Smut Marathon 2013: Round 6

Seven writers remained of the fifteen who started out in the first round of the Smut Marathon II and I am thankful and happy to say that I was one of the seven remaining writers. Thanks for all who have voted for my story, even though there was a tiny mishap with it in the previous round.

Our next challenge for round 6 was as follows:

Where do we find inspiration? I like to say that I see sex everywhere I go. (I don’t just like to say this because the words feel good in my mouth. I say this because it’s true.) So here is your assignment. Look out the window—I don’t care what window. Any window. Anywhere. And see sex.

That accomplished, write me a piece up to 500 words that describes an erotic scene featuring a window. Here are my caveats—no underage, no incest, no bestiality, no non-consensual. Also, please watch yourself for safety issues. I try to maintain a BDSM-safe zone on the blog, so if you’re writing kink, double-check that the players are following common sense.

I received this challenge just as our vacation was over and we had to return to work. At the same time the weather changed from sunny weather to some cooler autumn weather. I tend to daydream a lot more in warmer weather than when it’s colder. Sitting on the couch, looking out the big window in the front of our house, I tried to think of sex. That was not hard at all, but I just could not come up with any inspiration of what to write. Sitting at my work, looking out the window, nothing came to me either. Maybe because my colleagues interrupted me too much. We have inside windows too and I even attempted to write a story about having sex with myself at my desk, but the story just did not have the feel I wanted to give it.

Then, one afternoon in my car, on my way home in the traffic jam I looked out the side window and… snap! A window!

This was my story for round 6:

Open Windows

Leaving the one highway to get onto another, the nose of her car turned into the direction of her hometown. Just as she thought about almost being home, the warning signs above the highway flashed on. It announced a delay of at least half an hour.
“No!” Emma said out loud, “I want to go home!”
In front of her the cars were driving slower and stopped. Emma opened the windows and turned the key in the ignition to switch off her car.

She looked at the cars around her, her head leaning against the head rest. Young men in a car next to her were boasting about their sex lives. Something stirred inside her. Stuck on the highway in the heat of her car, horny feelings surged through her body. Absentmindedly she ran her hand over her breast. She briefly closed her eyes. A sound startled her. Emma opened her eyes and gasped. Two intense bright blue eyes watched her from the window on the passenger’s side.
“Me thinks the lady is horny,” the man said with an unfamiliar accent. His huge smile put her at ease as he continued talking, “it’s very normal for this kinda weather, ya’know?”

Emma blushed. He looked at her hand still resting on her breast. She moved it away.
“Please don’t,” the attractive man spoke again, “I love when a lady touches herself. Ya’all know best where your special spots are.”
He winks. Mesmerized Emma moved her hand back to her breast.
“That’s it lady,” he urged, “that’s it. Just let go. Let the heat lead ya.”
His eyes moved to the hem of her short skirt.

“Just let the heat lead ya,” he repeated.
Emma’s slowly pulled her skirt up.
“That’s it lady,” he said, “go with the heat.”
His voice was hypnotizing. With lust in his eyes he looked from her face to her crotch, where her fingers were now lightly touching her pussy.

“Slip ya’finger inside, lady,” he urged.
Emma dipped into her wetness.
“Tease that pussy, make it purrrrrr for me,” he smiled.
Emma shivered with delight and anticipation. Her body was on fire. She was unaware of her surroundings.

She touched her clitoris.
“Ah yes, ya’lil’button…” he sighed, his eyes fixed on the movement of her hands, “such a nice pussy you have. Just move those fingers, lady. Show me. Let go.”
Emma’s breathing became heavier. Her fingers moved faster.
“Let go, lil’ sex-a-lady,” he whispered, “just let go. Cum. Cum. Release your heat. Cum, sex-a-lady.”

Emma suppressed a moan when she climaxed. Wetness pooled beneath her. Bright blue eyes rested on her face. He smiled.
“Thank you, lil’one, for making my day,” he said, saluted and walked away. He got into the truck in the lane next to her. His head appeared in the frame of the open window. He blew her a kiss, turned his head away. His truck roared to life. Only then Emma realized that traffic had started moving again.

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All entries had to be in on 26 September and voting started on 27 September. Voting closed on Sunday 29 September. It was an incredible tight race and I watched as the voting continued, wondering whether I would make it through to the next round or not. At a stage during my Sunday afternoon, I just could not check anymore. I decided to wait for Alison’s post the next day, in which she would announce who has won and who has to leave the race. When I returned home on Monday evening, I had an email from Alison and in it was our next challenge. I was through to the next round. I am one of the five remaining authors in the marathon. Yayyyy!

Thanks for all who have voted. I really appreciate it :)

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