Big Spankable Asses

by Lisa G Riley

  “Oh my God, you are nasty!” she said and laughed so hard she made him laugh along with her. “Dark blond hair and dark blue eyes, huh?” He heard the question in her voice.

  “I’m white. Does that make a difference?” He held his breath waiting to see if it mattered to her.

  “Nooo, not really.” She dragged out the word and he thought he’d lost her. He knew that she was black and it didn’t make a bit of difference to him, sexy was sexy. In fact, the image of how their flesh would look naked, white skin against chocolate-brown, was as enticing as hell, but he didn’t know how she felt about the racial difference and waited to hear what she’d say.

  “The whole size twelve shoe thing would make me not care one way or another, even if color were a consideration,” she said and he laughed along with her, relieved.

  They spoke a few minutes longer before she yawned and apologized. Josh glanced over at the time on his alarm clock and saw that it was almost eleven o’clock.

  “Oh man, I didn’t know it was so late. I’m sorry. I’d better let you go,” he said, strangely reluctant to get off the phone with her, but it was late and he didn’t want to keep her up longer. “Lilliana, I’m looking forward to seeing you on Saturday.”

  “I am too, Josh.” He loved how soft her voice was and how shy she sounded one minute and the next would say something hilarious and off the wall, like calling him a nasty ass, he thought and laughed. He didn’t think he’d ever heard someone say that before.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Nothing. I’m just looking forward to meeting you…”

  “Me too. I’m looking forward to meeting you as well,” she said.

  It sounded to him as though she were surprised at how she felt. “And seeing for myself just how spankable that ass really is. See you on Saturday, Lilliana.”

  He heard her light gasp as he hung the phone up and he smiled in anticipation. He sank down lower in the bed and allowed his mind to bring up images of her.

  He could recall how good she’d smelled, how smooth her skin felt when she’d bumped up against him in the crowded elevator, how lush her breasts had looked as he sneaked a peek down her ample cleavage.

  As he thought of her breasts, how big and firm-looking they were, he allowed one of his hands to lay on the bed near the outside of his thigh, while the other went to his crotch and smoothed a hand over the hardening length of his dick.

  He wrapped his long fingers around the length, and began to work the engorged shaft in short, smooth movements, his thoughts centered on Lilliana Michaels. With his eyes closed, he imagined how good it would feel if her small hands were stroking him.

  His balls felt tight, filled with cum as he thought of what he would like to do with her, to her, if she’d allow him to. How he’d like to feel the tight walls of her channel clamp down on his dick as he ground into her from the back, holding on to her soft curves the whole time.

  He’d do her really slow…doggie style, in order to get a good look at her from the rear, fully enjoy the way her ass would jiggle with each thrust of his dick, each slap of his balls…each stinging slap of his open palm against her lushness.

  She’d be surprised at first, but she’d like it. He’d make sure of it. With each stroke and retreat of his cock, with each stinging slap to her ass, he’d make sure she liked it. He’d play with her clit, rub her feminine juices up and over her nub while he stroked into her tight, hot snatch.

  Damn.

  Just thinking of how good it would feel, how snug she’d feel wrapped around him, sent blood rushing to his head. He could feel the orgasm bubbling up with each stroke of his hand up and over the hard length of his erection, the pre-cum on the bulbous tip moistening his palm.

  He groaned out loud as his body took over, his mind no longer able to handle the mental stimuli of imagining what it would be like to make love to the woman he was quickly becoming obsessed with.

  His body demanded release, until finally, with one final stroke, he let out a long, harsh groan. “Lilliana!” he yelled.

  With his heart pounding, eyes closed, palm cupping his semi-erect penis, Josh knew he wouldn’t be able to wait long to make her his own.

  No way in hell.

  6

  Lilliana had awakened the next day with her hands buried in her crotch and realized she needed to go back on the Pill.

