The following is a read-bite (Did I just coin this word? Is there an equivalent to sound-bite for words in print other than excerpt?) from Lucy Felthouses’ book The Great Outdoors.
Lucy sent me the following email. “…excerpt of one of my stories, called ‘Fun in the Forest.’ It’s part of a two-story mini-book called ‘The Great Outdoors’ which I’ve published on Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0038HEPAS ”
Lucy Felthouse
Freelance Writer
Website: http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/cw1985
Facebook: http://fb.me/lucyfelthousewriter
Perhaps Lucy will one day be a featured presenter at the Salon, when she decides to visit our continent.
Modesty, Anna thought, what’s that? Taking another couple of sips of the drink to give her some Dutch courage, she bent down to untie her bootlaces. Kicking off one boot, then the other, Anna got to work on her jacket. Luckily, the zip was much less fiddly than her laces had been.
Seconds later she was down to her underwear, which thankfully wasn’t too horrendous. It wasn’t her best, admittedly, as she hadn’t expected any action on the trip, but it was OK. Just a plain black bra and pants. Greg didn’t appear to mind that it wasn’t Agent Provocateur, judging by the growing bulge in the front of his trousers.
Reaching for the drink once more, Anna took a couple of gulps of the still-scalding drink, then kept a little in her mouth. She sauntered over to Greg, who was still seated and looked a little shell-shocked. The women round here obviously aren’t this forward, she thought. She stroked his erection through his trousers, then set about undoing his fly. She began tugging and motioned for him to lift his bottom so she could remove the trousers properly. He did so and they slid down to his ankles, revealing that Greg had chosen to go commando that morning.
