Knights Errant by Ian D Smith
Merely Players, Book 1
Fireborn Publishing, 2015
Kathy arrived in the bar, exactly on time. She was easy to spot; good-looking, very nicely dressed, and several inches taller than any other woman near her.
I walked over and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “You look lovely.”
Her smile made her seem a little nervous and excited. I felt just the same, but over the last eighteen months, I’d learned how to hide my feelings and look confident. Or at least push them to one side. I was still climbing back from an emotional train wreck, but putting on a convincing act had its advantages.
She smiled and blushed ever so slightly. “Thank you.” She didn’t pull her hand away before I released it a couple of seconds later.
We sipped pre-dinner drinks and made our choices from the menus. I selected a nice New Zealand wine from the list.
She was a little nervous to start with, but quickly relaxed. Her smiles became laughs. Shop talk became happy conversation, which developed into friendly flirting. Our hands brushed over the basket of bread rolls. She let me take her soft, warm hand in mine as we went back to the bar for coffee and brandy. We shared a soft sofa in a quiet corner and sat so close our legs were pressed together. She leaned against me as she laughed, looked up and our eyes locked. We shared a first tentative kiss, a gentle touch of her lips against mine.
“Can I make a gentlemanly offer to see you back to your room?”
She blushed slightly, then smiled shyly and nodded. “That’d be lovely, Paul. Thank you.”
Our second kiss, in an alcove in the corridor, was far more passionate. She pushed me against the wall and ground her hips against me, giving me an unmistakable message.
“It’s great being with a guy to much taller than me,” she murmured.
“You’re tall for a woman, but there must be plenty of men taller than you.”
“I’ve not met many as tall as you. It probably sounds silly, but it was lovely wearing heels and still having you a few inches taller than me. That was a real novelty.”
“Doesn’t sound silly at all.” I stroked her hair. “I bet you want me to pick you up and carry you.”
Kathy raised her eyebrows a fraction of an inch and gave me a teasingly dirty smile. “I’d put your back out.”
“Not a chance.”
She stretched up and kissed me. “If you’re sure,” she whispered.
I picked her up and she snuggled against me as I carried her to her door, where she had a fit of the giggles.
“You’ll have to put me down, the key’s hiding somewhere in my handbag,” she said.
She opened the door and walked in backwards, towing me by my jacket lapels. I pushed the door shut and we undressed each other hurriedly. I picked her up again and shuffled towards the bed. I managed to lay her down gently, then we hugged, kissed, and explored each other. Her full breasts were sensitive to my touches and kisses, and her pussy tasted hot, salty, and so exciting. Her first orgasm was quick to arrive and clearly intense. She was deliciously vocal as her climax approached and she moaned loudly as she crested.
We cuddled while she got her breath back, then she stroked my cheek. “Come on, you big hunk, fuck me. I’ve got a coil, so you don’t need a condom.”
My hard cock slid inside her soft, warm wetness so easily. She felt gorgeous, her pussy hot around my cock, her arms around my back, her legs writhing around my thighs and her tongue against mine. We were both eager in our shared lust and want. I thrust hard, over and over again. She gasped and pushed her hips up against me. Her nails scratched my back and dug into my skin as she came again with loud cries.
“Oh, fuck, that was amazing.” She lay back and panted for a few seconds. “You going to fill me or what?”
“Pretty damn soon,” I murmured.
“Oh, good.” She purred as she wrapped her legs tightly around mine and squeezed my backside with her hands, urging me on. “Just get that cock right into me.”
We ground against each other, so I was as deep inside her as I could be. My climax was a burst of intense pleasure as I shot hot pulses into her.
We cuddled and giggled while our sweat dried. We lay on top of the bed in the warm room. The sheet was tangled around my ankles and the duvet had been thrown aside in our haste.
“Wow,” she said. “It’s years since sex was this much fun. Like being a student again.” She leaned her arms across my chest, rested her chin on them, and grinned at me. “Fancy some sparkling wine? I left a bottle in the basin in the bathroom, in cold water.”
“Got some glasses?”
“On the table. I’ll get the wine,” she said.
I watched her scamper across the room. She had a lovely figure, nicely curved, and well worth watching.
