Jasmine is ready for some quality beach time with no one. A tough, hot, early fall, week she knows her time is limited. But Steven, her sexy Brit boyfriend, can’t seem to leave her alone. It’s not that she doesn’t want to see him, the deal is she knows he will always be there. There relationship in a predictable hum, she doesn’t see the harm in going off the grid for a few hours. Except he has something special in mind.
A teasing encounter at her favorite deli spawns a beach daydream rudely interrupted when Steven tracks her down at her favorite seaside destination. He lures Jasmine back to the office to ‘take a look at some new hardware’.
What she finds is Seth, a personal fitness trainer at the gym where Steven works as an IT manager. He is rough and ready to go. Jasmine soon finds out what Steven has in mind. What happens after he pleads with her “Please baby, share my mate”, is a raucous good time.
This 5,300 short sizzles with a MMF erotic menage you won’t soon forget. Enoy!
Targeted Age Group:: 18+ Mature audiences only
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
In this story I wrote about everything that makes my heart go pitter pat. The Indian Summer SoCal beach, a good deli sandwich, hot Turkish men, Personal Trainers and IT guys. I put these things all together with the idea of two is better than one!
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Each of these characters is based in someone I know, then they are endlessly messed with and put in crazy sexual situations that are sure to heat you up.
Pulling into the deli she frequented when in the area, she noted they were slow for a Friday afternoon. Surprising, they had an awesome deli counter, and carried booze and wine, some high end stuff, and then some stuff like she was looking for, beach drinks. She looked into the various cooler doors for something enticing. Then she saw it. Bottled Sangria by no other than Boone’s Farm. That on ice would do the trick. She grabbed the cool bottle and filled a cup with ice. She turned to the fizzy drink counter and grabbed a lid and straw.
“Jazz, what’s up?”
The owner of the deli, a twenty something, Turkish guy. He slid up next to her, so close she could feel the heat of his muscled body next to hers. A vision flashed through her mind. She was bent over the counter, her white beach cover hiked up over her hips, and her string biking bottoms at her ankles.
“Hey Boorah, getting ready for a beach day.” She held up the bottle of Boone’s farm as a barrier between them.
“Really.” He nodded slowly his eyes taking in every inch of her.
“Hey – yeah – and I need a turkey sandwich too. The works, you know how I like ‘em.”
“I certainly do.” He brushed by her and headed for the deli counter. He went to the sink and washed his hands.
Jasmine felt a flush rise in her face. This boy was no more than twenty five. She needed to get a grip. She went and stood on the opposite side of the counter and watched him prepare her sandwich. The bell dinged signaling someone had entered the store. Jasmine was relieved. She hadn’t been home in two nights and was feeling more than a little randy. Something out of the ordinary sure would be fun.
“Can I help you sir?” Boorah greeted the customer.
“Nope just need a wine for tonight. I can get it thanks.” The older gentleman waved with a smile.
The sandwich finished, Boorah came and leaned his spectacular body at the cash register presenting the wrapped morsel with both hands. A small smile played on the corner of his lips.
“Anything else I can get for you?” His accent so sexy, the sound was deep and vibrant. His voice reminded Jasmine of places far away she had only dreamed of visiting.
She felt herself blush again, and felt like a school girl. He probably flirted with all his female customers. She had ten plus years on the kid.
“No, I think this will be just enough.” Jasmine challenged him.
“I can offer you, oh, so much more.” He set the sandwich down and stood straight up, crossing his muscled arms in front of him.
Jasmine giggled as the man, with wine selected, came up behind her. Jasmine collected herself blushing again this time in embarrassment. The man stood benignly enough, but he must be thinking she was a desperate harpy.
“How much?” She asked, all business.
Boorah punched some numbers into the cash register.
“$17.86 pretty lady.” He smiled innocently.
Jasmine dug a twenty from her purse and held her hand out waiting for change. The brush of his hand was not accidental as he placed the loose change in her hand. “Careful out there on the beach. I mean there are sharks, jelly fish, all kinds of things that could just eat you.”
“I will do that.” She nodded putting the change in her purse. She grabbed her bag and winked before leaving.
Back in the car she laughed at herself. Flirty interludes seemed so far in the past. Since she and Steven moved in together, she focused solely on her sexy Brit. Sure, she kept an eye out for the beefcakes, but Jasmine was a one man kind of person. Boorah though, damn, she would love to bag him, and was more than a little confident she could.
The man that purchased the wine exited the store. He got into his Lexus, and left. The store was now empty, except for Boorah. She stared at the door contemplating acting on her desire. Procrastinating her decision, she picked up her phone, stared at it for several moments before setting it back down. She should return Steven’s message. Although if she didn’t he would just think she was in a meeting or something. Without further thought, Jasmine put the car in reverse and exited. A quickie with a 25 year old Turkish guy…
About the Author:
Sol Serano is a fictitious name for the author who loves to write about humans carnally connecting around a set of unusual circumstances. But no, the person behind the name, has never participated in a gay, male, three way, or had sex in a run down video store. Ms. Sol Serano however has. Being fictitious, she gets to have all the fun.
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