  That was her waking thought as soon as she’d opened her eyes. After speaking to Josh on the phone Thursday night, coupled with the hot-as-hell dream she’d had where an unknown man had rocked her all night long and she’d woken up playing with herself, she knew she’d better get on the Pill. If Josh looked half as good as he sounded on the phone and as long as it had been since she’d gotten some…she just might be tempted to let him do what he insinuated he wanted to do to her.

  Now, approaching their designated meeting spot outside of the Children’s Museum—it didn’t get more public than that—she allowed the nerves she’d been feeling since their phone call to take over. The day after their communication, she’d debated telling Lee about it, but had decided to wait. She was nervous enough as it was. She didn’t need him teasing her, adding fuel to the flames of her nervousness.

  They’d agreed to arrive at the Pier at lunchtime, but she had to rely on public transportation to get her there. Lilliana didn’t want to take any chances and miss her connection so she’d arrived an hour before their designated time. She’d used the time to walk around.

  Couples strolled around the large, popular attraction walking hand in hand, families, teenagers…it was an eclectic blend of Chicago natives as well as tourists.

  She sat down at the bench and instantly started scanning the crowd after she glanced at her watch. Her eyes came in contact with a man as he sat with a small package in his hand and she glanced away after a heartbeat.

  He looked familiar, she thought, and her gaze went back over him, from top to bottom. When he turned around and looked at her directly with his dark blue eyes, she knew it was him. He hadn’t even begun to do himself justice when he’d told her what he looked like.

  He was tall, she could tell, even though he was sitting down. His face was carefully formed as though he were crafted from an artist’s rendition of a perfect man, with deep-set, navy eyes that were surrounded by dark, thick eyelashes that no man had a right to have. He had lean cheeks and an aquiline nose that was saved from perfection by a slight bump in the center. Nicely shaped lips, not too thin, and the bottom lip was a bit fuller than the top, and a shade lighter than his tanned face. Lord have mercy! She felt like a cat in heat just looking at him.

  This had to be Josh. And boy, was he fine. And familiar looking. When he smiled and stood, and she caught a flash of a deep dimple, she knew it was him and obviously he’d figured out that it was her. He picked up his package and walked toward her. When he reached her he held out his hand.

  “Hello, Lilliana?” He asked the question in his unmistakable, deep, do me voice.

  She smiled and stood, allowing him to help her to her feet. “Yes, I’m Lilliana. You must be Josh.” Lilliana went to shake his hand, but he pulled her to his tall frame and gave her a light hug instead. He smelled like a combination of outdoors and the sea. Did he have to look good and smell so good, too? she thought. Come to think of it, he looked…familiar, but she was too nervous to figure out why. She stepped back quickly once he released her.

  He allowed her to and asked, “Have you been waiting long?”

  “No, not really,” she said. “Actually, I got here early on purpose so I wouldn’t be late. I took the bus and it’s been a while since I’ve been out this way. I didn’t want to chance being late.” She felt like a teenager, nervous and jittery.

  “I wish I’d known that.” He smiled down at her and a deep dimple flashed in his cheek again.

  Lilliana forced herself to calm down, and not act like a schoolgirl on her first date. He grasped her arm and guided her through the throng of people, toward the entrance to
the Children’s Museum.

  “Why’s that?” She cleared her throat when her voice came out high and squeaky.

  “I arrived early too. Didn’t want to chance missing you, either,” he laughed and put her at ease.

  They walked inside and Lilliana felt like a child again as they walked around, examining the statues and the variety of exhibits in the museum. “Wow, this is amazing! I’ve never been to a children’s museum this large before.”

  “You’ve been to a lot of them, have you?” he asked.

  “I’ve been to a few. I kind of like them.” Actually she’d been to more than a few. She loved museums, particularly children’s museums. The few times that she and Marcus had traveled outside of Southern California, she’d always go hunt out the local museum. When she’d look for a children’s museum, Marcus would either make fun of her or harass her and tell her she’d “better not be getting any bright ideas about having kids.”

