He was so pretty in fact that Doll snapped a picture of him with her phone one day and sent it to her best friend, Judy. A face and a body that awesome couldn’t be described in just words. Judy would need a visual.
The visual was Lenny, tall with a medium but muscular build. His hair was twisted into pencil-thin dreadlocks and hung just past his shoulders. He pulled them back into a ponytail while he worked. Lenny’s T-shirts—V-necks when he wore them at all—were fitted to his torso. They were so perfectly fitted Doll had to ball her hands into fists at her side to keep from reaching out to touch him.
Doll enjoyed watching Lenny from behind, though his back and ass weren’t even her favorite parts. She liked his eyes the most and his lips—they looked pillow soft—and his arms, they weren’t bad either.
Lenny liked to wear shorts, showing off his thick and hairy brown legs even when it was chilly out. For a while Doll thought he used it as torture for the warehouse’s poor female clientele, but through casual conversation Doll learned Lenny was actually more comfortable working in shorts. They were looser and gave him room to lift.
Secretly, she wondered what else he was making room for down there.
She knew one thing for sure, Lenny was too pretty to be handling and lifting; he had to know that. He was too gorgeous for the nicks and scrapes he got while working with the thorns and planks and lumber. He needed to be in front of somebody’s camera, truth be told, but he probably heard that all the time, which is why Doll never told him herself.
If she was going to tell him anything, it was going to be how much she wanted to ease him down on the concrete, right there in the back of the warehouse, and fuck him. How she wanted to wrap a fistful of his beautiful hair around her hand and tug on it. She could never have said, much less done, anything like that to her ex, and he wound up balding anyway.
But officially single, Doll was flirtiest when she was around Lenny. She was always sure to wear her highest heels and most leg-baring skirts. She always wore a smile and always had reason to lick her full lips.
She saw the way women and men looked at him. He had to be getting ass by the handful. But that didn’t stop her. After all, Lenny was the reason Doll had invested in a vibrator and actually used it. She used it so much it quit on her one night, and she had to buy another, two actually, just in case.
She wanted to tell him these things, but she knew it was best not to. You had to keep pretty boys at a distance and sometimes they needed taking down a peg or two.
Because pretty boys always know they’re pretty.
“Those tulips sure are lovely this year,” she said to him one day while he was loading up her van.
She often found herself saying something simple like that, something to fill the silence. If nothing else, it was something to provoke conversation so she could hear that velvety deep voice of his just once before she drove away.
“Yes, they certainly are.”
His voice didn’t disappoint. It was like a direct connection to her clit. She twisted on her heels, winding as if she had to pee.
Of course, lovely didn’t seem like the right word, not even for the tulips. They were more than that. They were vibrant and delicate, the stems long and the bulbs full.
They were perfection, just like Lenny.
Lenny thanked her for the compliment, as if he had grown them himself, smiling proudly with his hands on his hips. “You should take some.”
Doll shook her head. “Maybe next time. I’m good with my shrubs.”
And Doll dared to touch his arm, let her fingers linger a little bit in the tiny hairs that covered his butterscotch skin.
She thought she saw him sway a bit, almost lose his footing with the last bit of the shrubs. She liked that response but didn’t know quite know what to do with it, so she just left it there, got in her van and drove away.
Doll was standing in front of her refrigerator debating whether or not to have a glass of wine when her doorbell rang. She twisted her lips in preparation for the cursing out she had for whoever was on the other side of the door since she didn’t like unexpected company.
But when she opened it, there Lenny was in mercilessly formfitting jeans and a collared shirt.
He brought the vase full of pink tulips from behind his back and handed it to her so fast it almost slipped through her fingers, but Doll grabbed for it and held it tight, staring at the tulips instead of Lenny.
It took her a while to remember she had the ability to speak. “Wait, Lenny. I didn’t order these.”
But he had turned around by then and was already walking to his truck. He looked back over his shoulder at her and said, “I know,” and he continued to walk.
She guessed this was the time for her to call him back, to invite him in to have a glass of wine with her and thank him for the gesture or at least ask him if he had been stalking her to find out where she lived. And this was precisely why Doll shut the front door without saying a word.
Wasn’t that typical. He thought he could just walk that sweet ass up to her door, hand her some flowers and she would…what? Jump his bones right there in the foyer?
No, she wouldn’t be quite that easy. So, she took the vase of flowers and put it on the counter where they looked the best. She poured her wine and took it to her bedroom. Then she pulled her vibe from her nightstand, stripped off all her clothes, slipped the thickness between her legs and went to work.
Doll masturbated like a mad woman, thrusting and grinding against her Battery-Operated-Boyfriend.
Fuck.
She pushed her vibe in deeper.
Lenny was attempting romance and in the most obvious and cliché way ever. It was cute, but it wasn’t her thing, not anymore.
So why did it turn her on?
She switched the vibe’s setting to high and nearly screamed at the sensation.
Maybe it was because she turned him away, because she had the control. She wanted him when she said so. And damn it, she hadn’t said so.
