A TEASER FOR THE ROAD TRIP SERIES - A DYLAN JAMES SERIES

The Dylan James series is about to drop on Amazon and reissued on Literotica, and before it does, I wanted to give you a first look at the man at the center of it all. Dylan James, Hollywood Stuntman was my first character and I will be introducing him soon to the archives here. The ROAD TRIP series is a reworking of his first stories — Dylan brings the kind of trouble you don’t see coming until it’s already too late. This moment says everything you need to know about him.

ROAD TRIP, Chapter 1 - The Director's Wife
Dylan stepped up to the red front door and rang the bell. He heard the bell echo through the house, and as he waited, he looked around at the snow covered mountains in the distance. It was a perfect day in LA and Dylan can do no wrong on such a beautiful day. He turned back toward the door as he heard someone approaching. The door opened to reveal Cat Rawlings.

Cat was a rising actress/stunt woman of about 25 that he had met on set. Her career was just starting to take off as she began to get lead roles in small movies and TV shows. She was beautiful, tanned, well built, athletic, and very married. Cat had her auburn colored hair pulled back in a ponytail, and her lush figure was very evident. Her too tight T-shirt clearly showed that she wore no bra over her large breasts, and her low rider sweat pants left acres of an exposed taut stomach. She was standing with one hip cocked out holding a coffee cup and just looked at Dylan for a moment before -

"What the fuck do you want?"
"You."

Cat glared angrily at Dylan for several seconds. "What if Luke was home?"

"But he isn't."
"Where have you been for the past three months?"
"Thinking about you."
"Yeah, right. So how come you haven't called me one time?"
"No excuse, maybe because you are married. But I am here now."
"God, you are such an asshole."
"True, but I am a lot of fun. (Pause) Are you going to invite me in?"
"Now why would I do that?"
"Cause you missed me."

Cat stood in the doorway looking at Dylan for a moment. She was trying to decide to let this man who completely turned her world upside down into her life again even for a few moments. She was married, not happily, but she tried to honor the vows, yet the sex with Dylan was so incredible. Finally ...

"Just for a cup of coffee, nothing more," as she held the door open. Knowing he had already won, Dylan walked past her into the front hall. "That's all it takes," he thought to himself.

As she closed the door, he put his hand on her tight ass and gave one on of the lush globes a gentle squeeze. Quickly she whirled around on him.

"Wait a minute, buckoo. Don't think you can just show up after 3 months, not call me once and just walk in here and fuck me."

Dylan reached out gently and caressed the cheek of Cat's beautiful face. He leaned forward placing his mouth right next to her ear.

"Thinking has nothing to do with it." He whispered.

Dylan gently pulled her mouth up to his for a long wet kiss. As the kiss continues, Cat began to whine deep in her throat. The coffee cup in her hand dropped to the floor shattering in a hundred small pieces that neither of them even notice. She slowly pressed her lush body against him and began to grind her pelvis against his leg. Rubbing her moistening pussy against his thigh, she ran her hand down across his 6-pack abs searching for that monster that caused her such immense pleasure.

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A TEASER FOR A NEW STORY - MY BEST FRIEND'S WIFE Coming Next Week.

Seated on the back deck, our chairs close together, both sipping our cocktails.

 “How are you doing since you got snipped? Any new conquests? Does it still hurt?”

 “Oh, the procedure was over a month ago; it was nothing. I’m feeling great!” I said, pretending I hadn’t already imagined this conversation a few dozen times. Pretending that some part of me didn’t know that losing my ability to father children would lead to temptation.

 “Does it affect anything else? Like an erection or your libido?” She asked as she looked at me over the top of her cocktail glass. 

 “Not at all. Does not affect testosterone, erections, orgasm, or libido. I am good to go.” 

 “I get this feeling you’re going to enjoy your newfound freedom,” Heather said, turning to face me. Our chairs were so close together, and her dress clung to her as if it were barely there.

 “I’ll try to behave,” I said, raising my glass in a toast. I was so beguiled by her and her intense sexuality, I could not think of anything else to do. 

 “I hope you don’t behave too much,” she said, her voice low and mischievous. “I’m going to want stories.”

 “Heather, you already inspire my worst instincts; if you keep at it, I’m going to become a complete degenerate.”

 “I certainly hope so,” she said, turning ever so slightly away from me. The strap of her thin dress slipped off her shoulder, her bare skin smooth and inviting. As if I was someone else, I reached my hand and touched her bare shoulder, stroking her up to her cheek.

“Rob still uses condoms, right?”

The moment the words were out of my mouth, I realized what they implied. I waited for the rejection. It did not come. 

 “Every time,” she said, pressing her face against my hand. Her skin was soft and tempting, and I leaned in closer until our mouths were just inches away. “And, of course, that makes me want it more. It’s been so long since I felt someone….”

 I kissed her before she could finish the sentence.

COMING NEXT WEEK

Just a little teaser of Chapter 3 of the Jason saga coming next week. 
"Hi," she said. "Who are you?"
"I am your next-door neighbor. I'm Jason."
"Hi Jason. I'm Donna. You want some?" She asked, holding up the bong.
"Sure. Love too."
"Cool. If you go down to the end, the fence if shorter there. Climb over."
I looked down toward the end of the fence, and in a spot, I had never noticed, the fence was at least two feet shorter. Plus, on her side there was an outdoor storage chest of some kind right under the short part of the fence, and I could use that as a step.
"Sure thing," I said, and ducked down. I drove the mower over to that spot, parked off to one side and turned off the engine. Pulling myself up onto the fence, I threw my leg over and climbed over, stepping down onto the chest, and then onto the patio.
She had started the music up again as I climbed the fence, now it was Snoopy Dog playing. As I walked around the pool toward her, I could tell that the figure I thought was good was actually fantastic. Her stomach was flat and tight, legs long and shapely, and her tits were decent size, not huge, but easily 34C. Her long hair was pulled into two braids, and she wore dark sunglasses. I felt my cock give a small lurch in my shorts.
"Hey neighbor, welcome to my pool party!"
"Thanks! Where is everyone else?"
"Oh, it is just us. Me and one-party crasher, but you are very welcome to be here. Here take a hit," as she handed me the bong. "Do you want something to drink?"
"What have you got?"
"Beer, Tequila, and Rum."
"What are you having?"
"Rum and coke!"
"Sounds good!"
"Great!" She started to get up and it gave me an opportunity to check out her excellent tits, round and up high. Standing up, she was about 5'9" and was very much the total package. The bikini was barely covering her tits and the bottom was a thong, so her ass was hanging out. As she turned to go toward the house, she staggered a bit and I realized that she was already high as a kite, either from the smoke or the booze or both. I watched the bounce of her amazing ass cheeks all the way into the house, and I could feel my cock give another lurch in my pants.