Sexy story excerpt from Stefanie London's The Fling

The first good bit. This erotic excerpt of ‘The Fling’ by USA Today bestselling author Stefanie London shares an empowering erotic moment that one woman enjoys with herself… and a voyeur. From thegoodbits.com.

“Pulling open the sliding door to the balcony, I almost sigh in relief when the cool air hits my skin. The rain has stopped and it smells glorious—like springtime and wet grass and jasmine and life”, the story begins, before our heroine proceeds to touch herself for her own pleasure and the benefit of Mr Suit, a neighbour in an adjoining apartment.

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Stefanie London is an Australian author living and working in Canada, writing sexy romances to swoon to. This is Book #2 in her Close Quarters Series published by Harlequin Dare. 

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:04):
This is the Good Bits. This excerpt from Stephanie London's
The Fling is brought to you by the good Bits
dot Com. Pulling open the sliding door to the balcony,

(00:28):
I almost sigh in relief when the cool air hits
my skin. The rain has stopped, and it smells glorious,
like springtime and wet grass and jasmine and life. This
apartment is on the corner of the building, with the
balcony facing the back of the property. The garden below
is lush and beautiful. I lean my forearms against the

(00:52):
railing and suck in a big breath. I'm wearing an
oversized white T shirt, which the breeze flutters around my body.
I have no idea how long I stand there, leaning
and trying not to think, just feeling. Eventually I need
to go back to bed, but as I turn, I

(01:14):
catch a glimpse of something, a warm light emanating from
the apartment next to me. I can only see into
mister Suit's place because of the angle of the corner apartment,
and even then it's not a full view, only a sliver,
but it's enough for me to see the glow of
a room inside the otherwise dark apartment. A door is

(01:34):
open and light spills from what looks like a bedroom.
A shadowy figure emergeres, momentarily blotted in the light with
its broad frame. My breath catch is in my throat.
Miss the figure stills. Can he see me peering in
For a second? I freeze, mortified at being caught looking

(01:54):
like some peeping tom.

Speaker 2 (01:56):
What the hell am I thinking? It's a total invasion
of his privacy, especially after he said no to me.
He also said he was going to go home and
get off while thinking about you. Images swirl of him
in the shower, water streaming over what I know will
be a rock hard body while he reaches one of
those strong, long fingered hands down between his legs.

Speaker 1 (02:21):
I sure the figure is still standing there, unmoving, waiting,
waiting for me. It's a silent standoff. I should go
inside before I embarrass myself further in front of the sky.
But something keeps my feet rooted to the ground. Desperate

(02:44):
desire winds through my system, slow and steady, like the
drip of condensation down a glass on a summer's day.
I want him. I want the feeling of hot, confident
hands roaming my body and stubble rough kisses on my neck.

(03:04):
When the shadow disappears into the darkened apartment, I think
the show might be over, But then a lamp flicks
on inside the apartment. The warm glow grows enough that
I can see more detail, the white towel around his waist,
the shadow of definition in his muscular torso, the brooding
expression on his face. In the dim light, his hair

(03:28):
looks like burning embers, matching the intensity of how he
watches me. Watching him, I swallow and find my mouth dry,
waiting for him to wave me away or male than appropriate,
what the fuck while glaring at me? But nothing like
that happened. He takes a step forward more fully into

(03:49):
the light. I can see more detail now, the smattering
of hair on his chest, and the trail that winds
from his belly button down to where the towel is
not riding low on his hips. Any lower down and
I'd be able to tell whether the bulge there is
from the material of the towel or something else. Show

(04:12):
him what he missed by walking out on you tonight.
I skim my hand along the edge of the t shirt,
fingertips dancing across my bare thigh, the hem barely covers
the bottom of my cotton underwear. Tonight. It's pink and
red strips, and I gently brushed the T shirt up
enough to expose it. Mister Suit's chest moves sharply, as

(04:36):
though he sucked in a quick breath. The guy is
so cut I second guess my assumption that he works
in an office. His shoulders are strong and round, on
his biceps deliciously curved. But it's the flex and his
jaw that does me in. Like he's grinding his teeth,
trying to hold his reaction back and failing. Emboldened by

