by Anita Kidesu
“Good idea.” Once she had the machine powered up, she rose, and came to him.
“Where were we?” she said, slipping her arms beneath his flannel shirt and around his waist.
Even though she hesitated, he enjoyed it when a woman knew what she wanted.
Jon stepped backward until the back of his knees hit the edge of a folding chair. Once seated, Reenie straddled him, and the heat of her pussy seared through their clothes. His cock fired back to life.
He ran his hands under her shirt. Before tugging it over her head, he hesitated and looked into her shining eyes. “You sure? We just met.”
To his and his cock’s great relief, she nodded. “I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
Jon pulled her shirt over her head and tossed the garment on the floor. He held her sides and slid his thumbs beneath her bra until they touched her hardened nipples. He smiled at her quick intake of breath. “You’re so soft. So hot. So sexy.”
He withdrew his hands and fingered the straps before easing them down her shoulders. As much as he wanted to tear the offending piece of material from her and suck, lick, and nip at her breasts, he also wanted to savor the moment. He caressed the tops of her breasts with his forefingers.
Reenie moaned and wiggled her shoulders. The bra cups slid down her breasts and caught on her nipples, revealing more delectable skin.
Maybe next time, he would be able to savor the moment; right now, he only wanted to taste. As he lowered his head, he breathed in her scent—musky mixed with vanilla. His cock twitched. With his tongue and teeth, he pulled her bra away from her nipples, licking each one as he urged the fabric to her waist. He stared at the most perfect set of breasts he’d ever seen.
Reenie crossed her arms over her chest. “They’re small.”
Jon uncrossed them. While not the largest he’d ever seen, her breasts weren’t small. He cupped the bottoms. “They’re beautiful.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Absolutely gorgeous,” he added, moving to the other one.
Reenie arched her back and put her hands on the back of his head, pressing her pubic bone against him. Her moans echoed through the room. “God, that feels so good.”
“Tastes good, too.” He needed to see more, sample more of her. “Stand up.”
“Nooo.”
He smiled at her whimper. “I want to see and feel all of you. Can’t do that sitting down.”
Reenie’s reluctance to move sent his ego spiraling. Obviously, she’d been enjoying his ministrations. With a sigh, she finally stood, putting her crotch at his eye-level.
“Is this what you wanted?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.
“Hell, yeah.” He pulled her hips to his face and huffed a deep breath over her jean-covered pussy. He couldn’t wait to put his mouth on the real thing.
****
Reenie held back a moan. Oh. My. God. The sensations this man was creating. Everything he’d done so far was erotic and sexy. He didn’t just rip her clothes off—which would have been all right, too—but teased her with his fingers and tongue. And blowing on her pussy through her clothes was the best thing ever. Well, not the best thing. That would be him blowing on her naked, aching pussy.
“Clothes. Too. Many. Clothes,” she said, her breath erratic with need.
Bart stood and yanked off his flannel shirt, getting his hands stuck in his cuffs in his rush. He finally tugged hard enough to send buttons flying across the floor. They would be on their hands and knees looking for them later. He pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing muscled shoulders, a slim waist, six-pack abs, and dark hair veeing down into his jeans. Saliva pooled in her mouth. It would be worth the bruised knees.
Bart hooked his fingers in her belt loops and tugged her until her breasts flattened against his hairy chest. He unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. Except for their jeans, there was nothing between them. Nothing but hot skin against hot skin.
With a gentle tug on the tie twisted around the end of her braid, Bart released her hair and swept his fingers through it. The tightness at her scalp eased. He caressed her bare back and raked his fingers through her hair, cupping her scalp. It was as if he was making love to her hair. Her eyes drifted shut. If she weren’t so turned on, she’d fall asleep.
“I wanted to do that since I first saw you,” he said against her temple. “I knew your hair would be thick and soft.” He leaned back and pulled several curls over her shoulder, swirling them over her nipple.
