Taboo Tales | Erotica Short Stories

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Jeremy sank onto the metal and upholstered seat, his black-rimmed spectacles slipping down his nose while he observed the hordes of holiday travelers.

It was the New Year, and despite the heavy snow outside, the airport resembled a busy supermarket. He was sure these people were all taking a last-minute flight back to work, just like him.

His energy was depleted entirely today. As a software engineer for a social media company, he had no downtime. Although he had gone home for Christmas, he was working the whole time, and and didn't stop till the last minute before going straight to the airport.

With a heavy sigh, he took out his phone.

A perfect way to kill time.

He opened an app, but then his feed was swamped with endless updates about how everyone was still on holidays, celebrating.

Pictures of friends with their girlfriends popped up, and suddenly, his mood turned sour. It reminded him that he was single and alone.

He wasn’t ugly— just average. Nearly six feet tall, regular build, black hair, blue eyes hidden behind his thick glasses...and between being too busy and too shy to approach a girl, Jeremy found it hard to make a romantic connection. In fact, at 25, he had never had a girlfriend before.

Mindlessly, he continued to scroll through, envious of his friends’ seemingly perfect lives, but he was interrupted when an unknown number flashed on his screen.

He hesitated, thinking it was probably just another spam call, but eventually, out of boredom, he decided to answer it.

“Hello?” He adjusted in his seat, expecting to hear a sales pitch.

“Hey, hun…” A woman’s honey-laced voice replied from the other end of the line.

Jeremy’s brow furrowed. Hun? Only his grandmother called him that.

“Uh, hello?”

“Playing coy are we?” A sharp edged voice echoed. “It’s Lacey, silly.”

Understanding dawned on him.

Lacey was his stepbrother’s hot girlfriend, but as luck would have it, she was also the girl he had a major crush on.

She must have dialed the wrong number.

He opened his mouth to correct her, then paused. Did he actually want to correct her?

His heart wanted to go with the flow, but his mind was scolding him. What if she realised later that she was talking to him? That would be incredibly awkward. And what would his stepbrother do if he found out?

“What’s wrong with you?”

There was a heavy pause. “I’ve missed you, honey bear.”

Jeremy cringed at the pet name but forced a laugh. But before he could say anything more, she continued, “Tell me what you’ll do when I get home?”

What the heck?

He was tempted to cut the call. Then he realized, again out of boredom, that maybe this was his opportunity to experience living like his hunk stepbrother? After all, it was the new year. Maybe he should stop being too predictable and start living on the edge?

They live in separate states, anyway. He wouldn't be able to do much damage even if he found out.

He cleared his throat, trying to sound as manly as his stepbrother, and whispered, “I’ll kiss you all over.”

Lacey giggled. “With or without clothes?”

His cock jerked to life, and he became very aware of his body heating up and getting aroused. Blushing, he looked around to see if anyone was looking, but no one seemed to notice.

“I miss you...I miss your cum in my mouth,” she whispered, her voice low yet full of anticipation. “Take off my panties. I'm already so wet for you…”

He nearly fell from his seat. The image she planted in his mind made it impossible to resist. He was talking dirty with a girl he could only dream about. It felt surreal.

His vision turned blurry, and his heart raced faster with anticipation.

It was his first time doing something like this, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying it.

The feeling was exhilarating.

“Yes… that’s right, take them off,” she urged breathlessly. “Rip them off…”

Jeremy got to his feet and began to scan the airport. If he was going to do this call, he needed to be in a place a little more…private.

“I’m going to spread my legs...lick me.”

He ran to the bathroom, bumping into people in his haste.

“Oh god!” she gasped.

He found an empty cubicle and rolled his luggage in as fast as lightning. Then he locked the door behind him.

“Ahhh…there, right there…”

With trembling fingers, he lowered his zip and freed his erection. It sprung to attention. He was already hard.

“Hun… don’t stop.”

Slowly, he reached for his warm cock and it throbbed against his palm. The touch was enough to make him groan, but he suppressed it, clenching his jaw instead.

Lacey moaned into the phone. He squeezed his cock tightly.

She panted, and her breaths came in short gasps. Every time she exhaled, the air echoed through the earpiece, and a tingling sensation traveled down his spine, straight to his cock.

“What do you want me to do?” The words were out before he could control them; his voice was thick with lust and unrecognizable even to his own ears.

The world around him swirled, and all the background noise faded into the distance. He leaned against the cubicle for support. The feeling was maddening.

“Fuck me, hun… don’t hold back.”

His hand moved faster; arm muscles tightened and strained, and every nerve in his body came to life.

“Ahh, that’s it. Keep going, harder... hun…harder.”

“Fuck!” His breath came in sharp gasps, and hearing her moans drove him wild.

He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, imagining the blonde, busty woman lying on his bed, her legs spread wide and her fingers tracing every curve of her body. Sweat glistened on her skin, her eyes closed, and her mouth slightly open as she let out soft moans.

“Holy fuck!” A low growl rumbled deep in his chest as he struggled to contain his lust. His body was tense with desire, and every nerve was on fire with desperation. He was incredibly aroused.

As his strokes got faster, his breathing became shallow, and his hips involuntarily jerked forward with each stroke.

All his muscles tightened, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. The intensity of pleasure grew with each frantic move until, finally, his vision went black.

“Ahhh…” her moans echoed, and he was not seeing anything else. The urge to touch her, lick her dry, run his tongue over her body, and taste the saltiness of her sweat and the sweetness of her juices completely consumed his mind.

“Ahhh…right there, fuck! Blow your load inside me, hun…”

Then her voice faded away, replaced by the slick and squelching sound of her hand moving against her skin, fingers sliding in and out as she pleasured herself.

“Ahhhh!” A muffled cry slipped out, followed by a deep, guttural moan, flooding his senses.

Unable to control himself, he stroked faster.

Harder.

He was panting heavily now, and with one final stroke, his release hit like a tidal wave, his body convulsing as hot liquid shot out of him, splattering in burst onto the cubicle walls.

The intensity left him gasping for air.

‘Attention passengers of Flight 417 for Boston. Please proceed to Gate 52; your flight is ready for boarding. Flight 417 for Boston to Gate 52, please. Thank you.’

“Oh shit!”