(05:01):
the fact that he's still watching, I draw the hem
of my T shirt up higher. Cool air grazes my
bare stomach, and I hold the material just over my breasts,
teazing at what might be beneath without actually showing him.
Mister Suit stalks towards the glass. Oh yes, there's definitely

(05:22):
a bulge under that towel. His eyes are so striking
blue that I'm captured for a moment. He's much closer now,
his face still shadowed by the dim light inside. There's
no balcony outside his bedroom. They stagger the rooms here,
and his bedroom shares a wall with my living room.
That means the balconies is spaced apart, probably so the

(05:45):
residents don't feel any other's pockets if they're both outside.
But it means I can't hear him. The double glazed
windows keep all the sound inside. His mouth moved. But
I'm two dazed, delip reed. But then I catch one
word more He wants more? Am I really going to

(06:11):
do this? Give a stranger a peep show? While anyone
else could come outside and see it's late, Everyone is
getting up early for work tomorrow. Nobody else will see you,
won't they. I swallow mister suit nods more, biting down

(06:33):
on my lip. I dragged the T shirt higher up,
exposing my naked breasts to the night air into mistress suits.
Hungry gaze my nipples peek at the shock of the
cool breeze, and my sex clenches when I see his reaction,
that single flame sparking and catching a light, creating an inferno.

(06:55):
Holding the fabric with one hand, I let my other
hand roam over my stomach and up to my breast, squeezing, pinching.
It sends arrows of excitement through me, heating up my
blood and creating a dull pulse in my sex. I
feel powerful like this, in charge and beautiful and naughty

(07:18):
and brave. Mister suit slips apart, and I imagine the
sound coming out of him, letting my mind fill in
the blank so I get the whole experience. I've never
done anything like this before, so brazen and bad, but
it feels so good, so good, morey mouths. I dip

(07:45):
my hand over my stomach and toy with the waistband
of my underwear. There's a little bow right below my knavel,
and I dance my fingers over it before snapping the
elastic against my skin. But I don't want to be
the only one playing this game. If he wants more,
then I need to show a faith. I need to

(08:06):
know I'm not the only vulnerable party, and nod toward
him to where he's holding the knot at his waist.
His eyes darkened and he reaches down, squeezing himself through
the fluffy fabric. I almost go weak at the knees.
The side of him handling himself is insanely hot. Not

(08:26):
to mention, he looks like he's got quite the handful there.
I dip my fingers under the elastic of my underwear,
finding myself wet, am ready, the size of sound as
I brush over my clip, the tight bundle of nerves,
sending a jolt of pleasure through me. Oh God, am

(08:48):
I really doing this? I touched myself again, circling the
fingers of my most sensitive part in letting out a soft,
grown oh, not too loud, because I don't want anyone
else but mister suit to come outside and see the show.
It feels so good with his eyes on me, his

(09:12):
mouth slack, and his hand puming himself through the towel.
I wish it was his hand on me, and let
myself imagine what would have happened if he'd stayed and
stripped me out of my fishnets and my leather skirt,
if he'd taken me to bed and laid me down,
feeling the underwear from my body and sliding his hands

(09:34):
back of my thighs, thumb stracing circles on my skin,
getting higher, higher, so close. My eyes flutter shut, and
I must. I imagine his big body covering me, knees,
pushing my legs apart as he presses his lips to mine.

(09:59):
The fan he plays out in vivid color and a
tremor rips through me. Everything is wound tight like a coil.
I'm so close, so close. I apply the right pressure
and my orgasm breaks. Uh. Really is sweet and swift,

(10:28):
and I steady myself with one hand against the balcony railing.
When I open my eyes, mister is standing there, eyes
wild and cheeks flushed, and he's looking like a caged animal.
This is what you missed, I say, having no idea

(10:51):
if you understand, but I'll take that as my cute
to leave. Showtime is over and I'm feeling the warm
of pleasure knowing he's going to bed with me on
his mind. Let him regret walking out to see what

(11:12):
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