by Eden Davis
In the bathroom, Livia readjusted her curls as she gazed at herself in the mirror. She bit her lip and smiled, trying to determine what about that move seemed to thrill Mitchell so. And then she saw. It was a tempting mix of innocence and allure. The perfect “good girl gone naughty” smirk. Liv stayed a few more minutes and practiced her new signature grin, building muscle memory in her mouth for future reference.
One more coat of lip gloss and Livia was ready to go see what the evening, and Mitchell, would bring. She headed toward the door, turned the handle, only to find him waiting on the other side.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, with an “I dare you to say no” fire in his eyes.
Livi gave him one of her practiced smiles in response, while mentally checking numbers five (one night stand with a stranger) and six (sex in a public place) off her list.
“Lock the door,” she said, not wanting to repeat Jasi’s error in judgment.
Not another word was exchanged between them, as their mouths were too full of each other for conversation. Mitchell decided it was his turn to prove himself as the ultimate cougar master. His lips pressed against Livia’s softly at first and then slipped down to pull her lower lip between his. He sucked her lip like he it was her clit before sticking his tongue in her mouth and giving her a preview of his hopes to come. His tongue jetted in, out, and all around, varying in speed and rhythm, and driving Livia into blissful madness. If he could do with his dick what he was doing with his tongue, Quincy was going to be a very happy vajayjay.
The sexy Buddha Bar lounge tunes piped into the restroom faded away as Mitchell’s mouth burned into Livia. This kiss held none of the polite pretense of their earlier kiss. This kiss was fueled by an overwhelming hunger in search of satiation. He began to dine on Liv’s eyes, nose, cheeks and earlobes before once again devouring her mouth.
Livia’s breath became short and labored as she instinctively pressed her body against his. She could feel the hardness on Mitchell’s thigh and it excited her. A whimper of desire escaped her lips, giving him cause to push forward.
Mitchell’s hand gave her breasts a grab and a squeeze before reaching up and pulling the orange tie around the back of her neck, releasing the bow and causing the front of Livia’s halter to fall away. She stood frozen with anxiety as he stopped what he was doing to stare at her breasts. As she’d been with the Fox, Livia felt self-conscious about her bosom, waiting for Mitchell’s reaction to her spectacular silicone breasts.
“You are beautiful, every bit of you,” he murmured in admiration, proving once again, that when it came down to doing the do, tits were tits, real or fake.
Mitchell lowered his head so his hands and tongue could inspect them up close and personal. He latched on, bathing her nipples in warm saliva, while simultaneously drenching her panties. He continued his erotic tongue and hand massage. Mitch nibbled and kneaded with practiced expertise until Livia announced her escalating excitement with a primitive groan. Encouraged, he lingered, pushing her breasts together and rolling both nipples gently between his teeth until Livia signaled her need to go further by arching her back and pressing her groin against him.
His hand lifted her dress far enough for his fingers to latch on to the sides of Livi’s panties and release them from her hips. He used his foot to push them to the floor and kicked them away. It was Mitchell’s turn to moan as his fingers reached between her legs and dipped into the well of her desire. The scent of pink boomeranged around the room, exciting them both. He used her peaches and cream to lube up her nib and massage it into near orgasm.
“I need you inside me now,” Quincy spoke through Livia’s mouth.
“My pleasure, baby.”
Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about. Finally a young stud with class, she giggled to herself.
Mitchell stopped hand fucking her long enough to pull a condom from his pocket and drop his pants to the floor. Livia watched with delight as he gloved his long, caramel-colored dick in latex. Taking him into her hands, she guided Mitchell into her salivating pussy. His hands grabbed her hips and he lifted her effortlessly off the ground. Livia leaned her back against the wall as she wrapped her long legs around his waist. As his thick rod penetrated her, Quincy and Livia’s breaths combined, releasing a gush of air into the room.
