Operation Sex Kitten

by Tess Summers

  “I didn’t bring my suit.”

  Shooting her a look that said whatever, he growled, “Do you think I’d let you wear it even if you had?”

  She laughed and conceded, “Probably not.”

  He took her hand and escorted her to his back patio. The little dogs ran through their doggy door and followed the two to the raised gazebo with a modern twist where his hot tub was. A bar and fire pit sat close by.

  She looked around and smiled up at him. “Wow, this is really beautiful.”

  “Thanks. The pool was built twenty years ago and hadn’t included a spa, so I added this area when I had the house remodeled.”

  Benches lined the enclosure that provided privacy from the rest of the yard. Travis set his beer in a cup holder on one of the tub’s corners and began flipping switches and pushing buttons. Soon, the jets were roaring to life while colored lights under the water came on, and music started playing as the gazebo lit up.

  Travis began to strip, and Ava stood enjoying the view. He had gotten down to his boxers and she’d only managed to kick her shoes off. The wine had taken its toll, regardless if she didn’t like it, and she was having a hard time concentrating on anything but her gorgeous date’s half-naked body in front of her. She was in awe of how attractive she found him. All of a sudden a little voice popped into her head that screamed, “Why the hell is he not out with Victoria Thornapple instead of you tonight?”

  “I’m going to grab a water,” she said as she turned to run back to the house.

  Getting a bottle of water from the fridge, she started letting the doubts creep in. She’d been doing such a good job keeping them at bay and then realized that she liked him. Really liked him. Poof. Hello, insecurities.

  Twisting the cap off, she then took a swig and found some gumption. Who knows why he’s out with me tonight instead of some heiress or model, but he is, so stop second-guessing, and accept it for what it is! We’ve been having a great time. Why wouldn’t he want to be out with me? I’m cute, smart, funny, and apparently good enough to fuck twice so stop with the doubting, get out there, and take advantage of the fact I am the one with him tonight. This is my golden opportunity to learn things—don’t blow it! I might not have another chance, so I need to get my ass in that hot tub and not squander another second worrying he’d rather be with someone else!

  Her pep talk was interrupted with Travis standing in the doorway in his boxers as the poodles ran past him and stood at her feet, staring at her. “Is everything all right?” He seemed genuinely concerned.

  She hoped she’d actually only been saying the words in her head and not out loud for him to overhear and think she was a lunatic who talked to herself.

  “The wine hit me all of a sudden and I needed some water. I’m okay now.” She smiled and took another drink from the bottle before scratching Ginger behind her ears and rubbing Fred’s face. Satisfied with her affection, they laid down on the floor as she walked past Travis and made her way back to the bubbling hot water. He followed her and got in the water while her back was turned. His boxers were on the bench, and he was leaning on the side, his chest against the wall and his arms draped over the edge. His chin resting on his hands, he made a point of letting her know the act of her undressing was going to be a show for him.

  To hell with it, I’m going to have fun and not worry about it. If he wants a show, I’ll give him a show.

  She turned away from him as she unbuttoned her jeans, then slid them down, bending all the way over while she did, blatantly drawing attention to her best asset. Then she ran her hands up her thighs as she stood back up, flipping her hair over her head like she imagined a stripper would do. She turned around to face him and slid one arm out of the green T-shirt he had picked out for her earlier. Sliding out of one side of her bra, then putting her arm back in the shirt, she repeated the process with her other arm. She made a production over the fact she was no longer wearing her bra when she held it in her outstretched hand and deliberately dropped it.

  He was shifting around in his seat, watching as if he were mesmerized by the show. The show that was even surprising her.

  She ran her hands over her body and squeezed her tits together over her shirt and stared at him. Theatrically, she squeezed and twisted her nipples while widening her stance before lifting her shirt a little. Instead of pulling it off, she put it back down then changed her mind and quickly lifted it back up to flash him her bare tits, shifting her hips back and forth before pulling it all the way over her head. Sucking on the tip of her index finger, she then traced it down her middle until she reached her underwear. She stretched the fabric away from her and looked down at herself, then back at him with a surprised look on her face. Putting her hand to her mouth as it snapped back into place, she bent at the knees and stuck her ass out, Betty Boop style. Turning back around, she pulled her panties to right under her ass where she used them to make her round booty jiggle up and down. She looked over her shoulder at him, smiled, then bent all the way down as she slid her panties to the ground. This time when she came back up, she brought her hand through her legs and slid her middle finger up and down her ass crack before slowly sliding it through her legs. Continuing to run her hands up the sides of her body, Ava shimmied until they came to rest on her tits. When she turned around, her hands were full of boobs, and she maintained eye contact with him while dramatically taking a wide step, intimating her pussy was spread and ready.

  Travis stood up, exposing a raging hard-on, and sat on the side of hot tub, growling, “Get that gorgeous ass over here now and give me a lap dance.”

  A lap dance!? She had no idea where this spontaneous striptease came from, or if she’d even been any good at it. She didn’t have a clue about how to give a lap dance!