  As if.

  So she hid her embarrassment that she secretly loved museums, particularly children’s museums, from him.

  “If you tell either one of my older brothers I’ll flatly deny it…but I love them as well,” he told her and she laughed with him.

  “Your secret is safe with me,” she promised, and her ridiculous embarrassment was eased with his light statement.

  “When was the last time you were out to the Pier?” he asked her as they milled around the special exhibits.

  “Oh, it’s been a while. Not since I left Chicago,” she replied softly, caught up in checking out the dinosaur expedition exhibit.

  “You’ve been away from Chicago? Where did you go?”

  “Actually, I’ve only recently returned. Chicago is home. But, I’ve been away since I was a teenager,” she said.

  “Oh really? So you’ve been away for a few years.”

  “It’s been more than a few,” she said. “It’s been over fifteen years!”

  “What do you mean, over fifteen years?” He looked so puzzled that Lilliana felt like laughing.

  “I left when I was seventeen. I’ll be thirty-three in November.” The look on his face was so comic that she felt like either hitting him or kissing him for the obvious surprise.

  “You don’t look a day over twenty-five!”

  “Well, thank you. But I definitely feel almost thirty-three. How old are you?” She suddenly knew she wasn’t going to like the answer, from the look on his face.

  He didn’t answer right away.

  Josh was thinking that she was even prettier up close where he could get a good visual of her. Her creamy, cocoa-brown skin looked so smooth he had to stop himself from reaching out to caress her cheek to see if it was as soft as it looked.

  Josh had arrived at the Pier an hour earlier than usual, so that he wouldn’t miss seeing her when she arrived. He didn’t want to take any chances on missing her. When he’d spotted her, that curious clenching he’d felt in his gut came back again, this time stronger than before.

  Each time he’d caught a glimpse of her at work, she’d been dressed in a long skirt or flowing dress of some kind. Now she was wearing capri jeans, a striped halter, and tall wedge heel sandals and because he didn’t want her to think he was a pervert, he’d tried his hardest not to stare too hard at her body.

  But damn.

  There was only so much a man could take.

  Her jeans were soft and molded her round ass and thighs and showed off the perfection of her figure. Although she had a nice sized butt, her waist was small, and he already knew she had great breasts, as the blouses he’d seen her in at Longmire showcased them to perfection. However, in the halter she was now wearing, they jiggled just enough to make him salivate.

  She was hot as hell and he didn’t think he’d be able to be noble and allow her out of her deal.

  He’d known she was nervous about the date and had decided not to press the whole “big spankable ass” thing, but that was before she showed up looking so gorgeous and lush in those tight-fitting jeans, showing off her big spankable ass. Now, things had changed.

  He smiled and finally answered her question. “I’m twenty-eight,” he said. He noticed the disappointed look cross her face, stopped walking and lifted her chin lightly with his forefinger. “And age has nothing to do with what I have planned for us. For today,” he amended.

  He knew the smile he gave her wasn’t exactly…sweet as he took her arm. The quick, nervous-looking glance she threw his way as she accepted his arm confirmed that.

  “Did you have a good time?” Josh smiled and asked, coming to a smooth halt outside Lilliana’s small cottage. He cut the engine on his low-slung Jaguar and turned to face her.

  “Oh my God, I had a wonderful time, Josh,” she said sincerely and enthusiastically.

  Lilliana didn’t know the last time she’d had so much fun. After they’d started walking and talking—and figured out that they worked at the same place—she’d become more and more comfortable in his presence.

  They’d gone through the Children’s Museum before heading off to the Make a Bear store, where they’d both created bears. Lilliana made hers totally retro, complete with seventies leisure suit and pink fedora hat. When Josh looked the bear over, he’d laughed and said he looked like Huggy Bear from Starsky and Hutch. Lilliana laughingly agreed although she simply had to tease him about not being out of diapers when the show came along. He’d given her a slight smack on the butt in retaliation that had surprised them both and Lilliana had felt a crazy thrill with the tap.