Together they rocked vigorously, his hands on her ass, their lips locked in a “can’t help the way that I feel” kiss between strangers. Mitch’s hard dick pounded the walls of her grateful pussy, awakening every sexual nerve ending in her body. After weeks of steady clit-teasing, she was primed and ready, and came almost immediately. They both could feel the powerful contractions of her pussy grab his member. Livia held the screams wanting to escape in her throat as she let herself be still and enjoy the delightful sensations running through her body.
“Yeah, baby. Let that shit go,” Mitchell encouraged her.
They were interrupted by a knock on the door. Livi felt her body jump as she broke out in nervous giggles. Mitchell immediately covered her mouth with his hand, smiling back at her as he continued pumping his dick into her.
“Be…right…out,” he called out.
The knowledge that only a one-inch plank of wood was keeping her from becoming a public spectacle excited her. She could feel Quincy revving up again, pushing and pulling the blood to her clit, wanting to detonate again. She ground her pelvis into his, feeling the ridges on his head rub up against all of the nooks and crannies of her pumped-up pussy.
“I’m gonna cum, too, baby. Right now. I’m gonna cum, too.”
With his hand still covering her mouth, Mitchell and Livi bucked up against each other, increasing the friction between them to the point of no return. Finally, his body shuddered, and Mitchell held Livia so tightly against him she could hardly breathe. As he withdrew, she let her legs slide to the floor, her heartbeat slowly returning to normal.
“Thank you,” he said, discarding the rubber full of his spunk.
“I should be thanking you,” Liv said, feeling the seeds of awkwardness begin to bloom. All this politeness felt odd, while at the same time sweet. Never once had her ex-husband expressed gratitude for experiencing an orgasm in her presence.
Knock. Knock. Knock, the rapid succession of knuckles on wood cut short their afterglow.
“Just another minute,” Mitch called out while they both scurried to clean up.
Livia chuckled in response as she scooted across the floor to retrieve her panties. Suddenly feeling shy, she tried to ignore the Mitchell in the room as she tied her halter straps around her neck, and fluffed out her blonde halo of curls.
“They’re standing outside. They’re going to know,” she said, turning to face this now familiar stranger and trying not to sound panicked.
“Probably, but who gives a fuck?” he said, giving her a big, conspiratorial smile.
“You’re right. Who gives a fuck?” she repeated, thinking that Jasi would be so proud of her right now.
“Ready?” he asked, his face wearing an amused grin as he reached for the knob.
Livia nodded and took a nervous inhale. Mitch opened the door and without making any eye contact, she walked past the same woman who had caught them kissing.
“Get a room,” the woman hissed as they walked by.
“And what fun would that be?” was Mitchell’s cheeky response.
Livia remained silent as she continued walking. She was such a jumble of divergent emotions. Exhilaration and confusion rushed through her head at once. Within the secret confines of the bathroom, the thrill of doing the forbidden had left her feeling sexy and liberated. But now, steps away from the restroom door, Liv felt the heat of embarrassment and second guessing burning away her excitement.
What exactly was the proper etiquette when it came to boinking a stranger in a public bathroom? What did Mitchell think of her now? And should she even care? Now that they’d done the deed, and both had gotten from the other what they wanted, what would they talk about? Just lik
e at Jessebelle’s, once the moment ended, Livia was back to feeling uncertain and embarrassed about who she was and what she’d done.
Mitchell and Livia sat back at the table and both downed their drinks—much needed refreshment after such an energetic workout. Mitchell took her hand and interlaced his fingers with hers. Livia allowed herself to become reacquainted with the feel of holding hands with a man. It felt so good it scared her, causing her to slowly pull her hand away. It felt right but for all the wrong reasons.
The silence between them while easy, was also nerve-wracking. Conversation was called for, but honestly, the less she knew about him and vice versa, the better. It was what it was—an intimate meeting between strangers, and that was all it was supposed to be.
“Mitchell, I think I’m going to take a rain check on dinner,” Livia said, still feeling awkward about her wanton ways, and thrown by the post-coital handholding. Mitchell had fulfilled his mission as her give into the moment, one-night stand. It was time to say goodbye. “My ankle is kind of bothering me.”
