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  “It's been fun, Brandon. Thanks for the coffee.”

  “I'd like to see you again sometime, Rachel. Can I call you?”

  “Sure. I'd love that. Take care.”

  She got into her car and headed home, which was about five miles away down a road that had little traffic at this time of night. About two miles down the road, Rachel heard a loud “thump” and her car suddenly became difficult to handle. She realized that she had a flat right front tire and she quickly pulled over to the shoulder.

  That could have been a lot worse, she thought.

  Fortunately, Rachel knew how to change a tire, so it was just a matter of getting out of the car and doing it. She wasn't particularly comfortable doing it at night, but you don't get to choose when you get a flat. Making matters worse was the fact that her flashlight wasn't working.

  I'll just have to fumble my way through it in the dark.

  She had just finished getting the jack and spare out of the trunk when a car pulled up behind her. Rachel grew tense, as you just never know what kind of creep might pull up behind you at night under the pretense of offering “help.” She did have a small electronic zapper in her purse, and she reached into the car to get it.

  Her tension eased a moment later when she realized that the driver of the other car was Brandon.

  “Wow. Looks like you could use some help. Got a flat?”

  “Afraid so. It just blew out. I do know how to change a tire, but help is always welcome. Do you have a flashlight? Mine isn't working”

  Brandon didn't have a flashlight, so he parked his car so that the front of his car faced the front of hers. They used his headlights for light as they spent the next few minutes changing the tire. Rachel had a good spare, so in about ten minutes, Brandon had her ready to go.

  They stood facing each other in between their cars.

  “I can't thank you enough, Brandon. You've been a big help.”

  “You're welcome. You're lucky I was driving home this way. I usually take Highway 37.”

  Brandon started to turn to leave.

  “Wait a minute. You've got a grease stain on your cheek. Let me wipe that off for you.” Rachel pulled a tissue out of her pocket and reached to wipe away the grease stain on Brandon's right cheek.

  As she approached to wipe his cheek, their eyes met. They stared at each other for what seemed an eternity. The awkward silence was broken when Brandon grabbed Rachel's hips and pulled her closer to him.

  Suddenly, his lips were on hers, and she gladly received them. She'd wanted to have Brandon kiss her for months now, and she didn't care if the two of them were standing on the side of the road. They could have been standing on Mars, for all she cared. His kisses were welcome, and she greedily accepted them.

  He kissed her more deeply, and his tongue entered her mouth. His manly taste had a hint of coffee to it. He pulled her closer still, and she felt her nipples harden as her breasts met his chest. She could feel herself growing wet as his hardness pressed against her.

  Her entire body was responding with glee as Brandon caressed her. He gently stroked her breasts over her T-shirt and began to nibble on her neck. Her nipples stiffened ever more as he gently stimulated them. He reached into her shirt and unfastened her bra, exposing her breasts.

  He delicately sucked on her nipples and Rachel cooed at the tingling sensation. She began to squirm from the overwhelming sensation of pleasure as Brandon alternately licked and sucked on each of her nipples.

  He then slowly moved his hands down to her jeans, and deftly unbuttoned them and pulled down her zipper.

  She wasn't wearing any panties under her jeans. She grew increasingly moist with desire.

  He reached into her jeans and gently slid a finger into her. She cried out in ecstasy as his finger entered the slickness of her most intimate place.

  Yes. This is what I want. It feels wonderful.

  He inserted a second finger, and began to quickly move them in and out, pushing through the slick folds of her pussy. She began to rock back and forth with each motion of his hand.

  He continued to lick, suck and kiss her breasts while proceeding to fuck her rapidly with his fingers.

  Rachel thought she might come right then and there, and she wasn't sure she'd come only once. She hadn't had sex in months, and Brandon's fingers were about to give her a tidal wave of pleasure.

  “I'm going to come”, she said.

  Just then, Brandon withdrew his fingers. The tidal wave was going to have to wait. He brought her to him and kissed her some more. Rachel reached down and felt his firmness. She then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and dropped to her knees, right there on the side of the road. She didn't care where she was, and she didn't care who saw her. All she wanted was to take care of Brandon's needs.

  Rachel pulled Brandon's hard manhood out of his pants. She paused for just a second when she saw the size of his erection, but then instinctively took him into her mouth. His cock was already slick with excitement. She licked the salty drop from the tip of his cock and ran her tongue gently around the head.

  “That feels so good”, he said. He moaned slightly.

  She then took his full erection into her mouth. She worked his cock in and out of her mouth, while slowly rubbing her hand over his balls. He began to thrust, and she knew he was going to come soon. She began to aggressively stroke his shaft while continuing to lick and suck the head of his cock.

  Just as Rachel was certain that Brandon was going to come at any second, he abruptly pulled out of her mouth.

