Erotica (the collected works of Amelie) by Amelie

Author:Amelie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotica, erotic, sex, sexy, hot, short stories, threesomes, f/f, m/f, romance, romantic, paris, xxx, Amelie
Publisher: e-ROTICA
Published: 2013-06-20T16:00:00+00:00

Hen Nights

for the men and women in my life

The limo was pink and stretched from Penny’s terraced house at number 15 to the door of number 25.

10 women emerged in procession from Penny’s and danced their way into the car. The chauffeur held open the passenger door, his cap tilted to one side, his tie slightly crooked and his sleeveless shirt revealing the tight lines of his enormous biceps. He smiled at each of them in turn and did a fine job of looking sultry and available as he did so.

The hen party wore their uniform with pride, the Penny’s Henny tee shirts tight across their chests, the gold and silver deely-boppers bouncing as they skipped, the shorts practically non-existent and the high heels a bugger to walk on.

There were cries and whoops as they got into their seats, leather and soft and fit for far more regal behinds than their own.

Polly popped open the champagne. Jenny pinched the chauffeur’s ass and decided that she’d like to do a further inspection of his rock-hard buttocks later on in the evening. Liz and Pepsi giggled as they carried each other along, already too pissed to walk unassisted. Marge adjusted her bra cups so that it didn’t look like she had muffin-top tits. Anne and Shirley looked at each other and touched hands when they thought nobody could see them. Peaches gave the chauffeur a full on snog on the lips when she went past, determined to better Jenny and leaving the driver looking like a clown with his new lipstick face; her parting shot was a tiny lick of his lips to make sure he understood what might be on offer. Uma sucked on her cigarette so hard that it was almost done in the one puff. And Penny?

Penny watched on and wondered how the hell she was going to survive the evening without it turning into an utter disaster. She wanted to bite her nails, but she’d had them fixed on earlier and didn’t fancy wasting the money she’d spent. Instead, she pulled her long, black hair back from her face and hobbled along in her 4 inch heals with her ass swishing from side to side in a manner that gave her elderly mother palpitations as she waved them all off from behind the net curtains of home.

As the driver pulled off, there were more whoops and cheers from the rear.

Champagne corks popped, cocktails flowed and Uma stuck out of the window so she could finish her cigarette.

After two hours of circling Newcastle City Centre with the music turned to full blast and the women taking it in turns to stand out through the sunroof so that they could shout at any fit men they happened to pass, they finally arrived at Duncan’s Bar.

The procession from the car to the club had all the energy of a carnival and filled the night with the scents of a heady mixture of perfumes.

Peaches had made it her mission to be the last in the line.

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