The strands created electric currents shooting from the tip of her nipple to her pussy. When he repeated the process with the other nipple, she sucked in a gasp of air. Why was something as light as her hair creating havoc with her body? She shuddered.
“Your nipples are so sensitive.” He leaned down to take one in his mouth.
Bart was going too fast. She wanted to savor the sensations he was creating. Draw them out like it was the last spoonful from a dessert of ice cream she didn’t want to end. “Wait.”
He raised his head and frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. There isn’t one thing wrong with what you’re doing.”
“Then why do you want me to stop?”
Reenie cupped his face and kissed him. “I don’t want to come yet. I don’t want to come until we’re both naked and on the bed.” She ran her hands down his shoulders and arms until she linked her fingers with his. “Come.”
“Turn the music up first.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want old Al out there hearing you moan when I make you come.”
Holy shit. “How loud should I turn it up?”
“Loud.”
Reenie shuddered. Her legs went weak, and her pussy quivered. Would she be able to walk across the office floor to the bed? In the second it took to wonder, Bart reversed their hands, and like a lamb being led to slaughter, he pulled her behind the screen. The hinges creaked when she opened the closet door.
“That’s the bed?” he asked, pointing to a fold-up bed, bent in the middle. “I’m not sure I can bend like that, but for you, I’ll do it.”
Laughing, she pulled the rollaway from a closet and unhooked the side brace bars. “Help me open this.”
They each took an end and yanked at the same time. Before the mattress flopped down on the spring, something fell to the floor.
“What the heck is this?” she said, picked up a box. “Ewww.”
“What?”
“It’s a box of condoms. A half-empty box of condoms. Why the heck would they be here?”
“Uh, Reenie?”
“Yeah?” She looked at his raised eyebrows. An image needing to be banished to the ends of the Earth entered her mind. Her mother? Not possible, was it?
“Shit.” She dropped the box on the floor and kicked it with her toe. Several small packages slid under the screen. “I. Do. Not. Want. To. Know.”
“She’s an adult. Clearly an adult who has an active sex life.”
Reenie slammed her hands over her ears. “La la la la la…”
Bart’s chuckles didn’t do anything to get rid of the visual running through her head. Her mother had had sex on this bed?
He stood before her and pulled her hands from her ears. “Don’t let this ruin the night.”
He urged her hips against him. His erection throbbing against her stomach brought her back to why she was here. She wanted him on top of her, his cock pumping in and out of her pussy.
“You’re right.” She rubbed her breasts against his chest. “Let me find a sheet. Mom keeps extras here.” Now she knew why. Stop. Don’t think about her mother and other men. Reenie kicked a condom package across the room as she pulled a sheet and a pillow from a closet. She snapped the sheet across the mattress. Bart took one end and tucked it in while she did the other.
“There,” she said. “Not quite like home…”
“But it will work,” Bart finished for her. “Now, where were we?” He shot her a look that sent need
les of anticipation through her. “Oh yeah,” he continued. “We were getting naked.”
He was like a ballet dancer, all sleek and fluid as he pulled his wallet from his back pocket and set it on the floor beside the bed. He kicked off his loafers but left his socks on. Her eyes widened as he unbuttoned his jeans and eased them over his hips until they hit his feet. His erect cock tented against his green-and-purple paisley boxers.
Green-and-purple paisley boxers? If she wasn’t so turned on, she’d giggle at the sight. She licked her lips. His cock bounced against the fabric. If the tented boxers were any indication, Bart was endowed, well endowed. Wow. Wow. Triple wow. Reenie’s pussy muscles contracted, and her clit seemed to hum and vibrate.
“Like what you see?” Bart asked, his deep chuckle sending ripples of desire through her.
She turned her gaze from his crotch to his face. His eyes seemed to reflect the same emotions rushing through her—longing, passion, and anticipation.
“Heck, yeah,” she answered, returning her gaze to the boxers as he ever-so-slowly eased them down his legs.
