Sexy Fun Erotica
"Vision in Black" a sex story by Louise Harvey
Evie arrived at the clinic 15 minutes early. She tossed her trench coat and lunch in the break room then went from Exam Room 1 to 2, removing the covers from the doctor’s instruments. She wore her half heels that day. Anything taller would cause her to walk like a penguin on a tightrope effectively killing the sexy swagger she was aiming for.
Evie rarely wore heels, or lace underthings for that matter. She worked in a small optometrist’s office on the rain drenched Oregon Coast. Patients’ median age: 56. She made appointments, assisted the doctor and repaired eyewear for patients all the way into their 90’s.
Not the case with that morning’s 11 o’clock eye exam with Ryan Young.
Ryan had come in a year earlier, glasses askew after his brother sat on them by accident. Evie helped Ryan pick out a new frame, smarter looking glasses in her opinion. He’d followed her around the frame boards obliging every command she issued to, “Try this pair.” Finally she’d found them, a narrow rectangular half-frame that transformed him at once into a suave and intelligent man of unmitigated appeal.
Small town or not, Evie had not run into Ryan again until a party at a friend’s house a month earlier.
“This woman is the reason I can see,” Ryan had said.
They’d talked. They’d laughed. More importantly, they’d established they were both single and interested. Evie had been well on her way to securing a first date when Ryan’s brother puked in a potted plant and required assistance home.
“I’ll see you in a few weeks,” Ryan had said as he herded his brother out the front door. “For my eye exam.”
“Oh,” Evie said. “Right.”
And finally the time had come.
She flipped the switch, lighting the front office against the grey gloom hovering at each window and turned the radio to the soft rock station. The phone rang. Evie picked up to listen as a barely recognizable Dr. Brown said he had a cold and wouldn’t be coming in.
Evie moved her mouse to wake the front desk computer and called Mr. Irving, the first appointment of the day. No answer. She moved on to the next appointment and rescheduled and then the next. When she reached Ryan’s name she stared, mouth ajar, picked up the phone then set it down again.
The door opened and Mr. Irving walked in.
Evie stood. “I’m sorry, Bill. Doc’s sick today. Can you come back on Thursday at 9?”
“He’s sick is he? You tell that rascal I came in and he wasn’t here.”
“Certainly, Bill. Sorry I wasn’t able to reach you in time. So we’ll see you at 9 on Thursday?”
“Yeah, Yeah. I’m going to get some breakfast as long as I’m up and dressed.”
Evie returned to the schedule. She skipped Ryan’s name and continued making calls until he was the only patient left on the day’s schedule. Evie slumped forward and rested her chin on her fist. The computer screen was just inches from her face. The clock on the bottom right corner read 9:30.
She stood, picked up a cleaning cloth and dusted every frame on the frame board. The phones interrupted on several occasions, but for the most part it was a quiet morning. Evie checked herself in the bathroom mirror one last time. She’d showered the night before and put her hair in hot rollers that morning for extra volume. She wore a smart black and blue striped blouse with ruffles at the center of the chest.
At five minutes to 11, Ryan ducked in, water dripping from his jacket. He shucked it off and hung the jacket on the peg by the front door. “Wet out,” he said. His eyes met Evie’s then he looked down when he smiled. Ryan glanced at the empty chairs in the lobby. “It’s quiet today.”
“Yeah, lot of cancellations.” Evie stood and held a clipboard out. “So, Ryan, if you could look this over and sign at the bottom.”
Ryan stepped forward. “Yes, of course.”
Evie felt the pull of the clipboard as he took it from her. Ryan sat in a center chair and bent his head.
“How is your brother?”
Ryan smiled instantly. “In much better shape… for now.”
Evie chuckled. Once Ryan was finished with the paperwork she led him to Room 2 in the back. The room was dark, the way Dr. Brown kept it to allow patient’s pupils to dilate.
“Go ahead and have a seat in the chair,” Evie said. “I’ll be right back to get your examination started.”
Evie returned to the front lobby, turned off the light, flipped the window sign to “closed” and locked the front door, before heading back to Room 2. She turned on the projector and the Snellen chart appeared in front of them. A large E lit up the wall.
“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that’s an E,” Ryan said.
Evie laughed and twisted the slide down to a smaller set of letters. Ryan watched her closely. “You look really good.”
“Thank you. Now turn forward, Mr. Young, and cover your left eye. How far can you read?”
“E, D, F, O, A, E… or C? I’m going to say E.”
“Now cover your right eye and do the same.”
“E, D, F, O, A… E. I’m going with E.”
“Good. Now go ahead and blink several times and close your eyes.”
Amusement laced Ryan’s words. “Close my eyes?”
“I need to administer one more test.”
“OK.” Ryan’s lips curved into an irresistible smile as he shut his lids.
Evie moved to the front of the room. She unzipped the side of her blouse and pulled it over her head then dropped it in the chair beside her. “Now open your eyes.”