“Really?” he said, his disappointment broadcasting through his eyes. After such an exhilarating appetizer, Mitchell was ready for a full-course meal. “But I haven’t even tasted your peaches and cream, and you haven’t had the full-on experience of my pudding pop,” he joked with a nearly straight face.
The absurdity of his description caused a cascade of nerve-melting laughter from Livia. “No grown, self-respecting man should ever utter the words, pudding pop, when referring to himself,” she said between chuckles.
“You’re right, and I usually wouldn’t, but I’m just so upset. True, I don’t know you well, but I would have never figured you for the screw ’em-and-run type, Ms. Quincy Charles. I’m hurt and feel terribly used,” Mitchell told her, feigning anguish and dismay.
Livi smiled. His theatrics were amusing and effective. She could feel her resolve begin to wane. “I’m sorry. I certainly didn’t mean to make you feel used.”
“Well, you can make it up to me, by answering no to the following three questions.”
“I can’t wait to hear these,” she said between giggles.
“Number one: do you have plans for tomorrow night?”
“Uh…no.”
“Excellent. Number two: do you get seasick?”
“No,” Livia replied, her interest piqued.
“Number three: You won’t turn me down when I ask you to come with me to The Contessa’s party tomorrow night, will you?”
“The Contessa?”
“It’s a yacht.”
“Just the two of us?”
“No. It’s actually a big party sponsored by a well-known local, who also happens to be a friend of a friend. He’s invited all of us onboard to party with his party.”
“So this is one of the bachelor party events?”
“Yes.”
“I know what kind of shenanigans go on during a bachelor party,” she said with a crooked smile. “So, wouldn’t having a date be like bringing sand to the beach?”
“Maybe I want to bring you as my personal shenanigan. Please don’t say no, Quincy,” he begged, his words and eyes coming together in a perfect storm of flirtation.
“I’ve never been anyone’s personal shenanigan,” Livia replied, letting Mitchell know by her tone that the position appealed to her. The man. The boat. The list. How could she not say yes?
Mitchell smiled broadly as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “I’ll pick you up at nine-thirty. Wear white.”
“Okay, good night,” she said, once again reclaiming her hand before the butterflies in her stomach caused her to change her mind.
“You’re sure you don’t want me to come up and tuck you in?” Mitchell asked.
“I’m sure. Besides, it’s only eight-thirty. I’m not quite ready for bed.”
“Hey, the floor, the balcony, the shower wherever you want me to tuck you is fine with me,” he said, once again twirling her curls.
“Go join your boys.”
“You’re a mean lady, Ms. Charles,” Mitchell teased as they both stood and walked arm-in-arm through the lobby and to the front door. Just as it had when he’d held her hand, the subtle intimacy between them, while it didn’t feel forced, did strike her as odd. She and Mitchell, basic strangers, had just had sex in a public bathroom, and now they were strolling to the door like longtime lovers. Was this how Jasi and Lena and the rest acted after a “hit it and quit it” experience?
“Thank you again,” Mitchell told Livia, pulling her close.
Their lips met in a “to be continued” kiss before Mitchell climbed in a cab and closed the door. He watched Livia turn and walk back into the hotel, admiring her regal bearing.
As the cab pulled away, Mitchell threw his head back with a laugh. Quincy had said yes, like he knew she would. There was definitely a very mutual and very physical attraction between them, and he was going to take full advantage. She wanted to make love on a boat and he was going to make that, and any number of other feel good things on that list, available for her. Quincy Charles had stumbled into his life, wanting to fly her freak flag. He was the man to make her dreams come true. If nothing else, Mitchell Maddox was always ready and able to serve.