With each inch, more of his incredible cock was revealed. The velvety tip with the slit dripping pre-cum. The ridge she wanted to slide her tongue over. The pulsing veins. And finally, his balls, nestled tight against its base. When the boxers dropped to his ankles, he kicked them aside and stood before her in all his glory. Perry hadn’t been nearly as big. It had been a long time since she’d been with her ex, and there’d been no one since.
Reenie reached out to touch him, to rub her breasts against his furred chest. To grind her pussy against his cock. To her dismay, Bart grabbed her wrist.
“Don’t touch me yet. If you do, I’ll come.” He nodded at her jeans. “Your turn.”
Even though she’d been standing bare-chested before him, her stomach fluttered, and her heart raced. She wiped sweaty palms down her jeans. He seemed to like her breasts. But what about the rest of her? What if her stomach wasn’t flat enough or her hips were too bony? What if he thought her pussy was too hairy? She didn’t go for shaving or waxing her pubic hair like some women did.
What if her legs were too long? Perry had always teased her about her legs, saying they were like a giraffe’s—long and spindly with knobby knees. The hell with her ex. Jon’s eyes seemed to be devouring her as his cock bounced against his stomach.
Taking a deep breath, she took off her sandals, and slid her jeans down her hips and legs until they hit the floor. So far, so good—his cock hadn’t shrunk at the sight of her. All that was left were skimpy underpants that barely covered her. At his nod, the slip of fabric landed beside her jeans.
“Holy fuck, woman.”
Reenie crossed her arms over her stomach and pussy. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like what you see?”
Bart licked his lips and took a step closer. “How can you ask that? You are absolutely beautiful. Your legs are long enough to wrap around me twice.” He ran a finger through her pussy hair. “I’m so glad you haven’t shaved.”
“I…I thought men liked shaved women.”
“Hell, their legs, not their pussies.” Bart crushed her into his arms. His kiss became demanding as his hands roamed across her back, ass, and up her sides to cup her breasts. As his tongue dueled with hers, she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think about anything but his cock as it pressed to her stomach, his hands caressing her nipples, his balls teasing her clit. Her legs were like the tentacles of a jellyfish, fluid and wavering.
“I can’t stand anymore,” she said, breaking the kiss.
Bart backed up a few steps until his legs hit the bed. He sat down, laid back on the pillow, and swung his legs onto the mattress, all while holding her. He urged her to inch up his chest until her breasts were level with his mouth. Through the veil of her hair surrounding them, she watched as he sucked first one nipple then the other, teasing, nipping, and sucking until she thought she would scream with the sensations raging through her.
Reenie pressed her clit against his cock, rubbing back and forth until her body was ready to shatter into tiny pieces. Her skin seemed to spark.
“I’m not sure how long I can hold out if you keep that up,” Bart said against her breasts.
Reenie let go of the ball of need building in her and bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming in ecstasy. Her body throbbed as her pussy clenched for something bigger, harder. Her insides coiled tighter and tighter. As if he knew she was ready to explode, he captured her mouth with his and buried the moan threatening to erupt.
Reenie lifted her head from Bart’s and tried to catch her breath. Light filtered through her hair, making thin lines on his face.
He swept his hands over her hair and from her face. “That was beautiful to watch, but it’s time for more. I’m ready to explode.”
“Believe me, I couldn’t agree more.” She reached down, picked up his wallet, and handed it to him. “Why are you frowning? We need a condom.”
“Shit!” Bart threw an arm over his eyes. “I don’t have any condoms in my wallet.”
Reenie nearly groaned in frustration. “Why the hell not? I thought that’s what men do.”
“Maybe some do, but not me. I don’t go around planning on having sex with every woman I meet.”
“I should hope not.” Bubbles of joy burst through her; she wasn’t just some easy pick up. But it wouldn’t have been surprising if a man as good looking as he spent the majority of his time in bed with a different woman. “How about your jeans?”
