Rules of Arrest

Copyright © Aurora Rose Lynn, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Total-E-Bound.

Excerpt From: Rules of Arrest

Chloe Denton was trying out her new, sexy look. The sheer white blouse with a glittering gold button precariously perched between her full breasts, a black leather mini skirt riding high on her creamy thighs, and six-inch strappy heels completed the experimental appearance. Less was always better, wasn’t it?

Maybe divorce, along with her thirty-first birthday, invigorated some women to adopt an innovative image, one they’d never have considered before. Chloe had counselled couples to try out new methods of perceiving their world, of testing out different sexual positions, and even though her own marriage had been going down the drain, she’d never adhered to her own advice. Newly divorced, battling with the need to prove herself, she dressed in a minimalist style—which, she figured, made her want to do crazy things. Like get it on with a complete stranger.

She edged the side of her thumb along the smooth, raw silk collar of her blouse. Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead with anticipation of the unexpected. Her sedan, with plenty of room for what would have been a fledgeling family, was parked outside Vanner’s local—and only—coffee shop. It was just after five a.m. The sky was clear, and nearby fruit tress blossomed in all their glory. The sun hadn’t yet risen.

Her plan was to stroll into Starbucks, order a tall and bold coffee, and sit at the window. However, she was missing one thing at this early hour—a scent to drive a man wild. If she was practicing her new appearance, why not do the whole thing—sight, and scent? She sighed and glanced in the pocket mirror attached to the lowered sun visor. Why had she forgotten her perfume that could arouse and tease a man’s susceptible senses? Time to remedy that.

She shut off the car’s engine and lowered the driver’s side window several inches. The fragrance of fully opened blossoms mingling with a hint of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the vehicle’s interior. How I wish I had that wonderful smell in a bottle. But I don’t, so I’ll go for the next best thing. Natural.

She surveyed the mostly empty parking lot. No one would disturb her while she ‘scented’ herself. The skin on her forearms tingled with awareness. She had never masturbated in a public place, but the hour was early and the parking lot empty. Cool air reached between her thighs as she edged them apart slightly and her desire ramped higher. Why bother wearing panties if you were dressed so seductively? She moaned as a whispering caress rippled between her splayed thighs.

If she imagined her ideal man, what would he be like? Tall, broad-shouldered, lean without the mean part—since she’d already had that with David—a shadow beard to give him a ruthless, yet sexy appeal, and there! She was done! Now to strip her clothes off, one item at a time, and observe his appreciative, stunning blue eyes. Chloe would tremble with a sense of her feminine power. Her knees began to shiver, and, as she pressed her middle finger on her thigh and trailed it up towards her hard nub, juices escaped her sheath. Leaning her head back against the headrest, she closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. Her man would seduce her with one pointed look, would use his large hands to pleasure her. His long fingers would slide in between the silk of her panties, sending quivering shivers up and down her spine, and tightening her nipples into rock hard peaks of yearning.

Then he would swirl the pad of his index finger around her clit, and she wouldn’t be able to hold on. The rising orgasm would cause her thigh muscles to strain and her body to tense with delicious eagerness.

In the car, Chloe sucked in a breath between gritted teeth. Faster and faster, she circled her hard, wet nub. She arched her back. She was about to come. Oh, this was going to be good…