Erotic Retreat by Gia Blue

Erotic Retreat
    Gia Blue
    Published: January 2012

    Published by i heart Smut. Copyright, Gia Blue. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

    This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

    Editor: Craig Kim | Cover Artist: Gia Blue

    Erotic Retreat

    They were hidden, removed from their hectic lives, simply enjoying the freedom of just being. No suits, ties, pantyhose or pumps.
    Carrie emerged from the tent and inhaled the scent of fresh dew on the uncut grass and the welcoming earth. The soft songs of birds echoed overhead, sounds bouncing off the sheer rock face behind what would be their home for the next few days.
    She stretched her hands high above her, easing the kinks that’d formed from sleeping on the ground, and reveled in the comforting heat of the rising sun warming her bare skin. If only the other office dwellers at work could see her now, naked as the day she was born, strutting her bare ass in the wilderness and celebrating every moment as if nothing else mattered.
    Out here she didn’t care about how her body looked—the jiggling of her thighs, the slight sag of her breasts, or the tiny pooch of her stomach. Now forty, she’d long ago accepted she wouldn’t ever have the body of a twenty-year-old college coed again. She typically disguised her aging body with power suits cut to her figure, but thankfully out here, her appearance was a nonissue.
    A soft ruffling from behind her, the sliding of nylon against nylon, reached her ears. Then thick arms, sparsely peppered with hair, wrapped around her waist, followed by warm, full lips brushing across the back of her neck. She smiled and bit her lower lip as the scratch of a morning beard rubbed against her shoulder, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Her husband’s morning erection settled between her plump buttocks and she ground her ass against him, encouraging, enticing him.
    “Morning, baby,” he said cheerfully, his voice still rough from having just awoken.
    She laid her head back against his shoulder and tilted it to the side, granting him further access. “Morning, my love.”
    Tucking his chin into her neck, Miller stroked the skin of her belly, tiny goose bumps—unrelated to the cool morning—following in its wake. One hand slid high enough to cup her breast, talented fingers pinching her nipple, rolling and tugging it just the way she liked. Fifteen years of marriage had taught them how to play each other’s bodies like a perfectly tuned instrument.
    His other hand danced south, teasing and stroking, petting the closely cropped curls of her mound like a cat. She purred against his neck, breath quickening the closer he came to her slit. “Please…”
    His cock pulsed against her ass, the soft wind cooling his pre-cum against her skin. She’d take care of him, just as soon as he…
    A fingertip, a single digit slipped between her lower lips, teasing the hood of her clit, rubbing that tiny bit of skin and heightening her arousal.
    “Feel good, baby? You know you have to let me hear you.” It was a rule. They didn’t have many: she had to say what she liked and she always got to come first. Carrie figured it was a win-win and had acquiesced early in their relationship. Plus, he enjoyed hearing his prim and proper CEO wife talk dirty to him.
    “It feels so good, Miller. My pussy hurts and I want your big cock inside of me.
    Please rub my clit.” She