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  COCO LEFÈVRE

  OUT OF THE BOX

  AN EROTIC SHORT

  This iѕ a wоrk оf fiction. Names, character, places аnd inсidеntѕ аrе еithеr thе рrоduсt оf thе аuthоr’ѕ imаginаtiоn or are used fiсtitiоuѕlу, and аnу rеѕеmblаnсе to actual реrѕоnѕ, living оr dеаd, business establishments, еvеntѕ оr locales iѕ entirely coincidental.

  This book is intended solely for audiences 18+.

  All characters all over 21.

  @ Copyright 2019 by Coco Lefèvre

  All right reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner.

  First edition 2019

  PROLOGUE

  Harriett wasn’t listening to her friend, Amy. They were both in the company cafe, each of them used to the routine of pouring each other a cup of coffee every morning before resuming in their offices. For the past eight years that she had worked as a content director in Pensworth Inc, Harriett thought she would never have a cause to be sad. She had gotten such a respectful job position as a young woman and everything else had fallen at her feet. She had a nice apartment now, the car she had always dreamt of, and of course she had Amy, her best friend who kept her company all the time. So, why wasn’t she listening to anyone these past few days? Why was it so damn hard to have her ears where her heart was?

  “Harriett, are you listening at all?”

  She had been caught. Harriett heaved a long breath and turned to her friend.

  “You have been turning that coffee with the teaspoon since you poured yourself a cup.” Amy was saying. “You didn’t even laugh when I called Brad a dick. I thought you hated him?”

  Harriett had to blink twice to get her wits. Who was Brad again?

  “Brad!” Amy said, as if she could read her mind. “He is that dimwit downstairs who wouldn’t stop staring at your butt when you walk by his office to the elevator!”

  “Oh.” Harriett whispered. She remembered Brad now, and yet she wasn’t too excited about insulting him. What was wrong with her?

  “What is it, Harriett? Is everything okay?”

  She sighed again. She had really hoped someone was going to ask her that question for days. Her mother had asked on the phone yesterday night and she couldn’t even bring herself to explain that she constantly felt a hole in her heart that needed to be filled with something – anything.

  “I think I am tired.” she told Amy without thinking.

  Amy frowned at her. “Tired?” she said. “It is just eight in the morning.”

  “Not tired tired.” she told her friend. “I meant being bored with everything. I—I am fed up of doing the same thing I have been doing for the past eight years. I don’t want to drink coffee every morning anymore, I don’t want to go home with my hands in the pockets of my jacket, and then spend my night stroking Mrs. Morrison until she and I drift off to sleep. I am tired of doing all these.”

  She hadn’t noticed it but tears had welled up in her eyes. Seeing these, Amy had dropped her coffee and had wrapped her arms around her. “I never knew you weren’t really happy with things.” she said. “I could have—I could have....”

  Though the rest of her words died within her, Amy’s compassion for her was obvious. Harriett closed her eyes and let their hug go on for as long as it could. When she was sure she had controlled the tears from rolling down her cheeks, she stepped backward from her friend. Neither of them said anything for a while.

  “I think you should take time off.” Amy said.

  “Time....”

  “A vacation – anything.” Amy interrupted. “I am sure the company director would approve without blinking. You haven’t had time away from the company even before I was employed.”

  “I don’t need a vacation....” Harriett whispered but once again, Amy interrupted her with the words: “You do, Harriett. You can try something, be someone else. You can do everything you wanna do with all the free vacation time you get.”

  Harriett clasped her lips shut. She thought about waking up every morning for a few weeks, without having to think of going to work. What was she going to do with all her time?

  “You could meet a man.” Amy said out of the blue.

  “I already have a man.” Harriett argued.

  “I don’t mean Jamie, your boyfriend.” Amy hissed. “I mean there are lots of other men who stare at you every place you go to. I know Jamie doesn’t do that anymore, at least the way you want. Make a man lust after you for a change, Harriett, and then....”

  Lust after you....Harriett wasn’t listening anymore. She was lost in a confused thought of the effects that she could have on another man. She was in a relationship, or had been for two years now, but it had been so long she had spent time with any man that really wanted her. Jamie would spend few hours with her in a week and wouldn’t even touch her until she asked him to....often times, until she stripped herself naked and begged him to make love to her. The prospect of having a man beg her instead while she didn’t have to worry about things like work surprisingly thrilled her. She glanced at Amy as she continued to suggest more things that she could do on a vacation and a smile dotted her face as she really considered each one.

  She was going to step out of the box she had contentedly lived in for the past eight years.

  CHAPTER ONE

  “You have got to make sure the water isn’t going through your nose and down your throat. Keep that mouth closed before you dip your head into the water, and stop wiggling your butts, Miss Tomas! I can assure you no one’s watching!”

  Harriett joined in as laughter echoed loudly in the swimming hall. Their swimming coach, a rather impeccable man in his mid-fifties, yelled again as another trainee forgot to flip her legs the way he had instructed. He frowned at the other trainees who laughed at every turn and then pointed to the group Harriett was part of. “You want to jump into the water now and practice before your turn, aye?” he said and everyone shook their heads, though stifling back laughter. There was no way to stay a few feet from the man without being tempted to laugh at the way he bossed everyone. He did a very good job, doing that though.