  After the whole smack my butt and I might like it incident, as Lilliana thought of the occurrence, the rest of the day had been carefree, with him amusing her with his observations of the visitors at the park and the occasional time he’d slip in something serious, like when he mentioned seeing her at Longmire, Lieberman and Strauss.

  “Don’t you work at Longmire?” he’d asked casually as they waited in line for the carousel at the Pier.

  “Yes, I do. I thought you looked familiar. But I didn’t know how to ask.” Lilliana turned to him and carefully scrutinized his face, not quite sure what she was looking to find in his eyes.

  “I think I’ve seen you in the elevator a time or two, as well as the cafeteria,” he said and casually wiped the corner of her mouth, where she had a remnant of caramel sauce from the caramel apple he’d bought for her earlier. Lilliana almost wet herself when he had the nerve to casually place his thumb in his mouth and lick the sauce away, as though it were no big deal. And then winked at her. Once again, like all of this was normal.

  “I think that’s where I’ve seen you as well,” she stuttered and felt crazy. Here she was, a grown woman, totally thrown off because he licked his thumb after wiping her mouth and winked at her. So what if it was the sexiest thing any man had done to her in a month of Sundays?

  “Which department do you work in?”

  “I’m in the admin area…what about you?”

  “Management,” was all that he’d said. The subject of the job hadn’t come up again, until later when he’d asked her if she’d allow him to take her home. It was dark and he didn’t want her to take public transportation.

  She’d agreed, knowing she was setting aside one of Simone’s rules. But her every instinct told her she was safe with Josh. When he’d guided her toward the valet section of the parking garage and led her to the late model Jaguar sedan, she knew that he’d left out how far up in management he had to be to drive a car like the one he was driving.

  The drive home, much like the day, was enjoyable and Lilliana was reluctant to see it end, something she hadn’t been expecting.

  He’d casually flirted with her, often touching her lightly on the arm, the small of her back, grabbing her hand and running with her toward the Ferris wheel like a kid. Throughout the day he was so casually affectionate towards her that she didn’t even try to tell herself she didn’t like his touch. She loved it, along with the attention he showed when she shared information about herself with
him, smiling and carefully listening to her as though she was the only woman in the world.

  Not once had she caught him eyeballing some hot young thing at the Pier. Not once did his eyes wander from her to some other woman while they were walking hand in hand toward the next exhibit. The man was smooth. And not superficially smooth like Marcus had been.

  She’d known him for less than six hours, but she knew he wasn’t the slick type. At twenty, she’d been too young to recognize the fake slickness in Marcus’s game.

  At the age of thirty-four she would run ten thousand miles away barefoot in the snow if she saw it coming her way in any other man. She and Josh had established a connection from the first time they’d really looked at one another, in the elevator ride at the firm.

  She hoped he was feeling the same way. He had to have felt the connection as well. She pleaded to the powers that be in heaven that this wasn’t all one-sided.

  “I’m glad, Lilliana. I don’t know the last time I had such a good time,” he answered her question and began to lower his head toward hers. She knew what was coming and felt the tingle in her belly as she waited impatiently for his mouth to connect with hers.

  Joshua saw the way she waited for his kiss and pulled her unresisting head gently toward his, both palms on either side of her face. He covered her pretty, plush lips with his and groaned.

  He knew her lips would feel like this, soft and edible. He placed nibbling kisses over her mouth before he pulled away and licked the seam of her lips, forcing her to open her mouth. When she willingly did, he inserted his tongue inside and licked the inside, searching for her warm, willing tongue.

  “Ummm, oh god,” she mumbled around his lips.

  He pulled away from her and smiled before he took her bottom lip in between his and gently tugged on the fullness. He loved how soft they were, how good it felt to caress them.