Just Do Me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Contemporary erotica

A young couple steal away from a fancy New Year's Eve party for a bit of fun.

Just Do Me


“Just do it, Alene,” my boyfriend Max orders with the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen upon his cheery face as he adjusts the lights to something soft.  At least we can view where we walk with echoing steps upon the hardwood floors.

“Is this the only reason you dragged me in here?” I whine feeling very starved for Max’s attention in my cream chiffon number.  It has a ruffle detail to the baby dolly design showcasing my long legs.  My favorite part of the dress though is the sophisticated crystal swoosh sweeping between my small breasts diagonally toward my hip below the empire waist. 

Throughout the masked ball tonight at his family's mansion, there are plenty of other men mentioning how lovely I am while dancing with me.  My boyfriend, unfortunately, remains preoccupied with his Christmas present.  He snaps pictures of everything until he sees his all-hands cousin Jerome trying to steal a kiss.  Thank God he rescues me from the dreaded garlic breath!

“Now, now don’t be like that,” Max chides me.  “The furniture in this room is well over a hundred years old, and no one is allowed near it.”

My eyes bulge with mischief I try to hide, but it’s too late.  Love her as I do, Max’s nana Gran Drummond is such a stick in the mud.  She never lets anyone into this room filled with her precious collection of antiques bought over the years as a hobby.  I am shocked when Max ushers me in here without the old woman noticing. 

“We’re being naughty, aren’t we?” I giggle with my hand over my mouth as if Gran Drummond might hear me over all the chatting guests and live music playing by the jazz band hired.

My boyfriend nods his shaved head reminding me of a Milk Dud candy.  “You bet we are, sugar.”

Max winks at me before he hides his handsome chocolate face behind the new and costly digital camera I buy him for Christmas.  He acts like a child with a new toy as he twists the knobs and presses the buttons.  With overjoyed excitement, he’s told me all about the aspects he could take with the new lenses I also bought for him.  I am simply amazed I even remembered it all since I’m the least technically savvy girl on the planet.  It warms my heart how well he’s taken to my gifts.  I still would have hoped Max notices how pretty I’ve made myself up for him, not some photoshoot.

“I swear, Alene, I’m not bullshitting you.  The camera loves you almost as much as I do.  So come on; strike a sexy pose right over there.  We don’t have much time before we are sought after and caught.”

Nibbling my lip a little, I hoist myself upon his grandmother’s antique dresser after removing my silver rhinestone mask.  Not for the first time do I wonder after my boyfriend who aims his new camera at me.  I am not the supermodel he follows around the world shooting exotic shots or in the most fashionable clothes each season.  I am his model tonight, the one left behind to tend to her own budding writing career. 

To date, I published one New York bestselling romance thriller "Fatal Sins."  Another book continuing the story of lovers on the run prepares to go to print in the spring.  Recently, I finish a third and final book in the same series well ahead of schedule. 

This past year is a good one for me in all that I’ve accomplished, but I look forward to the next being brighter.  Max is off the next several months and so am I.  This new year’s party his grandmother puts on every year at the Drummond family estate in New York is but the start of our time together.  It was in fact last New Year’s Eve when I met the tall, average build photographer at this very house in the Hamptons. 

Ironically, I was the date of another man Kit Wellington who paid too little attention to me and all to Gran Drummond.  What a massive dis!  Kit was the mayor’s son and felt the need to prove himself.  He hoped to perhaps sell the old woman some property in another part of New York since he was a big-time real estate agent of the wealthiest zip codes. 

Things had dried up with Kit well before that party, and Max had been a beautiful distraction for me.  Thoroughly charming, he made me laugh and danced with me all that night.  At midnight, Gran Drummond's favorite grandson stole me away for a New Year’s kiss on the terrace that faced the Atlantic.  It also overlooked the fireworks display his grandmother fired off as a finale to the party.  I was swept away in the magic of the moment knowing I landed in a budding romance. 

Every time I look at Max though I feel the way I did that first day we met.  A bright bubble ready to burst is what I am.  He doesn’t fear me shining in my own light.  We both have ambitions for our young lives, and I hope he will be amongst mine.  Max already stole my heart a year ago.  I’m shocked by that because I’ve never been one for commitment. 

What I have with Max is different.  For the first time, I feel on the same page with my guy.  I am his equal.  No more and absolutely no less in the world.  It’s a nice feeling because even when he’s traveling God knows where capturing the most beautiful women in the world on his camera, I feel as close to him as ever.  Not one day passes without us sharing a word by text, video chat or only speaking on the phone.

