Have you ever wondered what antics you could possibly get up to behind the two-way mirror in the focus group viewing room? The first Crash! Bang! Wallop! story gives you an idea of the possibilities!
But will they finish what they started before the group they're watching does? This erotic story contains some serious flirtation, cunnilingus, office sex, mirrors and safe exhibitionism. You’ll always wonder what’s going on behind that mirror next time you take part in a focus group!
Length: 8,700 words (approx.)
EXCERPT:
John’s hand reached the outline of her red satin
push-up bra, which felt wonderfully smooth. Not that she needed a push-up bra,
per se. But for added effect, it certainly worked its magic. He cupped it
firmly, once more sealing his lips around Zoe’s. His squeezes became firmer as
he earnestly sought her nipple through the fabric. A slight whimper from Zoe gave
him the necessary direction. But this wasn’t enough.
Scrambling underneath it, his hand wasted no time
in attaching itself to her sizeable and well defined breast. Grabbing her orb, his
firm touch lightened to those of gentle caresses. He couldn’t wait anymore to
feel her nipple without the satin cover.
His first touch sent shivers down Zoe’s spine.
Moaning with pleasure, her head moved away from John’s as she delivered kiss
after succulent kiss on his neck.
Paul’s voice resonated through the viewing room
speakers. It temporarily brought them to their senses, but served a timely
reminder that there was limited time to bring this explosive outburst of
passion to its rightful conclusion. Whilst other more timid, pensive
individuals, may have baulked, there was simply no going back for either of
them. Not that any of them possessed such thoughts. There was no way this
experience was going to end this second and with clothes still on.
Zoe’s response was instinctive. Without moving her
head or changing her focus from John, her right arm reached out, her hand
adjusting the speaker volume on the desk console. Paul’s voice was now almost reduced
to a whisper: much more conducive to frantic lovemaking.
As John’s
hand continued tracing around her nipple and gently squeezing it, this was
Zoe’s cue to assist in their combined efforts. The time for teasing had
disappeared: this was all-out, all-consuming lust. With a countdown. A slow
seductive removal of the bright red shirt was not on the agenda. Buttons were
released with breakneck speed: she wanted his hands all over her body and his
mouth all over her tits, to be sucked and licked intently. Flinging the shirt
over John’s head, landing in a dishevelled heap behind them, John followed suit
with her now unclipped bra. He noted the sweet smell of her body spray, and from
the corner of his eye, he also caught the label: 34D. Delicious.
John marvelled at the view. “God, your body is
divine,” he mouthed, leaning up to kiss her now smudged scarlet lips. He was
about to deliver another smouldering kiss on her lips. Zoe wasn’t having any of
it. She grabbed his head, stopping him in his tracks, before looking in his
eyes intently.
“Tits. Suck. N-o-w.” Her hand forced his head down
into her fully exposed cleavage. He marvelled at what he saw and was now
savouring with his mouth as well as his hands. They were awe-inspiring.
“What do you feed these things? They’re perfect.”
“Heineken. Now stop talking,” she snapped. “And the
more you’re talking, the less that mouth’s working. Suck those tits to within
an inch of my life, you dirty fucker!” she cackled.
