The Erotic Short Story Collection

1. Road Strip

Kurt accelerated hard as they pulled onto the freeway. His little Hyundai Getz seemed to growl in protest, lurching forward as they travelled up the entry ramp. Once the car had reached cruising speed the noise from the engine reduced to a low hum.

Kurt glanced towards the passenger seat, giving his girlfriend Tara a reassuring grin. She just shook her head back at him wondering why he had to abuse the little car so.

Kyle just grinned back at her. His car might be a cheap piece of crap, but the twenty three year old blonde next to him was the rolls Royce of girlfriends. She had large bright green eyes and a slender figure. Her ass was a masterpiece that would have made Da Vinci jealous and her perky B cup breasts were like two cherries atop a marvellous soufflé.

Truth be told, Kurt was not too hard on the eyes himself. He was slightly taller than average with a broad chest adorned with a thick rug of hair. His shoulders were strong and muscular, perfectly in proportion to his athletic body. While his dark brown hair was clipped short around the back and sides. He had a thoughtful complexion which was complimented by his warm brown eyes.

Kurt placed his free hand on Taras knee whilst his other gripped the steering wheel. They were heading to his home town for a family gathering and would be in the car for the next few hours. Possibly more given the congestion he was experiencing as they tried to leave the city. The car slowed and Kurt wove the little Getz from lane to lane, trying to find the fastest way out of the city.

As he drove he stroked Taras thigh, absent mindedly running his hand from her knee up to the hem of her denim skirt. On a few occasions it even drifted below the skirt, softly caressing her inner thigh.

Tara tapped away on her phone, engrossed in whatever she was looking at.

After another ten minutes of travelling they had reached the city limit. The road opened up ahead of them and Kurt was finally able to do the speed limit.

Kurt smiled as he looked across at Tara who was still focused on her phone. He took the opportunity to study her while she was distracted. Sneaking looks at her beautiful face. He memorised her delicate features, those slender cheeks, her dainty ears.

She wore a simple white top with a surf logo on the front and a denim skirt that stopped mid thigh.

"Oh for fucks sakes!" Kurt swore as he was cut off by a driver in a four wheel drive. His hand left Taras thigh, gripping the wheel as he changed lanes rapidly. Making sure to give the stink eye to the driver of the other vehicle as he went past.

Once they were back up to cruising speed and he had set the cruise control, he returned his hand to Taras knee. Gently he stroked her thigh once again. Failing to notice that not only were her thighs now considerably farther apart but her skirt had ridden a few inches higher, now finishing just below her panty line.

Tara continued to stare at her phone clearly preoccupied.

After a couple of minutes Kurt removed his hand again, adjusting the radio to play his favourite station.

When his hand returned he ran it gently up her thigh stopping just before the edge of her panties. He changed direction, travelling back to her knee. He continued this motion for the next couple of minutes whilst listening to a discussion on the radio. They were discussing a controversial call that had occurred late in a football match on the weekend, so naturally Kurt was giving his full focus to the radio. Kurt listened carefully to the discussion trying to understand how the two radio personalities had watched the same footage as him, but had somehow managed to come to the completely wrong conclusion.

Tara locked her phone and placed it beside her seat. Her face turned towards Kurt.

"Take your pants off."