  As soon as he turned away, Harriett slowly inched away from her group, intending to get herself a bottle of water from the fridge in the hallway. As she stepped out of the hall, she thought about how the past few days had been quite refreshing and interesting for her. First, Amy was right. She had been given three weeks off immediately she asked for a vacation and that had come with a company stipend too. Mrs. Jackson, the director, seemed to have been impressed with her work throughout the years and had even said the words, “Do well to have fun, Mrs. Hamilton,” before letting her out of her office.

  Fun. It had been everything she had been having since her vacation had begun. She had visited all the restaurants she had always wanted to visit in the city. More so, she had spent some time in the cinema and at the fancy fair in the middle of the city. Joining a swimming training had been Amy’s idea and she had taken it. It was her fourth day in the swimming hall and she had to admit that having to stretch her muscles and laugh a few times in the evening was a whole new experience for her.

  “Hi there!”

  Speaking of new experiences, there was John Hopkins too. She had run into him twice in the hallway in the past few days and it had become a habit to always come across him whenever she was out getting some water. Or perhaps he was always following her – there was that too.

  “Hello John.” she replied, turning to smile at him. He was stepping towards her from the men’s changing room. As usual, he looked stunning, dressed in shorts and a jersey and of course, having a smug smile on his handsome face.

  “I thought that was you.” he said, smili
ng and pointing to the fridge behind her. “Here to get that bottle water again?”

  “Of course.” she told him.

  He nodded and inched forward to retrieve one from the fridge for her. “Then here you go.” he said, giving it to her.

  His fingers grazed hers as she collected it from him and for a second, she felt an awkward shiver running up her thighs. She bit her lips at him and waited....waited for what exactly?

  “You know, I always walk down the hall, hoping to run into you.”

  She blinked. “You do?”

  “Oh well, that was after the first time.” he said. “I couldn’t resist having that happen again.”

  He took a step towards her and she forced a smile at him. “And I guess you have succeeded twice now.”

  “Yes. Indeed I have.” he exhaled. “It is better here than in the hall there, where Coach is yelling his ass out at us, and cracking us up at the same time.”

  “What—what is better here?” Harriett whispered, noticing that he had gotten so close; she could feel his warm breath on her face. His deep brown eyes stared intently into hers too and she could have sworn that her knees went weak just by staring back at them.

  “You know what is better.” he insisted and before she could argue that she didn’t, he lowered his head and smashed his lips against hers.

  His lips were soft, gentle and demanding. He drew breath from her lungs and slowly pushed her backward until her back was against the wall. Instinctively, Harriett placed her palms on his chest. She intended to push him away but the rising heat in her loins wouldn’t let her. He had begun to kiss her raucously too and all she could do was let him; let his lust become one with hers until they were both moaning into each other’s mouth and were grinding their bodies against each other.

  Eventually, he broke off the kiss, his hands clutching tight to her waist as he tried to control his breath. Harriett closed her eyes too and listened to the fast beat of her heart. It had happened so fast; she hadn’t even thought there was ever going to be anything so intimate between them ever since they ran into each other three days ago.

  “Harriett?” he whispered and she opened her eyes to stare into his. “Do you mind going home with me after your swimming training?”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Harriett didn’t mutter a word the entire time he drove her to his home. She thought about Jamie – about the only man she had ever been with the past three years – and how he had initially loved and adored her with all his heart. Everything had changed since he started his small firm and had spent more time at work with Lynda, his personal assistant, than with her. There had been rumours that he was having sex with Lynda but Jamie insisted that they weren’t every time she asked him. Nonetheless, he wasn’t sexually interested in her anymore – it was always obvious with the way he wouldn’t even look at her, despite how sexily she dressed – and she wondered why he hadn’t broken up with her yet. It was a matter of time and she couldn’t count all the time she had met with him in a restaurant or in her home, preparing herself for heartbreak.

  “We are here.”

  She quietly slipped out of her thoughts as John stopped the car in front of a large house. They had earlier driven into the suburbs of the city but she hadn’t expected that he would be driving her into a large estate. “This is home?” she quietly asked him.

  “Yes.” he said, staring passionately at her. He was quiet for a few seconds before he said, “You don’t look too sure about this.”

  She shook her head at him. “I am not.”

  “Then why agree to come?” he asked.

  She shook her head again. Truthfully, she had no answer to that. When John noticed that she said nothing, he reached out for her hand and let his fingers graze the edges of her soft skin. “I can drive you home instead.” he said.

  “No.” Harriett said.

  “No?”

  “No.” she insisted.

  He smiled and nodded to show that he understood her resolve. He stepped out of the car afterwards and she followed him. For the next minutes that he stepped up the stairs unto his front porch and then slid into his home, she let her mind wander off with the thought of Jamie again. The relationship she had with her boyfriend hadn’t started this way. In fact, they had both spent a long time getting to know each other before having sex. But here she was, wasn’t she? It was obvious what was to come once she stepped into John’s bedroom.

