Wet Ride (Toys-4-Us)

by Cayto, Samantha

  It was stupid to even think about. They were too different to ever really click. Best to leave alone any notion of trying out her toys with him. She slipped the items back into their bag and hid it away once more in its drawer.

  * * * * *

  Friday morning came before she knew it. It always did, busy people didn’t have time to notice the time. This week had been different, though. While work was the inevitable grind, the last several days had included something completely out of the norm. They had included Kevin. He was there at her door before she finished her breakfast and there at night to great her when she dragged her tired ass back home. He was never without his easy smile and smoldering good looks. His strong body was encased in casual work clothes that were always clean but always revealing too, all of his beautiful and impressive muscles on display. In the heat of San Antonio, she was the weird one in the house with her tailored suits and stiff shirts.

  They would have made an odd looking couple if anyone had seen them. Of course, no one had. They were always indoors, working around each other in a strange sort of domestic tranquility. Sometimes she stood inside the bathroom and chatted with him for few minutes while he showed her what he had accomplished that day. The renovations were coming along at a quick pace. It would be finished in another few days. Kevin did fast work, but it was well-crafted and beautiful. She couldn’t be more pleased with it, although his speed meant she would soon be alone again.

  She had decided sometime around Wednesday night that she wasn’t going to fight her growing attraction to the man. She stood mesmerized every night watching his strength and grace and enjoying the low, smooth timber of his Texas twang. No amount of air conditioning could cool her body. When he left in the evening she would strip down, lie in her bed, slip two fingers between the folds of her labia and imagine it was him and his fingers wringing the quick climax out of her. She had even taken her toys out, applied liberal amounts of the cream and stared at the cuffs and flogger, pretending they were in use. It wasn’t much, but it was all she had.

  Except it wasn’t enough. As she let herself into her home, she lugged a couple of bags of groceries, including a six-pack of a local brew the clerk at the store had recommended. Although beer was not her drink, she bet it was Kevin’s. Her purchases included steak and potatoes, which she assumed he’d like as well. She certainly had nothing against good, red meat, and if her plan went awry, then she’d gorge herself on the food and the beer and cry into her pillow.

  She had decided to take a chance on a one-night stand with Kevin Brandt. Perhaps it was only projection on her part, but she thought he perused her with a certain amount of interest when they spoke. He had not only taken the time to talk to her, he had also stopped what he was doing and looked her in the eye. A spark of appreciation had shown through his gaze, she was sure of it. His slow, easy smile held invitation, too. Either that or she had become so pathetically lonely she was seeing things. It was time to find out. If she was wrong, he would be done the following week and out of her life. No big deal, nothing awkward.

  Her heart beat furiously in her chest as she took off her jacket and let loose a couple more buttons on her blouse. Grabbing a couple of beers, she wrenched off their tops and headed for the bathroom.

  * * * * *

  Kevin tried to concentrate on putting his tools away and not on the sounds coming from the other room. Emily was home. His pulse had sped up as soon as he heard the front door open. It had been the same every day that week. Every morning he looked forward to her greeting him at the door and every night he listened for her coming home. He had without even realizing it at first slowed down his work in the late afternoons so that he would still be there when she returned. Even when he was in his own home, he had thought of her, dreamed of her, pumped cum out of his cock with her face in his mind’s eye. The northern gal had wormed her way into his head with that single meeting on Monday. He hadn’t even bothered to go to his favorite club all week. Playing with another woman held no appeal. He wanted Emily, plain and simple.

  He stood and stretched the kinks out of his back and looked around. It was almost finished. The plumbers and electricians were done. The project had progressed faster than he had wanted. Each day, however, when Emily saw what had been accomplished, her face lit up with joy, and that was worth the price of admission. Making this woman happy stirred him emotionally and physically. Anticipating her reaction to the vanity he had added today made his cock swell. It wanted to play with the luscious Emily in the worst way. If he didn’t act quickly, as in tonight, he might miss his chance.

  Light footsteps caused him to turn towards the doorway, and there she was. Her hair was down, swinging below her shoulders in shiny waves. She had taken her jacket off and he could see her breasts clearly. Her tailored shirt molded them so their round fullness was on full display. With the top few buttons undone, he could also see the gentle swell of tantalizing flesh. In her hand dangled two cold bottles of beer. In her eyes he saw both invitation and uncertainty. He reveled in the first and wanted to quell the second. This night was going to end exactly as he had hoped.

  “Please tell me one of those is for me,” he said gesturing towards the beer.

  Emily smiled shyly making his heart do a slow roll in his chest. “Yes, I thought given how it’s Friday and hot, you could use one.” She offered a bottle, her slender, manicured fingers gripped the sweaty glass.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he replied. His fingers touched hers briefly as he took the bottle from her. “It’s a fine idea, thank you.” He took a healthy slug, appreciated that she had gone high end, and welcomed the coldness sliding down his suddenly dry throat. The coolness of the brew did nothing to quell the fire building in his belly.