Ryan’s jaw dropped, but only briefly as his look of stunned surprise was replaced by a smile.
“What do you see?”
Ryan’s grin widened. “What are you doing, Evie?”
“Checking your visual acuity. Can you see me clearly?”
Ryan no longer sat back in the chair. He was nearly on the edge of the seat. “I see that you are wearing a black lace bra. It is black, isn’t it, or do my eyes deceive me?”
“That’s correct.” Evie suddenly rushed to speak. “Your eyesight seems perfectly fine to me.” She grasped for her discarded blouse on the rolling chair, but Ryan reached her before she could nab it.
“And what about your panties?” He asked. “Do they match? I really must insist on a full examination.” He was directly in front of her, his breath a warm brushstroke against her face. “Doctor not in today?”
Evie shook her head. “He’s at home. Sick.”
“I see.” Ryan reached for the top button on her khaki trousers and nudged it through the button hole. He pinched the zipper pull between his fingers and guided it down slowly.
Evie held her breath before exhaling sharply. “What are you doing?”
“You started this, Evie.” Everything about Ryan smiled, even his eyes. He crouched to the floor and placed a hand on either side of her hips, applied pressure on her waistband and slid her pants down her lean shaven legs then stood up and took a step back. His eyes raked over her body. “A perfect match,” he murmured.
Evie stepped out of her fallen trousers and lifted her chin. “Now if you will take a seat, Mr. Young, I can continue with your examination.”
Ryan’s brows jumped over the rim of his glasses. He returned to the chair.
Evie approached slowly. From a foot away she reached for Ryan’s glasses and pulled them off his face and set them on the counter.
“How will I see?” Ryan asked.
“As I recall you are nearsighted.”
“In which case you’ll need to come very close.”
Evie stepped forward, her bare legs brushing against Ryan’s knees.
Ryan made a show of squinting. “Closer.”
A smile wrapped its way over Evie’s cheeks as she climbed face-forward into Ryan’s lap, a heel pointing from either side of his knees where she straddled him. “Is this close enough?” She whispered before covering his lips in a kiss.
Ryan responded instantly. The moment Evie slid her tongue inside Ryan’s mouth he welcomed it as though accepting a sweet he wished to savor and suck until their lips tingled with sugarcoated bliss.
They rubbed tongues and widened the kiss. The phone rang. They ignored it.
Ryan slid his hand around Evie’s hip and spread his palm over her left cheek, each finger a caress against the thin veil of black lace restraining her personals. His entire body, every part of it, lifted towards hers. They gasped for breath, eyed one another with resolution then met mouth to mouth once more.
Ryan’s free hand brushed its way up Evie’s arm. When he reached her shoulder he raked her bra strap halfway to her elbow with his fingernails. The fabric scraped against the rough peak of Evie’s nipple. A ragged breath surfaced to her lips like a sigh. Ryan filled his hand with her breast, alternating between the soft, pliable weight of her bosom to the hard point of her tit, which he squeezed, pinched and circled with the tip of his fingers.
Evie gasped. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his pulsing cock.
Ryan groaned the moment she had him firmly in hand. He grinned wickedly. “I don’t think my insurance will cover this.”
Evie leaned forward and spoke softly into Ryan’s ear. “I don’t think my boss will cover this, either.”
Ryan took Evie by both shoulders and lifted her to her feet as he stood. The teasing look in his eyes had transformed into something intense and calculating. The dark centers of his pupils spread over the speckled brown of his irises. “You are a naughty assistant.”
Evie nodded slowly. “I am.”
“Do you know what happens to naughty assistants?”
“I can guess.”
Ryan looked her over, fixating on the breast exposed by his ministrations. His eyes returned to hers. “I bet you can.” He leaned forward and wet the tip of her nipple with his tongue, gently blew then fastened his lips over her.
Evie sucked in a breath.
“Do you like that?” Ryan asked.
Evie nodded.
Ryan backed her against the wall. “Do you want more, Evie?”
The Wall by Brianna
Evie lowered her head and looked at him from under thick lashes. “Yes.”
Ryan unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles.
Evie lifted his shirt several inches so she could look at his briefs. “Black,” she whispered.
“And soon bare.” Ryan laughed and pulled down his boxers.
Evie looked.
“Now feel it,” Ryan said. He grabbed her hand and thrust it over his cock.
Evie caressed the smooth sheath of his erection, oscillating slowly then pumping him eagerly.
“Oh, Evie,” Ryan said. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Oh God, Evie, that’s good.” Ryan leaned forward and whispered beside her ear. “Now take off your panties.”
Evie stilled her hand, but didn’t relinquish the prize in her fist.
“Evie.”
She released him and slid her panties down her legs slowly, down to her half-heels and kicked them aside. Her cheeks flushed. Evie pulled her strap over her shoulder. Ryan yanked it back down. He brushed his cock against her.
“Wait,” Evie said, her eyes opening wide. “I’m not done yet.”