  “You want a drink?”

  She blinked twice to get her mind back to the present. They had both stepped through the door and were in the sitting room. John was behind a slab and was trying to fix himself a drink. “Wine.” she told him and he nodded, pouring her a glass.

  Once he was done, he approached her with the glass, sipping from his cup as well.

  “Thank you.” she told him and he nodded, staring quietly at her.

  Nervous, Harriett placed the glass on her lips and downed half of the liquid in it with a single gulp. She closed her eyes afterwards and wished the evening to go on faster than it already is.

  She felt his warm breath on her face again and figured that he had stepped close to her. By the time she opened her eyes, he had held her waist and was staring seductively into her eyes.

  “Do you know what you are doing?” he asked.

  “No.” she muttered truthfully.

  “Neither do I.” he said before kissing her.

  Harriett felt the wine glass slipping from her hand and dropping to the floor. His lips were hungry for hers this time around. He nibbled every inch of her lower lips and then tasted the insides of her mouth with his tongue. When he stopped kissing her lips, he inched lower to trace the length of her neck and shoulder with more kisses.

  Harriett moaned softly and melted against him. She let his hands caress her waist and abdomen and she purred like a cat when his hand slid up her dress to cup her left breast.

  He was good and his touch drove her nuts. Slowly, he slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders and dropped more kisses down her arms. When her dress fell to the floor, followed by her bra, Harriett knew there was no going back. She closed her eyes and let out a short sigh as his lips found her taut nipples. He sucked slowly at first and then began to nibble raucously until her fingers were buried in his hair and she was groaning like a famished hound.

  “More,” she whispered. “I want more.”

  Of course, she did, and certainly, he understood her. He lifted her off her feet eventually and slowly placed her unto the nearest sofa. Afterwards, he widened her legs, placed his head between them and lowered his lips unto her dripping wet clit.

  “Oh God!”

  She had looked forward to a quick sex between them but his lips on her pussy instantly changed her mind. He sucked her clit hungrily, driving her nuts, and then proceeded to tease the opening of her hole with his tongue. His index finger slid into her too and for a while, Harriett felt her body warming up with the heat of his passion. Her vision became cloudy while her thighs shook on their own, almost weakening her bones.

  “Oh God! More!” she moaned again.

  She had never felt this way, especially with a man she hardly knew. She let her eyes focus on the ceiling above them as he ate her pussy all he wanted and then began to finger her deeply. Breathing became hard for her but nothing else mattered but the climax that had begun to reach its peak inside of her. Instinctively, she held John’s head and pulled him up to lay atop her. He grinned down at her, smashed his lips against hers and then slowly slid his cock between her eager thighs.

  “Oh my...!”

  Words failed her. Harriett closed her eyes and let the feeling of the weight of his cock inside her take over the rest of her emotions. He dug out slowly and was quickly inside her again. And with each thrust that followed, she felt her body reaching its peak.

  “I am cumming!” she yelled a minute before her body convulsed with her climax. Her vision became misty while her entire lower body froze beneath John’s.

 
; “Oh no, not yet.” Harry was groaning. He thrust nonstop inside her and continuously groaned out the words, “Not yet”.

  She heard him chuckle as he withdrew his cock and she opened her eyes to see him inching away from the sofa. He pulled her up until she was sitting in front of him, his rigid cock only a few inches from her lips.

  “Suck it.” he said. “Make me cum as I have you.”

  She nodded. She shoved a finger into her own pussy and pulled his cock into her mouth with her other hand. She sucked hard, loving the taste of her cum on his cock and of course, getting more aroused as her fingers dug deeper into her squirming pussy.

  “Yes.” John groaned. “Close to it. Fucking close to it!”

  She squeezed his balls just to watch him flinch with the weight of his rippling climax. She felt his dick harden in her mouth before he held her head and began to fuck her mouth as if his life depended on it.

  “I am fucking cumming!” he yelled, ripping her mouth wide with his rigid cock. Just when she thought he wasn’t ever going to stop, he shoved his dick out of her mouth and shot everything he had all over her face.

  Harriett came for the second time. She felt his cum dripping down her face at the same time that her thighs tickled with drops of her own cum. John was breathing hard. He staggered backward from her and sat on the chair a few steps from the sofa.

  “I have a boyfriend.” she muttered out of the blue.

  She couldn’t clearly see his face in the dimly lit sitting room but she noticed she could no longer hear his loud breath. It was as if he had frozen on his chair.

  “I am sorry. I know it isn’t wise to mention that, judging what had just happened but I....”

  “You don’t have to apologise.” he finally whispered. He stood and slowly stepped towards her, the dim light above them settling on his face to reveal a loving smile. “I am no saint either.” he said.

  She frowned confusedly at him and he slowly stroked his cock in response. “I am married.” he whispered before leaning towards her and burying his cock deep inside her again.