That was why precisely thirteen minutes after Doll had let Lenny’s pretty ass get in his dirty truck and peel off down the road, she came hard on the vibrator, by her own damn hand.
Neither of them mentioned the tulip incident and it was best that way. They handled their business and went on their way. In fact, it wasn’t until two Thursdays later that Doll said more to Lenny than hello, thank you and good-bye.
“I wanted to get your opinion on something.”
He was almost done loading when she finally said it. “What’s that?”
He was very matter-of-fact. It wasn’t lost on her, but it still didn’t make her change her mind.
“On a bouquet I picked up from a street vendor. I figure you know quality just as well as me, and I wanted to know what you think.”
“Is it at your shop? I could stop by after work.”
“I have it right here, in the back of the van,” she said with a flutter of her fingers.
Lenny followed Doll around the van to where the doors were still open after loading. His eyes narrowed when he looked back at her.
“It’s in the front. Come on.”
She took her time following him so she could get a good look at that ass of his. She wanted to pinch it, and it was the very first time she had wanted to pinch anyone’s ass, but she resisted and climbed in after him, heels and all.
“I don’t see any bouquet. Did you drop it off already and forg—”
“Okay, so, maybe it isn’t actually a bouquet,” Doll bit out. “Maybe it’s just my pussy covered in red lace. Listen, Lenny, I’m not into tricks, but I didn’t know how else to say this. I want to fuck you in the worst way. Rough and hard, and I want to do it now.”
“But when I brought you the tulips…”
She held up her finger. “Now, do you want to spend ten minutes talking about the fucking tulips or do you want to drop your pants so that I can get that cock of yours in my mouth?” Doll was unwavering in her request. It had been a while, but she was s
till pretty confident in her…stuff.
And apparently she was right because just like that, Lenny dropped his shorts and his boxers. His body was as good as she thought it would be, and she had put it and him on a pretty high pedestal.
She probably wasted a good two minutes just looking at him, but then she remembered she needed to be quick and dropped to her knees.
Even his cock was gorgeous. It was thick, lengthy and smooth, and she took him whole between her lips. She tickled the head with the tip of her tongue, making Lenny rise up on his toes. She held on to his thighs to stop his rocking, to hold him steady while she licked, sucked and kissed his cock.
Looking up while she serviced him, Doll noted that while Lenny was pretty, his sex face was ugly, but even that made her hot, hot and wet. She couldn’t get turned on like this by herself, not even with the best porn or the strongest vibe, not even when she was picturing Lenny naked and in the shower.
No, there was nothing like the real thing.
Doll didn’t know many men who could last with mouth work like hers, and Lenny was no different, but she was damned if she’d let him waste an orgasm in her mouth, when she wanted to feel him inside her, wanted him to spill everything he had between her legs.
She stopped her oral stimulation and coaxed him down to the floor of the van. It wasn’t the most comfortable or ideal place for a romp but you couldn’t tell it by looking at him. He pulled frantically at her panties until he had moved them to one side. Her dress made for easy access. The skirt spread across either side of his hips as he guided his cock inside her.
Doll knew she wasn’t the smallest thing on the block, but Lenny handled her like she was light as a feather. And he appeared to be a breast man, bringing her toward him so that he could nuzzle his face in her fleshy mounds.
As Doll crouched over Lenny, riding his cock like a mechanical bull, she whispered in his ear. “This is where you belong, right here underneath me, not at my door like some rookie with an armful of flowers.”
Doll moved faster, thrust harder. She couldn’t take it easy on him, not now, not after he had gone all Cary Grant on her. She kept the fucking fast and hard. She felt the van rocking with the weight of their thrusts. She wasn’t worried about her knees, wasn’t worried about his back, she only wanted to draw out the strongest orgasm he’d ever had in his fucking life.
He tipped his head back and kept his eyes wide open, as if he were counting the ridges in the van ceiling. He bit his lips, and she grabbed his hips to bring him in deeper.
Poor thing, he would have scratches all over his golden torso from her fingernails and burns on his back from the carpeted floor. But those would be beautiful, too. She couldn’t wait to see.
She rocked her hips, back and forth and from side to side. His cock was a magic wand inside her, one that she controlled with her own motions.
He held two handsful of her breasts and squeezed, and she threw her head back from the pleasure. When he pinched her nipples, Doll she lost all control. She came right then and there, moving slower now, but steady, until Lenny came as well. But in the quiet of the aftermath, they noticed that behind them, standing between the open van doors was his boss, staring horrified at their naked asses.
Had the fucking free-for-all been worth the trouble? Well, Lenny would know better than anyone. After all, even after losing his job he had come back for more.
And maybe Doll couldn’t let it be either. Maybe she wasn’t made that way after all. And besides, a cock like his needed to be kept close by.
She was thinking of all this as she brought Ben into her office one afternoon for a meeting. “You’ve been good and loyal these past few years, Ben, I can’t deny that, but I’m going to be changing some things around here,” she said, leaning forward on her desk.
Ben nodded.
“I’m going to be bringing in someone with more experience, so I won’t need you anymore, but I’ll write you a damn good reference letter. Are we square?”
