Erotica one-shot

Rebeca comes home for holiday but she didn’t expect her fathers work colleague to also visit.

Passions erupt in a stormy night between Rebeca and Adam.

Rebeca

I looked outside my window as the car drove through the grand gate. My sister Olivia was next to me. ‘’Mom told me he decided at the last minute to visit. Dad invited him.’’

I crossed my arms in front of me. ‘’I thought this was going to be a family holiday. Finally, I took a vacation. And for what?’’

‘’You will barely even see him.’’ she reminded me.

I hated people over. Not like I lived here anymore but it was irritating to come home for a family holiday and having to spend it with dad’s friends.

And then he stepped out of the car… Adam Spencer. He looked… very different from the last time I saw him. His jaw had gotten sharper. His muscles peaked through his clothes, very straight posture. Broad shoulders.

He was thirty five while I was twenty five. I last saw him when I was nineteen. Even then he was always annoying me. Nagging me like I was his little sister.

I might have stared at him for a little too long when he looked up at the window. I kept standing there. Didn’t want to look like I was snooping. He brought his thumb to his mouth barely touching his lips and smirked while looking at me. He quickly dropped his stare and went over to hug my parents.

Olivia looked at me. ‘’We should probably go down to greet him,’’ she said, smoothing out her yellow summer dress. She at her middle school age liked visitors more than me.

Olivia ran ahead of me and stopped by my mother. ‘’My youngest joy, Olivia. She was quite young when you last saw her.’’ my mom said as Adam showered her in kind words.

They kept chatting, exchanging good words while I slowly made my way down. Only Adam’s eyes travel up to look at me. I couldn’t not give him a glance when he was watching me so carefully. Couldn’t make up what was so interesting about me

My dad spoke as he saw me. ‘’And our pride, Rebecca.’’

‘’Isn’t she a beauty,’’ he said smiling.

Only now I noticed how dressed up they all were while all I had was a plain V-neck sweater and bell bottom jeans with some heavy platform boots. I suppose it did show my shape in the most flattering way. And I definitely looked different than last time he was here. I started dressing more like a woman, tighter fitting clothes.

‘’I do believe that boys break their necks for this one,’’ Mom joked.

My golden brown hair must have done me a favor hiding a little redness from my cheeks.

My dad chuckled out. ‘’Thankfully I don’t have to worry about it. She is too focused on her career at the moment. Says she doesn’t have time for it,’’ he laughed out even though I didn’t think Adam had any business in my love life even if it was nonexistent.

Our maid walked up to us. ‘’Mr. Coleman, you have a call,’’ she said.

‘’I apologize, I have to take this but please feel free to explore,’’ dad said and left for his call.

Mom touched Adams’ shoulder excitedly. ‘’Let me prepare some tea for you.’’ she went away right away with Olivia by her side.

‘’That would be lovely!’’ Adam managed to say before she was completely gone.

He stopped right in front of me. He seemed a lot taller now. And bigger. Even my platform heels made me look up at him. ‘’You certainly grew up gorgeous Rebeca.’’ He roiled the r in my name.

‘’As if I was a child when you last saw me.’’ I cut back at him. Maybe not so mature of me.

‘’Ten year difference is a lot.’’ He smiled at me.

I clasped my hands behind my back, swaying a little. ‘’Yes, I noticed, you got old.’’ I cheekily said, I never liked him much. I never actually preferred his company even if it was a long time since I last saw him.

He chuckled at me. ‘’And you are just as feisty since last time.’’

It was a weird remark knowing that we never talked much. I didn’t really know much about him. I doubted he knew much about me.

They all went out for dinner, even took Olivia with them but I preferred to stay in.

The night slowly fell and it was raining heavily and a storm was raging on. Our maid and butler were curdled up each in their rooms. Everyone was out for dinner.

I was sitting near the window on the first floor by the front door. And I saw headlights behind the rain.

I waited to meet my parents but instead I saw Adam walk in. He walked right past me. It was impossible to see me, sitting right by the doors window. ‘’Hey!’’ I called out.

I must have startled him when he spun a little shocked. ‘’Are my parents arriving soon?’’ I asked.

He was all drenched from the weather. The floor under him became wet. ‘’They decided to continue their evening. Considering the storm they won’t return tonight.’’ He told me.

So much for me spending my vacation here.

He slowly neared me. ‘’What are you up to?’’ he asked me.

I raised up my phone. And went back to browsing. But as he left I looked at him leaving to go upstairs. My unenthusiastic tone must have boarded him. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t like him so much.

A while later I went to bed but woke up from a loud thud of thunder and I went over to turn on my night light but the electricity was out. I walked out of my room to find the butler. But instead I was met with Adam dressed in only sweatpants. His muscular chest was exposed to the dimly lit hallway where there were only our phone flashlights.

And suddenly I felt a little too exposed with my tiny silk shorts and spaghetti strap top.

He was holding a box in his hands. ‘’The electricity won’t be fixed until the storm settles down. But I brought you some candles,’’ he told me. ’’I doubted you’d be sleeping in the noise.

It was fair enough. I had disturbed sleep until now just by the heavy rain hitting my window.

So we slowly walked up to my room. He walked in and I closed my doors. Only now I realized he had a bottle of whiskey in his hands. ‘’Celebrating?’’ I asked.

He rested his phone on my table and opened the bottle taking a swing straight from the neck. He then looked at me and offered me the bottle. ‘’Though you’d like to join.’’

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad for me. I took the bottle while he lit up some candles all around.

The whiskey burned my throat but I knew I would ease up to it while drinking more.

He laid all the candles around to the point where our flashlights weren’t needed anymore. We each took a few more shots from the bottle.

