Today’s Excerpt comes from my collection of stories Seasons of Blisse.

As the name suggests the stories all come from different seasons of the year and here is a little teaser from An Unorthodox Exercise

I walk into the waiting room, very late for my appointment, puffing and blowing. My hair is windswept and my cheeks rosy from exertion.

“Andre!” I shout, seeing him just inside the physio room.

“Hey, Katy.” His handsome face flowers into a smile. “I thought you’d forgotten about me.” A cheeky wink accompanies his comment

“Nearly,” I pant. “Sorry, I was so caught up in my latest story I totally forgot the time. I’ve run all the way here.”

I hadn’t really; I’d just hurried the last steps through the corridor whilst running my hands through my hair and pinching my cheeks, rushing past confused orderlies and patients alike.

“Well everyone else is gone, I was just going to pack up myself…but you’re here now. Let’s look at this wrist.”

“It’s feeling much better,” I tell him. “I don’t use the splint at all. It just gets in the way.”

“That is good.” He smiles as he leads me into an empty booth. I sit in the plastic chair and rest my hands on the table in front of me.

“Hang on a minute. I’m just going to lock the door. We should have all gone home by now, and I could get in trouble for seeing someone after the physio clinic is shut.”

“Oh, I don’t want to get you in trouble,” I emphatically exclaim.

“Don’t worry,” he says, “you won’t, but I’ll lock the door to be safe.”

“Okay, well if you’re sure,” I call after him, watching his buttocks swing as he walks. I here the clink, clunk of a key turning in a lock and soon Andre is back in the fabric cubical.

“We’ll have to roll up those sleeves, Katy.”

Andre pointed to the long sleeved magenta top I was wearing, the sleeves tightly cinched round my wrist.

“Oh, hell.” I exclaim. “I can’t roll this sleeve up, it’s too tight.” I pull and tug on the cotton material for emphasis. “I totally forgot I had it on.”

“Well…” Andre let the word roll out. I could almost hear the cogs spinning in his brain. “You’ll have to take the top off, then.”

“Yeah, I suppose I will.”

I hide my smile and slowly lift the top over my head, pulling it off my arms and away from my wrists. Carefully, I fold it and place it on the table, my hands on top of it.

Of course, I had on my latest purchase, a bra that I chose especially for this occasion. Deep, sensuous red in color with all lace panels, so you can see my breasts and nipples through the weave of the material.

It sculpts to my form perfectly, pushing up and out the heavy flesh of my bosom. It and the red lace full knickers to match cost me a small fortune, but I knew they would be worth every penny.

Pushing my arms straight out in front of me pulls my breasts closer together and pushes them up, spilling ever so slightly over the cup. Andre’s ragged breathing is clearly audible. The physio department, usually buzzing with activity, is now eerily quiet.

He clears his throat.

“Right, then.”

He sits on the bed next to me to do the same old exercises.

Normally the banter is flowing by now. Today, there is a sense of something about to happen and an erotic silence falls between us. I see his eyes wandering to my breasts, then darting back to my hands.

Our eyes meet once and he knows I see him looking. He squirms in the seat and firmly grasps my left wrist.

“You know the drill, Katy. If it hurts, just yell.”

I giggle at the weak joke, too loudly. It echoes around the room, then is eaten up by the silence.

Andre leans in and over my wrist, further than usual. I guess it is to try and get my breasts out of his line of vision.

A deep musk fills my senses. A sharp tang of eucalyptus and a deeper more masculine scent underlies it. Andre turns his head to me, obviously to say something and my body takes over. As soon as I see those pouty lips, I press my own to them. I feel his body tense with the surprise and I shut my eyes tight, almost holding my breath, hoping to the high heavens I haven’t misread the signs.

The touch of his lips is electric. My lips are on fire, prickly and lusting to move. I can’t press the kiss further until I know he wants it. The time drags on, our lips brushing together. I feel like crying; the torture of being so close but not sure if I am doing the right thing pulls at my guts.

Just as I contemplate pulling away and running out of the room, to hide myself away from the world for the next millennia, the pressure of Andre’s lips grow. His right hand moves up my naked arm still it rests upon my shoulder, the other hand coming round my body, gathering me close. My hands dislodge from the table, making it fall to the floor.

His lips part and press deeper into my own. I press back, my body elated and relieved, my hands snaking up his body to rest on his cheeks, pulling him harder into the kiss. I can feel a nerve pulsing under his skin. I can feel the tension running through his body, centring upon the place where our lips join.

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