  “Not yet”, he said. “I want more of you.”

  He took her hand and helped her stand up. He began to kiss her again and his tongue desperately pushed its way into her mouth.

  As he did so, he pulled her jeans down. She broke off the kiss to remove her jeans completely. Brandon turned her around so that she was facing her car hood. She put her hands on the hood and spread her legs. She was dripping with excitement and put one foot on the bumper of the car to give Brandon better access to her wet mound.

  Brandon dropped to his knees behind her and pressed his tongue against her moist hole. His lips sucked her damp folds and she squealed as his tongue greedily licked her clitoris. Her squirming intensified as he licked faster and deeper, giving her pleasure that she never dreamed could possibly exist. He knew exactly where to lick, where to suck and where to nibble. Rachel prepared for the orgasm of her life; the one she knew was coming any second.

  Just then, he stopped, almost as if to tease her intentionally. He stood up, turned her head slightly, and gave her a deep kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, and she loved it. There was something so sexy and naughty about tasting her own juices on Brandon's tongue.

  After a minute or two of deep, wet kisses, Brandon pulled a condom from his pocket and unrolled it expertly. Then he stood behind her, put one hand on her hip and used the other to guide himself into her damp folds.

  Rachel squealed with delight as he slowly entered her. Any worries she had about the size of his cock quickly went away as he gently pushed all the way in. He began to thrust with increasing frequency, and Rachel bucked her hips with every thrust. She was overwhelmed with the feelings of his hardness and the fullness that his entrance had provided her.

  Their bodies were sticky with sweat, a bit of grease and the humid night air. Brandon began to thrust even faster, and Rachel knew that she'd be coming any second. That tidal wave was returning as he thrust deeper, giving her a tingle in nerve endings that she didn't even know she had. Each thrust brought her closer and closer, and finally the wave came crashing over her, followed by a series of smaller ones. Her entire body shuddered as she came again and again.

  Brandon came shortly thereafter, thrusting one final time as he shouted, “Yes!”. He hugged her from behind and held her for a few moments.

  They shortly came back to reality and realized, with some embarrassment, that they were standing naked on the side of the road. They quickly gathered their
scattered clothes and got dressed.

  “If you don't mind, I'd like to follow you home, just to make sure you get there safely”, said Brandon.

  “That would be nice. Thank you so much for your help.” Rachel got into her car and started her engine. Brandon turned his car around and followed her to her apartment.

  He escorted her to her door. “Don't forget to get that flat tire fixed. You wouldn't want to get another flat and not have a good spare. Would you be interested in having dinner and a movie with me tomorrow night?”, he asked with a smile.

  “I'd love to, Brandon.” They kissed intensely for a moment or two, and he turned to leave.

  “By the way”, she said. “I guess that part of the movie about having sex on the side of the road wasn't so farfetched after all. Who knew?”

  Brandon grinned as he walked to his car. He got in, waved, and drove away.

  Rachel felt extraordinarily content, and slept like a baby that night.

  Brandon did call her the next day, and they went out for dinner and a movie, and a cup of coffee and another round of steamy sex. In fact, they had so much fun that they agreed to have a weekly movie date night from then on.

  What had started as a casual meeting in a theater lobby had turned into a blissful long-term romance.

  THE END

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  Her story finished, Jessica treated herself to dinner at her favorite restaurant.

  Jessica was happy with how her story had turned out. She'd managed to write a story that had a bit of romance, a bit of drama, and some sex scenes that, while not entirely realistic, at least had some semblance of taste.

  She'd hoped that readers might want to read some stories that didn't feature such awkward sentences as “He opened her treasure chest with his love sword.”

  Nobody wants to read that. But will anyone want to read this?

  She'd find out soon enough if the reading public was interested in buying her work.

  The next morning, over coffee, she showed her story to Amber to get another opinion. Amber sat down on the sofa to read it. About twenty minutes later, she said she thought it was terrific.

  “I like these characters; you could write an entire series of stories about Rachel and Brandon. They're one hot couple”, said Amber. “That sex scene on the car hood was incredible. Rachel makes a pretty good heroine. I think a lot of women could identify with her.”

  “Thanks. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. Of course, I'll need to proofread it again to make sure there aren't any typos. I'll also probably tweak a bit of the dialog here and there. I want to make sure it's perfect before I submit it for publication. Thanks again for the input.”

  Amber headed off to work, and Jessica poured herself another cup of coffee. Then she sat down on the sofa to reread her story.

  As she got to part with the sex scene on the side of the road, she felt herself becoming aroused, much to her surprise. Her nipples began to stiffen and she felt herself becoming damp between her legs.

  I guess this IS a steamy sex scene, she thought.