I went over to sit on my bed and he joined, sitting next to me. ‘’You didn’t come to my mother’s celebration, two years ago.’’ He told me and this kind of threw me off.

‘’Didn’t think you’d notice.’’ I told him truthfully.

He chuckled at me. ‘’Why wouldn’t I?’’ he asked.

I shrug my shoulders. ‘’Didn’t think it was children included party.’’ I told him, hinting at our earlier conversation.

He laughed at me before drinking some more. ‘’You are not a child, Rebeca, not then nor now. Just a lot younger than me.’’

‘’Ah yes, why is an old man like you doing in a young girls company?’’ I teased him. But I doubted he would be in his middle life crisis, he looked way too fit and good to be unhappy of his age.

We were both draining the bottle. In a way of trying to outdrink one another.

‘’Do you not like company of older men?’’ he asked teasingly.

‘’Do you like company of younger woman?’’ I asked back. He didn’t answer me but looked down smiling.

I was starting to feel hazy but the bottle wasn’t even halfway done.

‘’I never thought you liked me much. You are my dad’s colleague,’’ I told him, answering his question as to why I didn’t attend the celebration. ‘’And at the time I was just your bosses daughter.’’

‘’Yes... you were. And I would never think I would ever be sitting here drinking whiskey,’’ he laughed out.

‘’it’s not so bad.’’

‘’I’m not complaining.’’

‘’I heard you got married,’’ I spoke up.

‘’And divorced,’’ he added. ‘’Recently.’’

‘’I’m sorry…’’ I felt bad for bringing it up.

‘’Don’t be,’’ he immediately said. ‘’She cheated.’’

I looked at him. How could anyone ever. He looked like a Greek god. Perfectly sculpted. ‘’My colleague must have pleased her better than I. Caught them fucking in our marriage bed.’’

I put my hand on top of his. ‘’That’s awful,’’ he quickly looked up at me when I rested my hands on his but I instantly removed it.

We stayed there for a moment quietly drinking but the question was just urging me. ‘’Did you love her.’’

He shook his head. ‘’I didn’t. I just thought it was time to settle down… since I couldn’t get the woman I wanted.’’

I decided to not question him on it.

‘’What about you?’’ he asked. ‘’You don’t date. You must have someone to spend your lonely nights with.’’

‘’I…’’ my throat suddenly got very dry as he was watching the side of my face. ‘’I don’t really have time for it. Guys are a lot of work.’’

‘’Why would you have to work for a guy?’’ he asked. ‘’I can’t believe a woman like you has lack of offers.’’

I looked at him with raised eyebrows. ‘’A woman like what?’’ I asked.

He chuckled. ‘’You know what I mean Rebecca.’’ He said instead, still my cheeks grew red. Thank god for the bad lighting. ‘’You could have a new man every week if you wanted to.’’

‘’It’s still time I have to put in time to go on dates and meet guys… it must be my fault for not even trying.’’

‘’You don’t have time for a quick fuck or you just don’t care for it?’’ he asked.

I was shocked at how easy he was asking me this.

I tried to not look at him but his eyes were so curiously watching me that it was impossible to not look back. I was afraid my face was too red now. ‘’I just… I just guess I don’t really date.’’ I said.

‘’Are one night stands not for you?’’ he asked.

I cleared my throat. ‘’Not very experienced in the field,’’ I tried to joke. ‘’I don’t do one night stands.’’

‘’Why not?’’ he asked.

‘’You seem awfully interested in my sex life.’’ I said, eyeing him. I couldn’t help but notice how he licked his bottom lip while thinking of the answer.

I quickly looked away. Goddamnit… he was dad’s colleague and friend.

‘’You are an artist right?’’ he asked me. I was a little shocked he knew that about me. ‘’Sex is art. Beautiful form of it. And I don’t know how people live without art.’’

‘’Maybe some people are just a little more needy of art than others.’’ I gave in to his metaphor.

He nodded. ‘’Fair, but the question stands. Where do you get your release, Rebeca? Do you ever touch yourself?’’ he asked and that made my stomach turn. I tried to mask my rapid breathing, but I failed.

And it almost looked like he leaned in a bit more, or maybe I was imagining. How could I not when the alcohol and dim light was making me.

‘’I don’t mean to put you on the spot… we are practically strangers. There is nothing you can say to me that can shock me. But I don’t think it should be something to be embarrassed about,’’

I cleared my throat. ‘’I do,’’ I gave into the temptation.

‘’What do you use?’’ he asked, pushing me even deeper. I didn’t know what I was feeling but I did know that I shouldn’t be feeling like that with him.

My lips parted in very quiet surprised gasp. ‘’Just… my fingers,’’ I said.

Something in his expression tightened. ‘’Do you never want something more?’’ he asked. ‘’The touch of other hands. Something to test your limits. Not be so safe?’’ His voice was very breathy. Smooth and velvety.

I thought it was a question but I wasn’t sure what to answer. Or how. Or if I should. Maybe the smartest thing would be for me to just run away while I could. But something told me that I didn’t want that.

He carefully looked at my lips and his hand reached up to my cheek. His touch made the hairs on my body stand, my skin shiver.

His thumb caressed my lower lip. My eyes were glued on his face and my fingers gripped my sheets. I didn’t dare to move. I wasn’t sure how far he wanted to go. What could he want from me… he was so much older than me, so much more experienced.

And then his thumb slipped through my lips and into my mouth. He slowly moved his finger and my tongue couldn’t help but move with it.

He leaned in and his breath came out as a stutter while looking at my mouth.

He licked his lips and swallowed hard. ‘’Show me how you touch yourself.’’