Max snaps his fingers instead of the camera to take his shot.  “Alene, where are you right now?”

I gather an idea that puts an enormous smile on my face.  Perhaps I have this camera thing all wrong.  It is me Max pays attention to now at least.  Why not make it a moment to remember?

First, I slip down one thin spaghetti strap off my delicate shoulder he often tells me he loves to kiss as I twist at the waist.  Then I follow with slipping off the other strap.  Without taking my eyes off my man in a tux, I lower the cute dress to free my little breasts with pale pink areolas that match the shimmer of my pink lips.  The camera goes off, but my boyfriend is no longer gazing at me through his toy.  He uses his eyes as he watches me grope my own breasts.  My thumbs run over my nipples hardening to pink pebbles.  I feel the flush at my cheeks that I am sure matches the red of my pinned hair. 

Max appears to be breathing hard.  He licks his full lips.  Yes!  This is the reaction I want.  Encouraged by this line of thought, I kick off a gold shoe and spread my legs.  I brace one foot on the dresser while leaning against the green wall.  In slow motion, I caress my finger up my thigh while raising the hem of my dress in perfect view for Max to see my cream ruffled panties.

“I am here,” I say softly when my finger dives beyond the thin silk.  “and I want you right here, too.”

Max settles his toy down on a side table as he comes to me.  I watch his dark mouth swallow my white breast, and I gasp at the contrast.  More mewls sound, caused by how well his hot tongue feels swathing my peaked nipple.  My one hand strokes the back of his smooth head while my fingers dip inside of me.  I groan with my boyfriend.

“Alene,” he whispers around my sensitive pebble, but I offer my other breast for his hot mouth.

“Oh, that feels so good.  I want more of your mouth tasting me... lower.  Please?”

His sucking at my nipple ends a moment later to lift my dress.  Kissing my navel and my mound through my panties makes me his with anticipation.  Max shifts the gusset aside and licks what already trickles out of me. 

I have wanted this all night.  Just to be with my man like this, servicing me between my thighs.  No one does it better sending little shocks through me with each divine kiss.  It has been longer than I like, and I’ve missed him.

“Oh, Max!” I nearly shout forgetting we are not supposed to be in here but that only manages to turn me on more.  I lift my bum up and down off the dresser to get closer to his tongue taking its time licking my creaming peach.  When he gathers up ringing my bell in a flicking bit of hockey, I whither in the joy of his oral love.  "Oh, God!"

The request for more of him is never necessary at this point.  My boyfriend’s tuxedo pants sag below his ass.  He spits on his own member before he eases inside me still pulling my panties aside.  I hug my leg without the shoe giving him all the access he needs to fill me.  I grip the antique dresser as the back of it bangs gently and then hard against the wall with his thrusts.  Max grunts to get more of his cock inside of me, and I feel full at last watching as more of his dark member disappears inside me hitting all the places I need.  I cream that dark cock stretching me wide to the hilt when he kisses me hungrily.

Neither of us last when the pounding is this good.  We can't hold off the rush that comes for us.  It seems like we only just begin when Max forces my climax from me in the roar of his own.

“What the hell is going on in here?!” Max’s brother yells as he barges through the door we evidently forgot to lock while he provides us a lookout.

I duck my face in shame against Max’s shoulder still clutching him as I breathe hard.  Max still pulses inside me and even gives me one last fill of that big black cock of his making me groan.

“Ummm, making love to my fiancée, doofus,” Max replies as he looks down at me presenting an engagement ring on his pinky finger.  “Give us a minute will ya?”

“Well, hurry up already before Nana skins us alive.”  The door closes again.

I peep up at Max after hearing what he says in shock, but when I see the engagement ring I know, I heard him right.  My mouth suddenly feels dry.  My hands tremble to my face.

He kneels before me, and he slips out of me.  “Look at me, Alene.”

Removing my hands, I do and see his brilliant smile.  “I love you so much, and I want nothing more than to prove it to you throughout every new year to come.”

“I love you, too,” I manage in a whisper with tears entering my eyes.

His light brown eyes spark with joy.  “Make it official and be my wife, Alene.  Marry me?” 

I nod and weep when he slips the diamond ring on my finger.  “Yes!”