  As Jessica continued reading, she worked her free hand into her shorts and began to slowly rub her now-swollen mound. She got wetter as she rubbed more aggressively and the more she read of her story, the more aroused she became. She couldn't believe that she was becoming turned on by something she'd written herself, but her peaking nipples didn't lie.

  She began to rub herself more aggressively as she read about Brandon licking Rachel's most intimate place.

  As the story progressed, Jessica could feel herself getting closer and closer to a climax, and her sensitive clit felt like it was being shocked with tiny jolts of electricity. The rubbing wasn't enough, and Jessica inserted two fingers and began to fuck herself . By the time that she got to the part of the story where Brandon entered Rachel from behind, Jessica came with a vengeance, feeling as if her entire body was having a head-to-toe orgasm. She shook as she came twice more, and she dropped the ebook reader as she lost herself in her pleasure.

  After a few minutes, she recovered, and decided that if she could become so aroused by reading about Rachel and Brandon, then other people probably could, too.

  She submitted her story for publication that afternoon, and was surprised when it started selling well almost immediately.

  Jessica realized that she'd probably found her calling. A few days later, she started writing a second, longer story, that also featured Rachel and Brandon.

  Over the next six months, she wrote a half a dozen more stories about Rachel and Brandon. Much to her surprise, Jessica had become a best-selling author. She was even interviewed by some women's magazines, and her interviewers were usually surprised when she said that her great inspiration came from a book of badly-written sex stories. She wasn't getting rich, but then again, she wasn't waiting tables, either. She'd managed to quit her job at Freddie's a couple of months earlier.

  Things have worked out pretty well, she thought. If only I could find myself a guy like Brandon.

  Perhaps that will come in time.

  Jessica headed off to the mall to treat herself to a small shopping spree. She'd felt she'd earned it.

  The End of Erotic Inspiration.

  Seduction of Steel

  Chapter One

  ...Rachel moaned serenely as Brandon, still firm, took her into his arms. Wet and aching from one of the most Earth-shattering orgasms she'd ever had, Rachel sighed and ran her fingers though Brandon's tussled hair. He caressed her cheek gently. Rachel had never before felt so content, and lying there with Brandon made her feel complete.

  “I love you, Rachel.”

  “And I love you, Brandon.”

  “Will you marry me? Today? Will you become Mrs. Brandon Richards?”

  “Of course I will! You've made me the happiest woman in the world! It's hard to believe that this all started with a flat tire on the highway.”

  With that, he lifted her off of the bed and took her to the kitchen for breakfast.

  THE END.

  Jessica Steel put her Kindle down and placed her vibrator back in the drawer on the nightstand. It wasn't large, measuring only about three inches long, but the small blue vibe did what it needed to do on those lonely nights that Jessica encountered all too frequently these days. The small tool usually gave her a quick and satisfying orgasm, and tonight it did not disappoint.

  It wasn't unusual for Jessica to masturbate while reading erotic literature on her Kindle, but what was unusual was that the book she'd just finished reading, Forbidden Lust, was one she had written herself. Despite the fact that she'd written the book and knew every sex scene in it by heart, she still found herself aroused by it. It did, she thought in all modesty, contain some of the best sex scenes she'd ever written. The reading public apparently liked it too, as the book had continued to sell well since it was first published some three months before.

  Jessica hadn't written a word since. She had been writing erotic novels for the past two years, and she'd had pretty good success with it. A couple of her other books had made the best seller lists, and she was earning a comfortable, but not spectacular, living as an author.

  Until writer's block set in, that is. Jessica picked up the well-worn Kindle from the crumpled sheets and turned it on again to read the first chapter one more time, hoping to get some sort of inspiration so she could start writing again. Every writer gets blocked from time to time, but if it gets to be a habit, it gets hard to pay the rent. Rent in this part of town wasn't exactly cheap, even if she did have a roommate to help share the expenses.

  “Are you reading that book again?, asked Amber Mitchell, Jessica's roommate. “You must have every word of that book memorized by now.”

  “I'm just trying to find some inspiration. I've written this entire series of books about Brandon and Rachel, and in the last one, they decided to get married. I just don't know if I can do anything with those characters anymore. What am I going to write about n
ow?.”

  “Why don't you write the same stuff everyone else does? Just have the girl meet up with a hunky billionaire. They meet cute, engage in a little BDSM, and live happily ever after.”

  “Oh, please! Another Fifty Shades of Grey? Do you have any idea how many books have been written like that? Probably hundreds. They're all the same; every other guy on the street is a billionaire. They're all rich, gorgeous, multilingual and under thirty. And they're all brooding, difficult, into bondage, and of course, obsessed with the young, virginal ingenue who thinks she can tame him so they can live happily ever after.”

  “Well, those stories are successful, so it's obviously a winning formula. I like them; I've probably read Fifty Shades of Grey five times. Why not copy the formula and cash in?”