  Screw it, I’ve come this far. She tried to think of any movies she’d watched that had a scene in a strip club. I can do this. She felt incredibly sexy and desirable simply by him having an erection while watching her and wanting her to continue her performance.

  She boldly walked up the steps and deliberately swung one leg over the side and paused to give a little peek of her pink pussy before swinging the other leg over. Walking along the water on the tub’s bench to where he was seated, she stepped down and dunked in the water, then slithered her wet body up his before straddling one of his legs.

  Okay, now what?

  Shoving her boobs in his face and squishing them together with his nose in her cleavage, she massaged his face with her tits. When he went to suck on her nipple, she pulled away and wagged her finger at him. Sliding back down his body, she briefly titty-fucked his cock before turning around and rubbing her ass up and down his engorged member. He reached around and placed both hands on her breasts, squeezing them and jiggling them in his hand.

  Putting her legs together, she slowly sat down on his throbbing erection. She was so wet that he slid right in her pussy, and she proceeded to move up and down on his cock by sitting then standing back up. This helped her grab his dick with her pelvic muscles as she rose off him. As she took control, he draped his arms over the side of the tub, closed his eyes, and threw his head back. She was feeling smug that she had him so excited when the realization he didn’t have a condom on hit her. Although she was on the pill, she knew he was quite the ladies’ man, so she stood all the way up and off him.

  She didn’t know what to do. She had gotten him worked up, but they were a long way away from a little purple square package, and Ava didn’t want to be a tease. Turning back around, she started to titty-fuck him again. As she massaged her boobs up and down his shaft, he seemed to understand her dilemma and started to slowly move his hips with her. She shoved her tits together and held still while he fucked them, then dropped her boobs and started sucking his dick, moving her hand up and down to lubricate him before wrapping her tits back around him so he could resume fucking them.

  She felt something cold hit her boobs and saw he was squeezing oil onto his erectio
n and into her cleavage. Where he got the oil, she had no idea, but as he glided with ease between her mashed-together breasts, she didn’t care.

  She could tell he was getting close and seemed unsure what to do. Their playtime earlier had been a little naughty, but she knew he was too much of a gentleman to blast her in the face with his load without her permission. Letting him off the hook, she whispered, “I want you to come on my tits. Come all over them!” He happily obliged her by glazing them with more cum than she thought he was going to have, considering he’d already orgasmed twice in the last twenty-four hours. She was a champ and smeared it all over her oily breasts like a porn star.

  “You are so fucking amazing,” he said in appreciation. She felt amazing. Being the object of his lustful desire not only emboldened her, it turned her on.

  He reached between her legs and felt how wet she was, then gestured to her cum covered boobs. “Do you want to clean off first?”

  “No, I kinda like it.” Good grief, what must he think of me?

  He gave her a sexy smile. “It’s a good look for you.”

  He started stroking her up and down the entire length of her labia. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

  She knew tomorrow she wouldn’t believe he had been telling her the truth, but tonight she was going to accept it.

  “You make my cock so fucking hard.”

  That she knew was the truth.

  He found her clit and started working his magic. “Did it turn you on, dancing for me? Knowing your body was driving me crazy?”

  She moaned in appreciation and encouragement for what he was doing to her. He dropped to his knees and started fucking her pussy with his mouth while his hand continued pleasuring her magic knot.

  “You taste incredible,” he said before shoving his tongue back in her.

  She gasped at how wonderful that felt. She had been turned on to start with and it only took minutes of him plunging his tongue in and out of her while attentively manhandling her clit before she got that wonderful sensation she was about to climax.

  Her noises and breathing must have let him know because he started to plummet his tongue deeper in her with a fury. Soon she came all over his face, and he lapped it up like it was champagne dripping from her pussy.

  She grabbed a towel that was hanging nearby and wiped her chest, then between her legs before sitting down into the bubbling water. He sat beside her holding her hand while the water swirled around them. Ava put her head against his shoulder, closed her eyes, and sighed. “This has been the best date I’ve ever had.” She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek while whispering, “Thank you.” He held the back of her head and kissed her gently on the mouth before putting his forehead to hers. “Mine too.”

  For the second night in a row, she fell asleep in his arms feeling satisfied and content. She could get used to this.

  Chapter 9

  IT took Ava a second to realize where she was when she woke up in the morning. She looked over at Travis sleeping next to her, his arm around her naked waist. For a few minutes, she studied his features and thought about how good looking he was. He had a tiny scar between his nose and mouth, another going vertically through his eyebrow into his forehead, and fine lines around his eyes. His imperfections somehow seemed to make him more perfect to her.

  She eased out from under his arm and made her way to the bathroom, where she ran her fingers through her hair and took a tissue to her smudged eye makeup before brushing her teeth. She thought about slipping back into bed and staring at him some more but decided to see about making breakfast for them instead.

  Finding their clothes from last night in a giant heap on the floor, Ava grabbed his black T-shirt and placed it over her head. She couldn’t seem to locate her panties amongst their garments, so she pulled his underwear from the pile, slid them over her hips, and made her way to the kitchen.