  They stood in companionable silence for a few seconds before her gaze lit on the vanity. “Oh!” she exclaimed and her delighted smile hit him low in his gut. His cock and balls tightened as if she were showering them with such attention. “It’s beautiful.” She stepped over to the counter and ran her hands over the smooth rose-colored granite. “I love it.”

  Kevin took another long pull of his beer, draining the bottle. He wanted her stroking him with such appreciation. If he played his cards right, she would. Instinct told him to take it slow. A sophisticated woman like her was hardly looking for a man to press her against the counter, slip off her pants and fill her pussy with hot cock. At least not without a meal and a bit of conversation first, maybe not even after. If he spooked her, he was toast. With as much a casual tone as he could muster, he moved next to her.

  “I’m glad you like it.”

  She turned to him, looking a bit startled by his proximity, but she didn’t move away, which spoke volumes. “I love it. I love everything you’ve done,” she added with a sweep of her arm. “Looks like you’re almost finished.”

  “Yes, ma’am. I have a few things left with the shower, and then we’re done.”

  She looked at the shower wistfully. “I can’t wait for my first grotto experience.” She giggled a bit, making him realize how young she still was. “It’s what Sue calls it.”

  “It is big,” Kevin agreed. “You’ll love the dual shower panels. They’re positioned to spray you from both ends and have a lot of settings, everything from gentle massage to surrogate lover.” Oops, where had that come from? “Way to play it cool, Kev.” He winced. “Sorry.”

  She took a small sip of her beer. It was obviously not her drink of choice which meant she had bought for him. “No apology necessary. Wet vibrator was what I was going for as I am obviously unattached.” Now she gave him an apologetic look over her risqué comment. Before he could reassure her he wasn’t shocked, she continued. “If you don’t have any other plans, I was going to make dinner. Nothing fancy, steak, baked potato, salad, and ice cream for dessert.” She looked at him over the top of her beer. He could tell she was nervous. Asking him to stay for dinner had taken guts. He admired courage and boldness, so he reassured her quickly.

  With h
is broadest smile, he said, “Sounds like the perfect meal for a Friday night. I’d love to join you. Thanks.”

  Her answering smile showed her relief. “Great.” She reached for his empty bottle and it gave him another chance for their fingers to brush. Such little contact, and yet his body responded as if he’d touched a live wire.

  He coughed to hide his response. Too much, too soon and this evening would end in a bad way. “Mind if I use the guest bath to wash up?”

  “Not at all. I’ll start on dinner.”

  She turned to leave, giving him an excellent shot of her high, round ass. He had no trouble picturing it quivering under his expert control. He could imagine flogging the creamy skin, making her squirm and beg for more, controlling all the power emanating from her beautiful and feminine body. And, if he didn’t get himself under control, his head might explode all over the dinner table. He waited until she was gone to close his eyes and get a grip. Cold water and lots of it were needed and fast.

  * * * * *

  Having thrown the steaks onto the broiler, Emily slipped back to her room to change into something more comfortable. She tried to block out the sounds of water running in the guest bathroom. She tried not to picture what Kevin was doing in there. As near as she could tell, he was taking a shower, not just washing up his hands and face. Knowing what he was doing meant conjuring up pictures of his body, wet naked, hard. His cock perhaps jutting out in invitation. His large calloused hands gripping her hips as he pressed his rod against her pussy, pushed it in, pumped it until she begged for release. No, such thoughts were not going to help her get through dinner.

  She quickly changed and stepped in front of her full length mirror to assess her looks. She had on a fitted tee and shorts, both of which hugged her body in provocative ways as she intended. Her feet were bare because she felt comfortable cooking that way, and she was glad she had taken the time to get a pedicure. As a final touch, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. It wasn’t sexy, but it was also easier to cook with it back and it made her look younger. She wanted to look younger and more vulnerable tonight because she wanted to encourage Kevin to take control. Asking him to stay had been hard, but she was used to being in command and doing the hard stuff. She hoped, however, it was the last take-charge thing she would do tonight.

  Returning to the kitchen, Emily immersed herself in the familiar tasks of cooking and almost missed Kevin approaching. He was across the dining area, so far from the counter where she tore lettuce into a bowl. He stood watching her, his hair wet and slicked back, his chest and feet bare. All of his perfect muscles, from his bulging biceps, to his round pecs, to his six pack abs were on display for her to admire. A light sprinkle of dark hair stood out on his chest and trailed down into his jeans. The worn denim hugged an impressive package. She had no doubt it was his intent that she get a good look at him and weigh his worth. He should be locked up in Fort Knox as far as she was concerned.

  He gave her a slow grin. “I hope you don’t mind I took a shower. And I hope you’re not offended if I keep my shirt off.” He made a face. “As dirty as it was, I couldn’t stand the thought of putting it back on.”

  Emily stood and stared, her fist mangling a piece of lettuce. Words failed her. Her mouth dried up and her brain froze. She watched him saunter towards her, around the dining counter, and across the kitchen area to where she stood. His movements were slow and easy, giving her plenty of time to object. She didn’t. She couldn’t. His eyes were mesmerizing. She waited for him to do to her whatever he wanted, knowing instinctively it wouldn’t be anything she didn’t want, trusting him even though she had known him for such a short time.