Mitchell looked out the window, happily blessing his good luck, and wondering who he thought he was kidding. The truth was that they’d both stumbled into each other’s lives. Quincy may be trying to find her inner freak, but Mitchell was in desperate need of restoring his swagger. Divorced less than six months, his cheating backstabber of a wife, Toris, had not only stripped him of most of his wealth, but nearly all of his damn ego. She’d left him gun-shy and homeless and wary of relationships in general. Here he was, a grown ass man, back at home with his damn parents. Celibate and jacking off to beat the band, simply because Toris had gotten into his head and convinced him that the only reason she’d strayed with their mutual friend was because he wasn’t satisfying her in the sack. So, whether she realized it or not, Quincy was the perfect anecdote for his sagging ego. A beautiful, older woman, grateful for the attention, and ready to play with no eyes on the future. They had two days to use and amuse each other to the best of their abilities, before going home and getting on with the rest of their lives.
All Talk and A Little Lipstick Action
The sound of her room phone ringing broke through Livia’s quiet snores, waking her. Opening her eyes forced Liv to leave the arms of her hunky dream lover and focus on the glowing green numbers on the clock next to her bedside. Three-seventeen a.m. Who in the world would be calling her at this time of the morning?
She reached out, her sleepy hand fumbling around in the dark until it located the phone. The receiver dragged clumsily across the nightstand and pillow until it reached Livia’s one visible ear.
“Hello?” she managed to squeak out past the cobwebs in her throat.
“I can’t get you off my mind.”
At the recognition of Mitchell’s deep and smoky voice, a chill ran down Livia’s spine.
OMIGOD! Is this a booty call, she wondered, suddenly fully upright.
“How did you get this number?”
“I called the hotel operator and asked for Ms. Charles. They put me right through.”
Close one! Quincy lives another day.
“I can’t sleep because every time I close my eyes, I see us in the bathroom and I get hard. You know, women like you turn me on.”
“Women like what?” Livia asked, hoping to learn exactly why Mitchell was ringing her in these wee hours.
“Bold, sensual, fun-loving women.”
Livia felt her sleepy lips lift in proud surprise. NEVER had she, or any man, ever used those words to describe her, especially when it came to sex. It was clear that Quincy had already made quite an impact, not only on Mitchell, but on Liv as well.
“And how do you know that about me?” she asked, intrigued that he’d read her that way.
“You vacation alone with a purse full of condoms.
You go solo on a nude beach, and when so moved, give into your desire with amazing gusto. I’d say your actions speak louder than any conversation, wouldn’t you?”
“Uh, yes, I guess they do,” Livia said, yawning to hide the embarrassment coloring the edges of her voice.
“Quincy, please don’t be embarrassed. Not around me. There’s no need. Like I said, you turn me.”
Again, Livia smiled. All he said was true, and like a potent, double espresso, his acknowledgment instantly melted her anxiety and put her libido on alert.
“Thank you. And I certainly could say the same about you. Bold. Sexy. Fun-loving, and a true gentleman.”
“Quincy.”
“Yes.”
“I really want to come over and finish what we started earlier tonight. Wouldn’t you like that, baby? To feel me inside of you again?”
Those last five words, spoken in Mitchell’s deep, buttery pillow talk voice, were both provocative and compelling. Fox had called her baby and she’d been offended. Mitchell said it and Livia could feel the walls of her pussy begin to sweat and her clit awaken. What was it about this man that made her ever ready to drop not only her Girl Scout ways but her panties as well?
YES! YES! YES! Quincy screamed.
“It’s late,” were the words that jumped out of Liv’s mouth instead.
This is you first official booty call and you’re trying to hang up?
“I know it’s late, but my tongue is craving all of the places it would like to taste on your body,” Mitchell’s sexy voice revealed. “I will put it anywhere you want it to go.”
FLIRT WITH HIM! Quincy demanded.
“Anywhere?” Livia asked, following both Q and Mitchell’s leads.
“Yes, baby, anywhere. Deep in your hot, juicy pussy or around the rim of your pretty ass. I’ll give those spectacular tits of yours a tongue bath and make your nipples stand up tall and hard until you scream for me to move on.”
Oh shit. This man…his voice…those words. Mitchell was a total provocateur. A boy toy assassin whose combination of playful enthusiasm and manly desires was a lethal combination. He was steadily, albeit softly, killing all of Livia’s residual inhibitions.