She passed me the bottle to open and we stood together, her tucked under one of my arms as we clinked glasses and sipped the wine. Which reminded me of something silly Helen and I used to do.
“Put your glass down,” I murmured and took a long sip from my own before putting it down beside hers. I put both arms around her and she grinned up at me. I leaned down to kiss her and let the sparkling wine trickle from my mouth into hers, where it exploded into a fizzy shared experience.
She was startled for a fraction of a second, then burst out laughing. “The bubbles went up my nose.”
“Want to try it again?”
“You bet. At least I know what to expect this time.”
She giggled as we shared another sip of wine. When we finished the kiss, she looked up at me. “Right, you’re in trouble now.” She arched an eyebrow. “On the bed please. And no fidgeting.”
Intrigued, I lay on the bed. She produced a box of fancy chocolates and opened it, then selected two and put them on my nipples. Then she straddled me, bent down and slowly ate each one, licking and teasing my nipples with her lips as she did. As she moved, her pussy stroked my cock, which started paying attention again.
She placed four more chocolates on my body and slowly ate each one. The fourth was placed on the tip of my cock and it had melted a little before she got around to dealing with it. All I knew was that she had a fantastically exciting way of using her tongue.
“My turn,” I gasped, as she released me from a delicious teasing.
She rolled onto her back and I placed chocolates on her nipples, between her breasts, on her tummy and one on her pubic hair just above her clit. Then I held one between my lips and leaned close enough for her to bite half of it. I chewed the other half, then kissed her, which made her giggle again. I took my time eating those on her body, which meant the one near her clit had softened nicely.
“Oh, dear,” I said. “This may need some serious work to clean up.”
“Oh, dear, indeed.” She sounded a little breathless. “We wouldn’t want to make a mess of these sheets.”
She sighed happily as I enjoyed the chocolate. Then again as I got distracted by her lovely pussy. And that got us both in the mood and very eager again.
She rolled me onto my back and took charge for our second bout of sex. That was slower and really good fun, with tickling, giggles, and laughter. She sat astride my hips and played with her clit until she came. She watched me until the last moment, when she had to close her eyes. Watching her face as she climaxed was a lovely sight. She seemed so carried away. Then she lay on my chest and watched my face intently as she pumped me with her hips until I erupted inside her again. I felt relaxed and happy. I could step further back from the edge of the pit of depression I’d managed to climb out of. This was just like making love, a brief, blissful reminder of what had been. And which seemed a lifetime ago.
Afterwards, she curled up beside me, with my arms around her. Her head was on my shoulder and we shared a quiet and incredibly personal conversation. We were open with each other about our lives. I even told her about Helen, something I normally kept to myself.
“Someone special will want you in their life,” she whispered. “You’ll be perfect for each other.”
All I knew for certain was that I wouldn’t be in hers after we parted in the morning.
She slept peacefully, her fine, light brown hair spread across the pillow and an arm across my chest. I lay awake beside her for hours, feeling angry with myself and empty inside.
She was curled up with her back against me when we woke. I had an erection which was pressed against her backside.
“Hard already?” She giggled, a lovely happy sound. “Well, shame to waste it. Especially since you’re so keen.” She manoeuvred herself and slipped down onto my erection.
We shared surprisingly tender sex for a while. I screwed her with slow, deep thrusts, nuzzled her back and shoulders, and stroked her breasts and tummy.
She guided my hands over her body. “I just love your hands,” she said, “So big, but so gentle on me.” She half-rolled onto her back and guided my right hand between her legs. “I’d love you to bring me off while we’re screwing.” She left her hand on mine as I stroked her clit, giving me hints about where and how fast to move. We twisted a bit so we could kiss as we made love. Her climax seemed to be a huge rolling wave for her, pulses from her internal muscles rippling against my cock. She moaned into our kiss as she came.
“I love being screwed from behind,” she whispered. “Take me hard. Fuck me into this mattress.” She rolled onto her front, stretched her hands up and gripped the edge of the bed.
I slid into her again. She felt so hot and wet it was really exciting and flattering. The mattress was a little soft and bouncy for really vigorous humping, but we managed well enough. She came twice more before I couldn’t hold back any longer.