Ryan raised a brow.
“Get back in the chair.”
Ryan walked backwards until the back of his legs hit the chair. Then he lowered himself on the edge of the seat. “More tests? Let me grab my glasses.”
“No!”
Ryan stopped mid reach.
“Why don’t you sit back and let me do my job, Mr. Young.”
Ryan relaxed into the chair. “Certainly, Evie. I do apologize for interfering in the procedure.”
“You may interfere in a moment.”
Ryan watched her every move as though he could see perfectly. Evie stood over him and reached forward, grabbed hold of the bottom of his sweater and pulled it toward his head. She yanked it off.
“Good thing I’m not wearing my glasses,” Ryan said.
Evie turned to the counter, opened a drawer and pulled out a condom.
Ryan chuckled. “I see you prepared for me.”
“I like to be thorough.” Evie ripped open the package.
Ryan’s cock twitched when she set the rubber over it. “Please hold still, Mr. Young.” She rolled the condom over his shaft, squeezing as she worked her way down to his balls. Her hand slid over the bumps and ribs of the condom. Ryan had gotten ahold of the package and held it up to his face. “Studded for her pleasure.” He read. “I do appreciate a clinic that prepares for its patients.”
“And I appreciate a patient who does as he’s told.”
“What would you like me to do, Evie?” He gave her that same intense stare.
“You know what I want.”
Ryan stood up and Evie backed a step. “You’re right,” he said. “I know exactly what you want.” He backed her against the wall once more and whispered into her ear, “Pleasure.”
Evie’s breath caught. She blinked several times.
Ryan lifted her leg and wrapped it around his torso. He looked her directly in the eyes. “And God I want to give it to you.”
She never felt his fingers part her. One moment he was outside her and the next he was buried deep inside. Ryan pushed Evie against the wall. She felt the ribbed condom slide against her, inside her, along her. Evie rubbed against him as though reading Braille with her body – a studded code that spelled out passion.
Ryan’s head was over her shoulder, buried in her layers of springy hair so he couldn’t see that Evie was smiling. She wanted to run her fingernails down his back and touch the bottom of his earlobe with her tongue, but for some reason she felt too shy. Even with his cock lodged deep within her, fucking her, Evie felt too shy. She ran her fingers through his hair instead and inhaled the fresh, clean sent of his aftershave and shampoo.
Ryan grabbed her second leg and lifted her into the air, bracing her against the wall. Evie let out a small gasp. She wrapped her arms around his neck. The Snellen chart lit up his back in wide letters that trailed down his smooth skin and disappeared near his ass. Ryan pumped Evie harder. She gripped him tighter. Evie gave into temptation and licked his earlobe.
Ryan groaned and pushed her higher into the wall. His hands gripped her thighs firmly. Ryan pushed and pulled her against him.
Evie crossed her ankles around him. “So, good,” she gasped. “You’re so good.”
Ryan’s pace became more frenzied. He lost his balance at one point and crashed Evie into the wall. This wasn’t enough for him to let up, however.
Evie’s legs dropped to the ground after her back smacked the rough wall. She stood on tiptoes. Slowly, Ryan backed her up towards the chair, keeping her bottom pressed firmly against him so he wouldn’t dislodge for even a moment.
When they reached the edge of the chair, Evie slouched onto her lower back, positioning herself with open legs for Ryan’s easy access. He held her legs on either side of him and pumped inside her.
Evie began to pant and grip the armrests.
Ryan pounded into her faster.
Evie whimpered and thrashed in the chair, finally letting go of the armrests and gripping Ryan’s wrists.
It was a wonder Ryan’s voice came out so controlled when his body moved in such a frenzy. “I’m not stopping until you see stars, Evie.”
His words made her whimper and squirm.
“I feel it coming,” Evie said between pants. “I’m so close.”
Ryan ground into her.
“Oh God!” Evie yelled and released herself on a tide of bewildering bliss.
Ryan pulled Evie into him in one rough jerk and groaned his release, lurching over her outstretched legs. His face contorted after his body rippled with the aftershocks. He steadied himself and slowly pulled out. While he disposed of the used condom, Evie put her lace panties back on and picked up Ryan’s briefs. She handed the dark fabric to him with a shy smile. They gathered up the rest of their clothing and got dressed.
Ryan followed Evie into the front lobby. “You know, I really do need an eye exam.”
“Oh,” Evie said. “Of course. Let me open the schedule.” She rolled her chair to the edge of the front desk and shook the mouse to wake the computer. “Same time next week?”
“That would be fine.”
Evie clicked into the schedule and typed in Ryan’s name. “OK, Mr. Young. You’re all set.” She looked up at where he stood, watching her over the front counter.
Ryan cleared his throat. “You know, before I showed up for my appointment this morning I was trying to work up the nerve to ask you to lunch.”
Evie grinned. “Then you’re in luck, Mr. Young, because it’s time for my break.”
Copyright October 2011, Louise Harvey
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