “I asked you if you liked it rough and dirty.”

“Oh yes.” Poppy’s hands dropped to his zipper. He watched intently as she worked it down. She smiled as his dick jumped out to greet her. “Pretty.” She saw the amusement in his eyes.

“You like dick?”

“I love dick.” Her hand curled around his shaft. Anyone could see them. Poppy didn’t care. She would never be back in this town again. She wanted this man and she was going to allow him to take her any way she wanted.

Joshua pushed his hands down on her shoulders. “Suck me.”

Poppy was forced to her knees on the hard concrete. Her hand tugged on the dick she still held. She was rewarded with a growl of satisfaction from him. “But Joshua, what if —”

“—someone sees us, princess? They’ll think you’re a whore. Now open your mouth and suck my dick.”

I want to be your whore.

Chapter Two

Owen smiled at the name she called him.
Joshua?
Whatever gets you hot and naked with me, princess
. He knew she was the sort of woman who wanted to be made to do things. Owen placed a hand behind her head and pushed his hips forward so the tip of his dick touched her lips. “Suck it.” He sighed when her lips slipped around the head and drew him inside her mouth. Some women knew how to suck a man’s dick. This lady was one of them. It was in the teasing suck and release of the head of his cock, and the soft hand that gripped his shaft as it moved back and forth, teasing the underside of his cock with a well practiced pressure. She knew how to work him just right.