Excerpt: Trips & Dips, A Nasty No Chaser erotic short story.

He looked across the room and noticed she had been watching him.

“Thanks for having me.”

The woman smiled and walked over to the couch with a plate of fruit, placing it onto the table before sitting down by Quentin. She did not speak right away, making him uneasy. “I hope you don’t mind me leaving my bag by the door for the moment.” He said. She smirked and seductively said, “I don’t mind that. But, I will tell you what I do mind.” She picked up a grape and ate it. Quentin looked at her with a degree of uneasiness. She looked down at his crotch, then back sternly into his face and broke her silence. “Well, Quen, what I do mind is you having a party in your pants and not extending an invitation.”

Quentin swallowed so hard he thought his Adam’s apple had gone down his esophagus. He sat perplexed, unable to respond verbally. However, his physical response was over-whelming. He started to perspire. The woman took a napkin and dappled at his forehead before saying, “My my, someone’s a bit hot and bothered. So, what’s up with that invitation? I guess I have got to crash the party on my own.” She took her hand and caressed Quentin’s chest. Quentin reached for her hand and tossed it aside. “What are you doing?” he asked. She moved in closer, putting her hand back at his chest.

“Listen, Sweetie, we don’t have a lot of time, so let’s just keep this party going.” She kissed him, pulled his shirt out of his pants and caressed his bare chest. Quentin was hella turned on and returned the kiss. He groped her breast. She pulled away from the kiss and said, “See now that wasn’t so difficult, was it?” Quentin thought to himself, No, it wasn’t, but is should be! This was his best friend’s woman.

The thought lead to no rectifying action. He reached around and grabbed that fat ass and squeezed her buns like a bread maker kneading dough. She kissed him and reached down, unbuckling his belt. Quentin re-positioned himself so she could have easier access to his swollen dick. She pulled it out and caressed it before saying, “I’ve heard so much about you,” talking to his dick rather than him.” Quentin thought, This is it, this is the problem; she’s a damn freak. He had finally figured out why she was with Greg, a freaky freak of nature. Quentin rose up off the couch and let his trousers fall, exposing himself fully. He pulled his shirt over his head and asked her, “So how much time do we have?”

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