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  The umpire's voice echoed through the speaker system. “Thirty love.”

  Disappointment murmured through parts of the crowd, but for the most part they were as disinterested in the lacklustre game as Katrin was. Not that she was there for the tennis anyway. She just loved coming to these events so that she could people watch, enjoy the rare English sunshine and take a day out.

  Tennis players were usually cute, too, so that helped.

  The click of plastic and a quiet slurp drew her attention. Beside her, a couple of empty seats away, a woman in her late thirties was absently mashing together strawberries and cream into a swirling, red-and-white striped mess, then sucking on spoonfuls of the mush while she watched the game. Her hat quivered in the breeze, but her head remained still, and Katrin imagined a metal pole where her spine should be, holding her upright, unable to bend.

  She would have laughed, if it weren't for the mess the woman was making of her dessert. That made her feel sick.

  Taking a deep breath to steady her stomach, she adjusted herself on the seat and folded one leg over the other. Denim shorts ended before they'd even begun, leaving the rest of her legs bare to be warmed by the sun and cooled by the breeze. She'd made the shorts herself from an old pair of jeans, and even the white cotton of the pocket hung down lower than the frayed cut-off. That was the way that Katrin liked things to be. She would have been naked if it was socially acceptable to do so at a public tennis match.

  There was a squeal from the opposite direction. “Tara!” Giggling followed.

  Katrin was glad of the distraction. She turned her head and watched as two girls around her own age fell into each other with laughter. One, dark hair and tanned skin, wore a short dress covered in a pattern of strawberries. The other, as pale as a can of whipped cream, was holding an empty plastic bowl. The contents, it appeared, were in her friend's lap.

  “Oops.” The cream coloured one reached out a hand to scoop up what she could, but only ended up spreading it. Bits of fruit and splodges of cream splattered over tanned skin and the strawberry-patterned dress.

  Katrin snorted a laugh and folded an arm over herself so that she could surreptitiously turn to watch the spectacle, while most other people were politely avoiding staring.

  But there was something about Strawberry's reaction that didn't ring true. She sat, unmoving, while Creamy's hands worked, spreading the spilt dessert around rather than cleaning it up. She stared into Creamy's face, and wrapped an arm around her mid section. Did her fingers brush her friend's breast?

  As Katrin watched, Creamy's fingers slipped under the edge of Strawberry's dress. There was no need for it, the food hadn't reached there. Not yet anyway. Her hand was sticky with the stuff. Katrin could imagine it being spread around, over Strawberry's panties, around the edges and then under, against her skin.

  Katrin squirmed a little in her seat as she felt her pussy getting slick with her own excitement. The crowd gasped, and she took the opportunity to let out a little whimper.

  Creamy continued to work on her friend, her arm moving freely back and forth, while Strawberry let her mouth drop open and began to rock. A moment later she cried out.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, can I ask you to please remain silent while play is in progress.”

  A subdued cheer followed from the crowd. Had they noticed what was going on yet? Katrin took a moment to glance around at them, but it didn't look like anyone was paying attention. Another audible gasp of pleasure escaped Strawberry's lips, and Katrin snorted a laugh.

  Stawberry's eyes drifted over to look at Katrin. Her gaze was piercing, eyes as black as the depths of the ocean, adrift behind lids that were having difficulty staying open. She smiled, glossy lips widening so that the tip of her tongue could flick along them. Katrin felt her nipples hardening and took a deep breath, but didn't avert her eyes.

  Strawberry leaned in close to Creamy's ear, even while her friend's fingers still worked beneath the dress. Creamy tilted her head and they kissed, then Strawberry returned her gaze to Katrin.

  With a wink, she stood, and the pair made their way toward the exit.

  The invitation was obvious, and Katrin wasn't about to turn it down. She smoothed her T-shirt over her chest, flinching at the sensitivity of her nipples, and grabbed her purse as she stood, then followed the way the girls had gone. They were waiting for her outside the court, Strawberry still covered in a sticky mess of fruit and cream, Creamy grinning as she licked her fingers.

  The three of them linked arms in silence, laughing and smiling as they began walking away.

  “Wait,” Katrin said, holding them back. “Wait a moment.”

  “What is it?” Creamy said, working her fingers around Katrin's.

  A self-service kitchen was busy with people entering and leaving, each of them carrying little plastic bowls as they exited and laughed and walked together around the grounds. Katrin unlinked herself from her new friends and went inside.

  Suddenly she felt hungry for dessert.

  Poolside

  I hope you enjoy the following short, which is taken from my “Voices of Lust” collection. Get the whole collection for free from your favourite eBook retailer.

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  His shadow blocked out my sunlight.

  One moment I was lying back, relaxing, eyes closed – the heat of the sun warming my bare skin, bronzing me. Then all of a sudden it was gone. I didn’t open my eyes. I assumed that whoever it was would move on. But they didn’t.

  “Do you mind? You’re blocking my sun.”

  I opened my eyes and as they adjusted to the light –

  Fucking hell.

  He was gorgeous. No wonder he was blocking my light with shoulders like that. And so tall. He could have been a hundred miles away and he’d have still blocked out my light. Skin the colour of coconut shells and coarse dark hair over a bare chest. How I stopped my jaw from dropping open, I have no idea.