Max embraces me tight as a new knot forms in my belly.  When he kisses me, I am swept away in the love that bursts inside like the fireworks display we'll be watching at midnight.

Once again, another new year approaches with change.  It is a good one.  Max and I embark on building our lives together.  I could not be more thrilled!

Submitted: January 02, 2018

© Copyright 2022 Amy F. Turner. All rights reserved.

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Michael Arlis

They started the New Year with a bang and a proposal forever more.

Tue, January 2nd, 2018 6:34pm


A good way to set off the new year in my book. Thanks for reading and the comment, MA ;)

Tue, January 2nd, 2018 11:46am


What an exciting fun way to get engaged. Sexy yet romantic at the same time. The risk of getting caught made it all that much more exciting for them. You've done a fine job on this one sexy lady.
XoxoX Ron

Tue, January 2nd, 2018 7:09pm


Thanks so much for the read and comment, you sexy thang you! It was a risk worth taking and fun to write about. ;)

Tue, January 2nd, 2018 11:49am


Seriously?! I'm going to tell Gran Drummond about you two. I sure as hell am not going to clean your mess of off that antique dresser. You sure like to make it hard for me don't you Amy?

Tue, January 2nd, 2018 11:25pm


Making "it" hard is what I live for, Sam.

Tue, January 2nd, 2018 7:34pm


There's something I forgot to say. Max is the bomb, he's,one cool cat. :-))
XoxoX SWx

Wed, January 3rd, 2018 11:05am


LMAO! Yes, he really is!

Wed, January 3rd, 2018 5:59am


Great story, really enjoyed it. It was quite sensible and sexy at the same time.
- Sexykitten45

Thu, March 29th, 2018 1:31am


That's me all over. LOL! Very sensible. :D

Wed, March 28th, 2018 8:07pm

seductive pages

Ohhhh what a naughty tale

Wed, February 20th, 2019 11:59am


Those are my favorite kind...

Thu, February 21st, 2019 9:36pm


a novel concept that resonated with me Amy.
antiques and sex in the one scenario.

Fri, September 4th, 2020 2:35am


Sex anywhere other than a bed is always hot. So thanks for the read and comment on how it made you feel.

Sat, September 5th, 2020 4:32am


More than a bit of fun. Great story. You write beautifully.

Thu, February 25th, 2021 6:51am


Thanks, J. I consider your work and your writing style beautiful and fun, too. :)

Sat, February 27th, 2021 5:29am


Tremendous, a joy to imagine!!!

Fri, January 7th, 2022 9:33am


Awww, thanks, Spy! I like imaging this a lot. ;)

Tue, January 11th, 2022 2:28pm


I'm confident I read this previously, but I don't see my comment. It must be one of the lost 6. When they turned this site over, all sorts of shit fell out of the bucket. It's a shame, really, but what can you do? Put on your best dress and keep dancing.

So, let's step back to 2018, New Years in the Hamptons at the Drummond estate. Elegance. Wealth. Youth. Success. Who doesn't love a masquerade party in a mansion by the ocean? I love everything about this story - the setting, the characters, the imagery, the dialogue. It's totally fab, and I'm standing right there in the room. You have a way of sneaking unexpected sexy things into traditionally sexy settings. Here, it's interracial sex, and it's sizzling. Max is a darling; a little preoccupied with photography, but c'mon - that's his job. And Alene finally figures it out.

I've got a vivid view of the dress in my mind; a perfect picture of Max's cream coated member. This is passion and love and a little taboo, with a nice taste of personal history for character development. The pace and flow are excellent and the ending is superb. Romance at it's finest and among the elite. Fireworks! Magnificent.

Sun, January 23rd, 2022 5:48am


You are right that you have commented on this story before because she made mention of the brother being a dork and what else would the couple be up to in a room they shouldn't be caught in?

Anywhoo, I don't mind seeing another comment on this piece by you, and appreciate your willingness to share another. You are kind as always concerning my story pieces, and I love knowing your thoughts even on the second time around. Thanks again! :)

Sun, January 30th, 2022 2:11pm

Joseph Wicke

Very awesome sexy story Amy! I'd love to stay in that mansion. Wicked job.

Thu, January 27th, 2022 3:07am


Hey, JW! I hope you're having a wicked new year so far! Thanks for having a read of one of my seasonal pieces and sharing your thoughts. Love and romance are my favorites, especially when there is a little naughty mixed in. :)

Sun, January 30th, 2022 3:15pm

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