  He stopped beside her. His hand came up to cup the back of her head and pressed it towards him. Bending his neck, he met her half way and put his lips against hers. His flesh was warm as he coaxed her into a kiss. It was simple and sweet.

  “If I’ve overestimated the meaning of this invitation, please tell me now,” he said when he broke contact. “No hard feelings and a continued appreciation for the delicious smelling meal you’re preparing.”

  In answer to his question, she went up on her toes to return the kiss before turning back to her salad. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and anticipation. She couldn’t stop the smile of satisfaction that popped up on her face. “Please help yourself to another beer, or if you prefer, I’ve switched to iced tea.”

  She heard the refrigerator door open, saw out of the corner of her eye how he refilled her glass and popped another beer open for himself. She felt his presence when he leaned against the counter and watched her fumble her way through the salad and turned the steaks. She tried not to show how aroused she was from the small attention alone. Her nipples jutted out against the soft cotton of her tee in a state of arousal, her clit ached against the fabric of her shorts. She squeezed her thighs together to shoot a brief spark up her core. Moisture beaded her forehead and it was only partially due to the heat of the broiler. Getting through dinner would be hell, yet the excitement building inside her would be even more thrilling for the wait.

  His voice weaved magic through her body when he spoke. “At the risk of sounding sexist, I have to say I’m pleasantly surprised to see how much a hot-shot businesswoman is comfortable in the kitchen.”

  She gave him a wry grin. “I pride myself on both my business and domestic skills. I just rarely have the chance to cook given the hours I keep.”

  “I can imagine,” he replied, his gaze fixed on hers. His look was predatory in an arousing sort of way. It promised wonderful things to come. “Too bad you don’t have a grill. This is the perfect Texas night for cooking outside.” He looked out the sliding doors that led to the backyard. “You have enough space to put in a nice barbeque pit.”

  She shrugged. “Probably not worth the cost or the effort given how little it would be used.”

  “If you had a Texas man around the house, it’d get used plenty.”

  Her heart stuttered to a halt before picking up the beat again. Oh, wow, was he volunteering for the job? It was a ridiculous notion given their short acquaintance. Besides, other than a physical attraction, they had little in common. A one-night stand was the most they could expect. As if sensing he had said too much, Kevin dropped his gaze and focused on his beer. With a weak smile and an inward sigh, Emily got back to finishing dinner.

  Chapter Three

  Kevin enjoyed the fine meal Emily set before him and forced himself to take it slow, keep it light and breezy. He had practically proposed earlier with his barbeque remark, moron that he was. Lucky for him she hadn’t taken any notice of it. They sat at her dining room table, eating, drinking, laughing and getting to know each other better. The tension that came from awkwardness had slowly dissipated. On the other hand, the tension that came from sexual interest mounted. It was a strain to concentrate on the food and conversation and to ignore the way her simple top hugged her pert breasts with their hard nipples inviting him to touch and tease. Or to forget how well her shorts molded her hips and ass and showcased the plump flesh between her thighs.

  They were eating dishes of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce. His brain struggled to focus on her words while his eyes watched her pink tongue lap the desert off her spoon. A fine sheen of sweat popped up on his shoulders and back even with the air conditioning blasting away. If he didn’t make a move soon, he might scorch the nice chair he sat in. Putting down his spoon, he reached over to cover one of her hands with his own.

  Emily had been saying something about her life in Boston. The words died on her lips when he touched her. She dropped her gaze down to their hands before raising her eyes again. “You’ve probably guessed already that I tend to be the kind of woman who takes charge,” she said in a sultry voice. He could tell from her tone how much he affected her. When he nodded, she licked her lips and continued. “Tonight, I’d prefer it if you lead the way, if that’s okay with you.”

  He gave her his most disarming smile. “It’s fine
by me.” He clasped her hand and raised it to his lips. He placed a chaste kiss on her inner wrist. “I like being the boss in bed. I’m very good at it, Emily. I’ll take good care of you, I promise. And we’ll take this as slow as you want. If I do anything you don’t like, anything that makes you uncomfortable or even afraid, if I hurt you, tell me. I’ll stop immediately. You have my word. I understand how you don’t know me very well and you’re the one taking the greatest risk. But I pride myself on taking good care of my women, and tonight, if you’re still willing, you’re mine.”

  He saw something change in her expression, a softening, a yearning. “I’m willing and I trust you, and...” She stopped and swallowed visibly. Her gaze dropped to her lap. “I’ve been thinking lately it might be kind of fun to be controlled, a little.”

  Kevin buried the groan threatening to erupt at the revelation. How did he get so lucky? Had this powerful woman just confessed to him a secret fantasy to be dominated? He shoved his chair back and stood up, pulling Emily gently to her feet as well. Gathering her body to his, he kissed her as sweetly as he knew how. She melted into his embrace, inviting him to deepen it. He circled his arms around her and slanted his lips. His tongue pressed into her mouth and tasted the last of the chocolate sauce. As he swirled around her warmth, chasing her tongue, mating with it, he moved them towards the bedroom.