When it was time to go, I kissed her tenderly. “Thank you so much, Kathy; that was absolutely lovely.”
She stroked my cheek and looked touched. “And for me, too. Rather special.” Was that a hint of a tear in her eye? She gave me a slightly sad smile and went for a shower. I slipped quietly out of the hotel.
About Ian D Smith
I’m a professional scientist with a career spent primarily in health care. I live in the south-west of England with my wife, two horses, two dogs and five guinea pigs. We’d love to keep chickens too, but that might be a bit tricky in a small urban garden with two hyperactive terriers…
My education was biased towards science, with little art. I’ve read fiction for relaxation throughout my life: thrillers, science fiction, fantasy, a few classics, and (just between us) even some romances. But not much of it was what anyone would call “literature”.
My career has involved writing many scientific papers, technical reports and a couple of dissertations. Wanting to express myself clearly, I tried my hand at general interest factual articles and features, and even gave a few public talks. These are fun for someone with a butterfly mind and an insatiable curiosity.
Then I wondered about fiction… My first efforts were pretty dreadful, of course, but joining the Erotica Readers and Writers Association, and getting supportive and encouraging feedback on all aspects of my stories, has been a huge help. I felt very flattered when invited to serve as one of their website gallery editors.
To date, I’ve had three novellas published, along with nine short stories in anthologies. Six of the short stories were adult/erotic romance, and one was a plain romance. My interest is turning more towards improving my story-telling, and in writing in different genres. But I’ve a draft novel and a draft novella to revise first, and I’ve had another interesting idea bubbling quietly on a back burner in my mind for a couple of years
I’ve always read for relaxation and now I write as a creative hobby. I’d love more people to read my work and I hope they enjoy it.
Books by Ian D Smith
Merely Players, Book 1
Lonely widower Paul knows he’s ready to move on and start a new relationship, but doesn’t expect to meet two attractive and interesting women at the same time. They want to recruit his jousting display team to feature in a TV show.
Becky and Hayley are best friends, as different as chalk and cheese, and both clearly fancy Paul. A decent guy at heart, he hopes to win one without harming their friendship. But the women don’t make it any easier when they turn up the heat and leave him wondering what’s going on.
A fantastic prize is within his reach. He just has to overcome his deepest fears, self-doubts, and fragile self-confidence. And be Hayley’s leading man in the TV show she hopes will make her name. So no pressure. Just take a deep breath and let these two intriguing women lead him way outside his comfort zone.
The King’s Captain
Merely Players, Book 2
Paul is Hayley’s lover and now her leading man. But acting and portraying a hero on a period TV show takes far more than a suit of armour. He’s totally out of his depth, personally and professionally.
Help arrives with dramatic lessons in leadership and courage, when strange events put him and his friends in harm’s way.
Hayley’s happy when her best friend Becky books hotel rooms with a bed big enough for three, which confuses Paul. Sorting out their relationships is even scarier than acting, jousting, and stunt fighting in front of the camera.
Life doesn’t imitate art. Life shoulders art out of the way. Discovering a secret threatens Paul’s trust in Hayley and Becky, and forces him to face his doubts and fears. He must decide if it’s braver to walk away, or ask for honest answers. Even if they may break his heart.
From The Top
Merely Players, Book 3
Paul, working with his lovers Becky and Hayley, feels deep-ended. He’s acting in his first studio production — a slightly mad family-friendly TV show where amateur Egyptologists find a hidden tomb and temple, with a very realistic mummy on set.
They want to keep their developing three-way relationship private, while surrounded by people who love to gossip and just might let things slip to the media. Time is tight, working with a professional stunt team and egotistical actors is stressful, and Paul and Becky get some unwanted attention.
Adding to his anxiety is the important question of where their relationship can go.
Then there are his terrifying, painfully realistic, and very life-like dreams about nasty accidents. On TV, he can have another take. Real life only gives him one go. But it’s almost as if he’s getting a chance to change how things work out.
Two astronauts could easily die when their prototype space capsule malfunctions in orbit. Their only hope for survival involves a risky spell with no radio contact. Total isolation is a time for honesty about their feelings for each other. With no guarantee of living until the next day, this last chance may be all they have.
In the anthology Love and Lust in Space