  “Apologies,” he said, and he had some sort of Eastern European accent but Jesus Christ who cares where he was from? “Is the seat taken?” He didn’t look at the lounger beside me, he was too busy staring at my boobs. My bare boobs. I could feel my nipples hardening and felt self conscious. But it was one of those situations – I was embarrassed to have them on display and I was embarrassed to make a move to cover them.

  I glanced across at the pool. Julie was still swimming up and down. She hadn’t noticed him, she wasn’t coming back to her seat any time soon. “Er, yeah, sure,” I said, and patted the seat like an imbecile, cringing inside even as I did it.

  Sunshades allow a certain level of anonymity. Nobody can really see where you’re looking. I took that opportunity and looked down his body. Toned. Definitely toned. Was he a bodybuilder? Maybe. He was wearing a pair of very tight swimming trunks and it was obvious that he was enjoying the view. His cock strained at the front, but he didn’t seem to care. He turned and dropped a towel onto the lounger beside me, then dropped himself onto it.

  There was a pop, then the sweet, sickly scent of sun lotion.

  “Your friend,” he said. “She is fit… keep fit?”

  “Julie?” I laughed. “Yes, much more than me.”

  “You are more for relaxing. Sunbathing.”

  I nodded. “Yep.”

  “You are very pretty.”

  I felt my stomach clench. I was about to thank him when –

  “Your friend is very pretty also.” The sun lotion squelched out of the tube. I turned and watched him slick it over his heavy chest. “Don’t you think so?”

  I laughed.

  “You don’t think she’s pretty?”

  I glanced over at Julie. Water splashed in her wake. “I guess so,” I said. “I wouldn’t really know.”

  “I think you do know.” He didn’t look at me. He continued applying lotion on his skin, then his hand slipped under the waistband of his trunks. It was only for a second but… did he just touch his cock? “Wouldn’t you like to touch her?”

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bsp; The thought flitted through my mind, quick as the shadow of a gull over the beach. I shifted uncomfortably on my lounger, took a deep breath.

  He laughed. It sounded like a lion stretching. “You should not feel embarrassed. You are both very beautiful.” He turned and looked at me, this time meeting my eyes. His smile was easy, his face relaxed. He was a little older than me but not much. Grey eyes.

  Why do I suddenly want to climb on top of him? Why do I want to fuck him right here, in full view of the hotel?

  He turned away. “Do you wonder what it would feel like?”

  I could feel my heart racing. “What?”

  “If she touched you. If she ran her fingers over your nipples.”

  He slipped his hand inside his trunks, and this time there was no doubt. It stayed there for a moment, massaging, then he pulled it away and let out a sigh. The breeze caressed my nipples. The way Julie might caress them.

  “I think you would like it if she did.”

  His hand slipped inside his trunks again. I tried to get comfortable, but my bikini briefs were sticking to my legs. It’s just sweat, I told myself, knowing that it was a lie. He continued masturbating as if it was completely normal. Anyone could walk past at any moment. We might not even hear them coming.

  “Think about her hand between your legs,” he said. “Her fingers against your lips.”

  My mouth was dry. I couldn’t have answered him, even if I had an answer to give. I glanced across at Julie. She was oblivious. She kicked off from the near end of the pool, gliding through the water. My hand drifted down over my stomach. The waistband of my briefs was tight. I slid my fingers underneath, found my pussy.

  “Her fingers, slick with your juices.”

  I masturbated, gasping as my fingertip rubbed against my clit then slipped inside my vagina.

  “Her laugh in your ear.”

  I could hear Julie’s high pitched laugh. Mischievous. I rocked on my lounger, the sound of it providing a beat for my movements.

  “Her small breasts rubbing against yours.”

  How did he know what she looked like? The thought only lasted for a moment. My head filled with lust and I closed my eyes. I didn’t hear his voice again. I masturbated, letting my fingers slide in and out, gasping, gulping, bleating. I didn’t care if anyone saw me or heard me. When I orgasmed it was like a blowtorch blasting over me. I gasped a few breaths, then opened my eyes.

  He was no longer there.

  As I calmed down I heard the splash of water as Julie pulled herself out of the pool. The pat of her feet over the tiles. I turned to look at her.

  “Could you pass my towel?” She ran a hand through her short hair. “I don’t want to drip on you.”

  I couldn’t help staring. She was pretty.

  A smile spread over her face, her eyes narrowing. “What?” She shivered as the breeze cooled on her wet skin.

  I took a breath. “Nothing,” I said, and passed her the towel.

  Voices of Lust

  Seven sensual tales of love and lust by erotica author Nicci Haydon. These are stories of the modern world, seen through the eyes of seven women who aren't afraid to indulge their fantasies. Stories of adultery and hidden desires, voyeurism and flames rekindled. Stories designed to be read in a single sitting, but that will stay with you long after the final word.

  Included in this collection:

  Anonymous

  Are They...?

  Blowy Day

  Peep Show

  Poolside

  Raising Interest

  Sisters, Sisters

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  About Nicci Haydon

  Nicci Haydon lives in rural England, where she spends most of her time writing. Her erotic and romantic fiction has appeared in adult publications and websites, as well as in anthologies. A vast and ever expanding collection of work is available for free at her personal website at niccihaydon.com, where you will also find announcements of new work, discount codes and giveaways.

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