| © Copyright 2011 Lorriane
Kennedy © Copyright Cover 2011 Lavine
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Lavine Publishing Short Story - Erotica
Rating: Sizzling - Very detailed sexual
encounters with graphic language that some may find offensive. Some graphic violence. Who knew getting lost in the forest could be so much fun!
In
this enchanting tale, Greta and her college professor Hans, are in the
forest looking for the enchanted stone when they become lost. Greta
doesn’t think this is such a bad thing … she has been waiting for the
opportunity to seduce her hot professor.
Hans is almost
insane with lust for the luscious Greta. She has been teasing him for a
long time, and when he’s ready to give in to his desire … Greta is
going to get a real treat.
Hans and Greta Excerpt
Greta
watched as Hans pulled the map from his back pocket and looked at it
again. It was the fifth time in the past half hour. She and the
professor had gotten separated from the rest of the group over an hour
ago, and Greta suspected that he still didn’t have the slightest idea
of where they were. Not that she minded all that much … she’d often
daydreamed of getting some time alone with Professor Christensen, but
she had hoped they would be in a place a little more comfortable than
the forest.
“The enchanted stone should be just up that way,” Hans
pointed to a small dirt path that appeared to lead deeper into the
forest. “I’ll bet the others will be there waiting for us,” he added
with a smile.
During the heat of the day, Hans had removed his shirt
and still had not put it back on. Even as exhausted as she was, she
could not help but admire his broad - muscular chest. Although Greta
did have some interest in Archeology, she’d really taken Professor
Christensen’s class so that she’d have the opportunity of getting to
know him better.
The first time she’d seen him walking down the
hall in the Social Science building, Greta had wanted to know him
better … much better. Unlike the other faculty members, Hans tended to
dress casually, even sexy. His blond hair and blue eyes were to die
for; she’d kill to be able to run her fingers through his wavy blond
locks.
Now that she’d finally gotten him alone, she was covered
with grime and perspiration. Not exactly in the best position to seduce
him like she’d dreamed of doing on this trip. Everyone else was here to
get a look at the ancient stone that was said to be magic, but she was
here so that she could be close to the one man that could make her
heart skip a beat with just a smile.
The sound of his voice pulled
her out of her daydream. “Well come on … let’s go Miss Jensen.” Hans
motioned for her to follow him.
With a deep sigh, Greta stood and
picked up the backpack that she’d set on the ground next to her. “How
much further do you think it is, Professor?”
“Oh it couldn’t be more than a quarter of a mile up this trail,” he assured her.
Greta followed him into the thick pines, wishing that he would stop and rest for more than five minutes at a time.
“Do you mind if I take the lead?” Greta asked, tired of following.
Hans looked back at her. “No of course not Miss Jensen.”
“You
know Professor, I really wish you’d call me Greta. When you call me
Miss Jensen it makes me feel like I’m with a neighbor or something,”
she told him with a smile.
Hans grinned, and at that moment she got the distinct impression that he was completely aware of how she felt about him.
“Now … do you think that would be entirely proper?” he asked.
Greta
shrugged her shoulders. “It’s not like I’m known for being proper,” she
said with a little giggled. Taking advantage of the fact that Hans was
now behind her and would have full view of her rear end, Greta put a
little more swing into her hips.
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