Waterlines 18

Warning: these three stories are for over-18s only and contain elements which some people may find offensive. If you aren't interested in watersports (golden showers), or oral sex - or aren't remotely curious - then please don't buy or read this book.

Desperate Times (3,580 words)
Danielle badly needs to visit the restroom, but the nearest one's occupied. What can she do? As a result of her action - done in the heat of the moment - she finds herself blackmailed by Jeff, her nasty 'ex'. How can she extricate herself from this intimate and embarrassing predicament?

In the Beach Hut (2,780 words)
Kathy borrows her cousin's beach hut at the seaside while on a date with Bob. Caught in the heavy rain, and comparative strangers, they find themselves thrown together into a situation where they become very close... in both senses of the word. And then, at a critical moment, (spoiler alert!) there's a surprise visitor....

A Churchyard Birthday (3,690 words)
Steve takes a detour through a churchyard on the way home and sees a woman behaving in an extremely gross manner. Explaining her actions to him, she invites him home for afternoon tea and... a few provocative extras which he'll remember for years ahead. But things are not what they seem; has he been duped?

SPECIMEN EXTRACT:
We’d met at a dance three weeks before; the two dates we’d had since then comprised dinner at restaurants and subsequent trips to the theatre – a shared interest. We hadn’t held each other for more than a few seconds since the dance night. And now, here we were, alone together and contemplating dancing in our underwear.
I found a radio station offering suitable music which we could use, and we began cavorting to a fast number by the Rolling Stones. Arms were flailing around the room and we kept a distance from each other in case of accidental injury. I observed that the energy he had expended had soon banished his erection. But our wild dance came to an end in less than a minute and the radio DJ followed with a slow, smoochy ballad. Bob held me close; it didn’t take long for our bodies to warm up in the body contact. We said nothing as we moved slowly in each other’s arms.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
I looked at him quizzically for a moment, and then realised he had grown hard again and his new erection had brushed lightly against me. I felt flattered that I had induced this desire in him, although I had no plans to encourage him further. He kissed me briefly on the cheek, but I didn’t respond; I had no wish to rush our relationship. If it was going anywhere, I’d decided, we’d allow it to develop at a leisurely pace. Then we could feel more confident about our future together.
Less than a minute later, the music stopped. There was a scheduled news broadcast.
“We don’t want to listen to that,” I said as I reached across to switch off the radio. “It’s the weekend.”
“So what do you want to do now?” he asked. “It’s still pouring with rain outside.”
“We could talk, I suppose. We still don’t know a great deal about each other. When we’ve been out together, it hasn’t always been in the environment when we can talk. We’ve always had to sit in silence at the theatre – and when we’ve been in restaurants, you never know who might be listening.”
“Yet I feel we’ve learned more about each other in the last twenty minutes than in the rest of the time we’ve spent dating.”
“Why? Because I’ve seen your erection and you’ve seen my... cleavage?” I pointed to my bra.
“Are you embarrassed about it?”
“Maybe I was at first. But not now. I’m sure you’ve been in more intimate situations than this before now.”
“Perhaps. But I don’t think this is the time or place for us to delve into each other’s sex histories.”
“Are you hiding a secret about your past life, Bob?”