“No.” He raked his fingers through his thick hair. “I didn’t leave home thinking I would be having sex tonight. I don’t suppose you have any in your backpack?”
Reenie laughed. “Um. No. Wasn’t planning on sex, either.”
“I promise you I’m clean.” His voice sounded like a child begging for another piece of candy.
“So am I, but I’m not on the pill.”
“We’re screwed.”
“I wish,” Reenie said, pushing herself up to sit on the edge of bed. Having a one-night stand was not in her nature. If she was to see Bart after tonight—and she sincerely hoped she would—the first thing she needed to do was see her doctor to get her prescription renewed.
“What about your mom’s…?”
“Don’t even go there,” she interrupted. “I never, ever want to think about my mother having sex, let alone using her condoms.” A thought came to her. “Do you have any money in your condom-less wallet?”
“Sure. Why?”
“Maybe they have condom machines in the men’s room.”
Bart sat and swung his legs to the floor, sitting beside her, their thighs touching. “That’s ridiculous. We can use one from the box.”
Reenie shuddered but wasn’t sure if it was from the contact of their legs or thinking about her mother. “I don’t want to use one of my mother’s condoms. What if she notices one is missing?”
“You can buy some and replace it.”
“I’ve never bought condoms before.”
Bart frowned, nudged her shoulder, and smiled. “Never?”
Reenie shook her head. If they didn’t do something soon, the moment would be lost. She glanced at Bart’s lap. By the looks of his cock, he was still primed and ready to go. What the heck. Would her mother even miss one condom? She was so not going there.
Bart slid to the floor and got on all fours.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Looking for a damn condom. Did you have to kick them so far out of the way?” He crawled to the screen and swiped his hand underneath it.
The sight of his ass sticking in the air, his balls dangling between his legs—well, she didn’t know whether to giggle or be turned on. When they swayed as he moved across the floor, she slapped a hand over her mouth. Probably not the wisest thing to laugh right now.
He looked over his shoulder at her. Had she made a sound?
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She took a deep, cleansing breath to cle
ar the bubbles rising up her throat. Oh, Lord, she was going to lose it. “Let me help you look,” she said, standing and walking to the other side of the screen. She’d just have to suck it up and forget where the damn things had come from. And the sooner they found one, the better. She didn’t cherish the idea of getting dressed and possibly bumping into Al again in her search for a condom machine.
Reenie bent over and picked up the small box. Several condoms dropped to the floor. There were others scattered around the room, under the desk, and leaning against the leg of a chair. She sure hoped they’d find them all. She picked one up, but before she rose, Bart came up behind her.
“Now that’s a sight to make a man beg.” He held her hips and brushed his cock against her ass.
His heat nearly seared her skin. They’d better get him covered before they did something stupid and not use the condom. She turned, stepped into his arms, and rubbed her clit against the base of his cock. She dropped the foil package into his hand.
“Smart woman,” he said, sweeping her into his arms, carrying her around the screen, and placing her on the bed. He stretched out on top of her and pulled a nipple into his mouth.
Her pelvis arched against him as the now-familiar spikes of electricity raced to her core. Thank goodness, Mom has condoms.
****
Thank the Greek gods for Zelda’s box of condoms. Jon rolled his tongue over her nipple, drawing it into his mouth before switching sides. It hadn’t taken long to realize Reenie had incredibly sensitive nipples. They tasted good, too. But right now, he had a more pressing issue, and it was aching and pulsing against Reenie’s stomach.
With his legs inside hers, he pushed himself up and sat back on his thighs. Reenie licked her lips as he tore open the condom package and slid the rubber down his cock. How he’d love to have her tongue sliding over his cock just like the condom slid down. Hopefully, the next time. If he had his way, there would be a next time.
Jon urged her legs apart and settled between them, the tip of his cock brushing her slick opening. Resting on his elbows, he caught the quick intake of Reenie’s breath. “Okay?”