  Fred and Ginger heard her rustling around as she filled the coffee pot and came from the laundry room to investigate. Kneeling down to wish them a good morning with a good behind-the-ears scratch for each, she then returned to the task of making breakfast. She opened the fridge, trying to figure out what to make. He had eggs, that was a start. Fishing around, she also found cheese, peppers, and mushrooms.

  What goes with omelets? Toast?

  Opening the pantry, she couldn’t find any bread. Maybe there was a breadbox? She surveyed the kitchen and found what she was looking for. Now all the ingredients were out, she just needed to find a frying pan and where the toaster was located, and she’d be in business.

  After finding the frying pan, she realized she’d forgotten to get the butter out. Fred and Ginger whined as if to tell her they were concerned about her cooking abilities.

  “Hey!” she told them as she opened the refrigerator, “I’m not that bad!” She found the butter and closed the fridge. In the kitchen hallway leading to the laundry room stood a woman, and Ava let out a scream.

  She noticed the woman had dog leashes in her hand.

  “I am so sorry to startle you!” the woman cried. “It’s okay. I’m Kay, I take care of Fred and Ginger for Mr. Sterling. I came to walk and feed them.” The poodles dancing at the woman’s feet was a good indicator she was telling the truth.

  Just then Travis came rushing into the kitchen, tying the belt of his blue terrycloth robe around his waist as he did.

  “Are you okay?” he asked Ava, his voice filled with concern. He hadn’t noticed his dog walker yet.

  Kay spoke up. “I’m afraid I scared her. I had no idea you had company or were even home. I am so sorry.”

  Travis let out a deep breath after realizing there was no cause for alarm.

  “Shit, Kay. I forgot to text you last night. I apologize.” He looked over at Ava, who had regained her composure. “Ava, this is my dog walker extraordinaire, Kay. Kay, this is Ava.”

  Ava noticed he didn’t have a title for her. How could he? What would he possibly call her? One-night stand that has led to an entire weekend? Friend? Lover? Girlfr—

  Don’t go there, Ava.

  “Nice to meet you, Kay. Sorry I screamed.”

  “I would have done the same thing,” the other woman replied.

  Ava assessed Kay’s age as probably five or six years older than hers. She dressed the part of a dog walker—sweats, sweatshirt, and tennis shoes. With shoulder-length mousy brown hair that had a few stands of gray intermingled throughout and a little bit of makeup, she was attractive in a dowdy sort of way.

  Fred and Ginger were impatiently rearing up on their hind legs at Kay. “I better get these two on their walk before they have a heart attack.”

  She clipped their leashes on and was out the door.

  Travis surveyed the ingredients on the counter with raised eyebrows. “What have we got here?”

  “Well, it’s the makings of omelets and toast,” Ava replied.

  Travis pulled out a cutting board and started to expertly dice up the vegetables, then went to the fridge and pulled out some other ingredients to add to the eggs. In no time he had everything in the pan over the stove.

  “You can make the toast.” He winked at her.

  They sat down under an umbrella at the patio table and started eating.

  “This is really good,” Ava complimented him. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m impressed.”

  “Impressed? That I can cook? I’m a forty-year-old bachelor with a gourmet kitchen; of course I can cook.” He laughed.

  Of course he can cook. He’s freaking Mr. Perfect.

  Kay came out to the patio, and Travis offered her some breakfast which she happily accepted. When he went inside to prepare her a plate, she apologized again to Ava.

  “I had no idea there would be anyone here. There wasn’t a strange car in the drive, and I’ve never seen anyone in the kitchen on my morning visits before.” She stopped talking when Travis stepped out the door carrying a plate
of food and a glass of juice.

  “What are you ladies talking about?” he asked as he placed the dishes in front of his dog walker.

  “I was telling Ava again how sorry I am. That you never have company so—” At that moment, she realized she had said too much. Travis looked at Ava and smiled.

  As they were eating and chatting, they started to watch the dogs chase each other around the yard. They were entertaining. Fred had something in his mouth that Ginger was trying to get, and he was trotting around the area after escaping her attempts to steal it, teasing her.

  “What does he have?” Travis asked.

  “I’m not sure.” Kay whistled and the dog immediately came to her. “What do you have, boy?” She tried to get whatever it was from him, but he resisted her attempts at getting him to drop his new found prize. Finally, Kay pulled it from his mouth and held it up. It was Ava’s underpants.

  Ava snatched them from her with a mortified, “Oh my God!” She felt her face turning beet red.

  Travis started laughing. “Well, that explains why you are wearing mine.”

  Ava was so embarrassed she wouldn’t look up at either of them. Travis leaned over and kissed her cheek and put his hand on top of her hand that was gripping her wadded-up panties. “Babe, if it makes you feel any better, they steal mine all the time too.”

  That knowledge didn’t make her feel better, but his calling her ‘babe’ did.

  Kay watched the tender moment between Travis and Ava before standing up. Balancing her empty plate and glass with one hand, she pushed in her chair with the other and said, “Thanks for breakfast. I’m going to feed the furballs then head out. Do you need me to come back tonight?”

  “No, I think we’ll be around. We’ve got it covered, thanks,” Travis told her.

  We. That made Ava’s heart skip a beat.