Scarlett & Oliver E-Book

Eva van Mayen

• Herausgeber: Der Neue Morgen - UW2
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 63

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

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Scarlett is a single mother and owner of a few jeans boutiques. She longs for a man. One day she meets Oliver, for whom she has a crush from the first moment. She summons up all her courage and seduces him. The two get along splendidly. Tingling eroticism and animalistic sex determine their togetherness from now on... Attention! +18! Detailed description of the erotic scenes.

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Scarlett&Oliver

An Erotic Lovestory

byEva van Mayen

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Title: Scarlett & Oliver

Author: Eva van Mayen

ISBN: 9783959248099

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Scarlett & Oliver

Scarlett & Oliver

Even hours ago, the sun had disappeared behind the horizon. Dark night. Spring. The smells of many broken flowers filled the balmy air.

She lay awake in her bed, as she often did, thinking about her future. A few months ago she had opened several jeans boutiques. Young people were rushing into her stores. Sometimes she did not know how to satisfy the high demand. As a child of the former German East, she responded immediately after the fall of communism to the need that she herself had always carried. Her business concept worked. Within a very short time, she hired many employees who now offered the goods for sale in her boutiques.

She was still young. A single mother of two girls. The girls, very bright, turned out well. They were about to attend high school. The girls' father had not cared for his former family for a long time. Sometimes they didn't even know where he was. The circumstances of the political turn had washed him far to the fringes of society.

She often thought wistfully of the old days, when they had strolled together, holding hands, through the larger towns in the area, fantasizing about what there might be in the stores. Back then, there was almost nothing. Especially not what young people wanted.

Nowadays, there was almost everything. She even profited from it very successfully. But her love had disappeared. And the tingling between her legs she made out with herself alone.

Sometimes, on weekends, she gave in to one or the other urgent man. She had one-night stands. However, they did not make her happy. As an Eastern woman, she was open-minded about her sexuality. She could talk about herself and her body. Knew what she particularly liked. But the men she had to choose from did not meet her expectations.

To buy new merchandise for her stores, she often had to go to West Germany. On these trips, she did not refrain from stopping by at an erotic store. After all, she was curious. She took one or the other small vibrator with her. When the tingling between her legs became too powerful, she held one of these small technical marvels to her pussy. And already she found quick satisfaction. And had her head free again for her educational tasks or for her boutiques.

Scarlett, as the young woman was called, usually slept with the window open. But since she couldn't sleep at the moment, she suddenly heard footsteps outside her house. She lived on the edge of the fields. Footsteps in front of her house were unusual. That could mean only one thing. And that's when it happened.

"Hey, let me in. You're a horny sow after all. I want to fuck you," someone called softly from under her window.

Quite a few men in her small town knew that Scarlett was single. Every now and then one of these men, especially under the influence of copious amounts of alcohol, would try to get with her. How disgusting.

Scarlett was ashamed in such moments. Especially in front of her children. It really didn't have to be like that. Oh, how she would like to be with a man who would protect her from such fiends. Scarlett, small, blond, big breasts, beautiful legs, liked to dress sexy. Either with tight-fitting jeans. Even better with short dresses or skirts. This, of course, attracted the men. To some extent, she herself was to blame for what happened to her. She knew that. But she lived the fashion she offered. And her sexy appearance was part of the job.

When the troublemaker in front of her house didn't want to leave, she stepped to the window and hissed a few harsh words in the direction of the drunk guy. He grumbled angrily. He threw a stick at her window. Whatever that was supposed to mean. Then he rolled away.

It had been a long time since Scarlett had had good sex. In fact, she couldn't even remember when it had been. The one-night stands she sometimes experienced on the weekends were anything but satisfying. She might have missed out on an orgasm or two, or she might have gotten one herself on a hot ride. But that didn't last long, and there were enough men in her immediate vicinity that she would have liked to get involved with.

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She had recently met a tax consultant whom she adored. He wrapped his slim, tall figure in the finest fabrics. When he sat in front of her in his dark blue suit, with a properly tied tie around his neck, she fainted every time. She probably heard what he explained to her. But much more intensely she heard his words between her legs. She tried to get as many appointments with him as possible.

Before she left, she fixed her blond half-length hair each time, dressed especially provocatively and tried to pay concentrated attention to his facial expressions during their conversations. Especially to see if he noticed her charms.

Unfortunately, the last four or five dates went in a completely different direction. The man was heavily burdened. Probably overloaded. He soberly considered her business results, matter-of-factly explained to her what she could do better, and was right in many of his statements. She admired him for his work. And every time she implemented his advice, it contributed to her economic success. But he didn't seem to even begin to notice that she was pining for him.

One day, out of the blue, he invited her to dinner. He chose a particularly fine restaurant. The fine cuisine overwhelmed her the first time. But it wasn't long before they met again in the same restaurant. Now she already felt a little more confident. She also noticed how her short little dress created an effect on the man.

The tax consultant, slim, black hair, liked to go out with her. She noticed that. But she also knew from him that he was married. But his wife lived more than five hundred miles away. They had a weekend relationship. And she concluded from the many conversations with him that he was not very happy in his relationship and, very importantly for her, that she was probably the only person he was seeing privately.

That somehow made her happy and made her feel good. She wondered how long it would take until she had him ready to get involved with her. However, he still made no effort to do so.

It was confounded with the man of her dreams. Every time she came home after a nice meal, she took off her wet panties, which she had drooled all over with her pleasure juices during the meal. She then had to take a quick shower. With one of her little friends. Held the vibrator to her hypersensitive clit for two minutes and came in the warm spray of the shower. While doing so, she imagined with a blooming imagination the most diverse situations in which she was seduced by the tall black-haired man.

Actually, she wanted to be loved. And fucked. But when it went through with you, when horniness overcame her, then she wanted nothing but to be fucked. Fucking standing up, fucking lying down, sitting up, from behind, in the car, in her warehouse, at home in her bed.

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