“Sure, Ms. Johnson, but do you mind if I ask you who you got to replace me?”
Doll pointed to the door and smiled as her man walked through. “Here he comes now. You remember Lenny, don’t you?”
The Masseur
Flora Dain
“Is this how you like it?”
Lily closed her eyes and drew in a long sigh of content. His rich voice flowed over her like warm silk. His hands felt even better—warm, supple, intimate. He was so sexy. She’d never seen anything like him. When he’d first touched her…pow. She thought she’d come on the spot. And he was still only on her shoulders. “Mm. That’s so good.”
“You’re very tense. Maybe a little more pressure here and here. How’s that?”
“Wonderful. You’re so good at this.”
She felt his warm breath on her back, like he was laughing.
“That’s what you pay me for.”
She unfurled her taut, bunched knuckles and tried to uncurl her toes, clenched into tight little bundles like a happy baby’s but the pleasure was too great. They wouldn’t budge.
What would he do to her lower down? How would she bear the pressure of his touch, the golden gleam of his smile when he caressed the sensitive places south of her navel and his warm hands found her shimmering skin?
The thought was already making her throb, making her wet. In fact everything about him made her wet. As he took control of her tense, quivering body she sighed again and yielded herself up to purest pleasure….
Landales was the exclusive new spa and country club just outside of town. Her stay was a special treat, paid for with the first installment of her divorce settlement and meant to ease her into her new singlehood and give her a breather from her hectic day-job before her life changed forever.
Like the masseur the massage came with the lavish facilities—and extras. She quickly suspected most of the women and maybe some of the men came with the masseur. Often.
Gunder Olsen was tall and blond—well built, well honed and good-looking. When he was around the sun seemed to shine, the ship seemed to steady. He had fair Viking hair that gleamed gold in the sun and blue Viking eyes that darkened to charcoal when he got excited—which wasn’t too often, being on the cool side of Nordic. But when he touched you…
He drew the women like flies. Lily suspected he brought Landales a lot of customers. As a newcomer here she was more than willing to take everything on offer, including all the hidden extras. And if massage came in the form of Viking divinity so much the better.
“You can turn over now.”
She lingered on his arm as he half lifted, half shifted her onto her back and stood looking down at her, solemn and perfect. “You’re still very tense. You have a beautiful body.”
Whoa. Did masseurs say that? Her eyes widened.
He was smiling as he watched for her response. “It’s true. You work out?”
“Never.” She wanted to giggle.
“I could put you on a program. Just to tone the muscles here and here.”
She moaned as he touched her lower abdomen, running his fingers over her soft skin, making her tingle.
He was watching her intently now, Thor brewing the storm. His voice deepened. “You permit?”
She nodded and held her breath as his hand moved lower, scooping away her modest towel and searching deep into her groin. “This arouses you?”
“You think?”
He knew it did. They’d performed this ritual every day since she’d got here. First her arms and hands, then her legs, back and breasts, and now her pussy. It was like he knew how much she wanted it, how much she needed his magic touch to grant her release.
To start with she’d been embarrassed. He’d leaned over her and explained in his rich dark voice and his light foreign accent that she needed to relax and he could smell her, he knew she was aroused. It was nothing to be ashamed of and in his professional opinion she needed relief badly.
She still blushed at the memory.
Now he p
aused, his fingers already inside her, his eyes dark as graphite. She felt a trickle of juice down the inside of one thigh.
“Is this okay?”
Should she let him do this? Was it allowed? Did it cost extra?
She held his gaze, his eyes dark as night now. Was he aroused too? “It’s wonderful. But—” She broke off, a little pink. She’d thought about this.
His lips flexed like she’d said something funny. “But—what?”
“Only if you want to.”
He grinned. “Know what? That’s the best offer I’ve had all day. Lie still, Lily. Part your legs for me.”
She closed her eyes. She was close already and getting closer, her climax building under his expert touch. She was about to burst into bloom like a cactus in the desert…. With a sob she arched under his hand and gave herself up to his fingers and their glorious gift of release…. “Yes.” She shrieked out loud at the intensity of it and lay entranced, buffeted by its aftershocks, letting rapture lap over her in waves of heat that ebbed away leaving her glowing and content.
She opened her eyes and felt a tear trickle into her hair. “Forgive me, I’m so sorry. It’s just—it’s been so long….”
“Hey. Don’t apologize.” In seconds he’d hoisted her upright and put his arm round her. He folded his other hand around her breast and squeezed gently. It was startling, hot and yet somehow comforting. He laid his cheek against hers and she caught a whiff of his cologne, citrus mingled with something darker, feral.
“I know. I can tell. Don’t cry. If it feels good we do it, okay? If it makes you relax we do it. Whatever it takes. That’s why you’re here.”
She nestled against him, relishing his embrace. Their hour was almost over. Soon another woman would be lying here, moaning for more under his magic touch…. Lily suppressed the thought. Who was she to argue when a Viking god ordered her to come? Why spit in the wind?
That evening there was dancing. The staff and guests mingled, glamorous in formal dress. Lily had slipped into a simple sparkly top, slim leggings and extra makeup.
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