Shane laughed uproariously. “That’s my girl. There’s a little box in the medicine cabinet. It’s my sister’s. She travels a lot, and whenever she passes through Detroit she stays here, so she leaves a little kit of things. The drawers have all sorts of girly shit in them. Help yourself.”
He kissed me quickly, squeezed my bottom, and left, pulling a cell phone from his hip pocket and hitting a speed-dial button.
The drawers did indeed have a very thorough supply of feminine-needs products. She had what I needed to take care of my old Aunt Flow, plus some makeup, a brush—which I wished I’d known about last night—and a top-notch hair straightener. I held the straightener in my hands, considering. I’d never really bothered with straightening my hair. I’d tried it a few times, but John never seemed to care either way. Now, about to start a new life with a complete stranger, I decided to go a little out of the box.
I straightened my hair, applied some makeup, and left the bathroom feeling sexy and fresh. My hair was now down past my shoulders, fine and shimmery and unlike any way I’d ever worn it. Shane had laid out my bra and panties, washed and dried, and a pair of jeans and leather bustier. They looked expensive, and just my size. I tried them on, and discovered that they did indeed fit me perfectly. I didn’t recognize the bold-looking blonde biker chick in the mirror, but I liked her.
Shane came up behind me and whistled, a low cat-call. “Damn, Leo. Look at you.”
I turned around. “I don’t recognize myself.” I ran my hands on the leather bustier, which was a little small, and thus made my already full breasts overflow. “Whose are these?”
“Yours.” Shane grinned, cocky and devilish. “I guessed at your size from your dress. I’ve been up since six, so I stepped out and bought you some clothes while you slept.”
My heart melted a little. It took some serious balls to buy a girl clothes, and talent to get it right.
“You’ve been up since six?” It was past noon, and I was still feeling woozy.
It didn’t help that I was feeling like I’d swallowed a watermelon with my nether regions. I was tender, but I relished the feeling, and looked forward to making myself sore all over again, as soon as I could. My gaze wandered to Shane’s bulge, and it was growing even as he looked at me. I wanted him then, and there was only one way to have him.
I approached him with a sway to my hips, feeling all woman and ready to take on the world. I touched his zipper with a fingernail.
He backed away, grinning. “No, no way. I’ve got to pack, and you’ve got to get a picture for your passport. I know a guy who can get them done quick. Our flight leaves at eight tonight.”
I chased him across the room until I had him backed into a corner. He gazed down at me, eyes burning.
“I thought you were...you know...”
I knelt down in front of him, unzipped him, and tugged his pants down so his lengthening cock sprang free. He gasped when I took him deep into my throat without so much as a warning.
“I am. That doesn’t mean I can’t do this,” I said, spreading my saliva on him, hand over hand.
He tasted clean and hard, like salt and skin and man. He came hard, and fast. I tucked him back into his pants and stood up, wiping my lips with the back of my hand as he leaned against the wall, gasping.
* * *
I’d never flown before, and I was nervous, gripping the seat arms with white-knuckled hands as the jet bucked and jerked to heavy turbulence.
Shane rubbed my leg, relaxed, reading a book. “It’s fine. It’s just some bumps.”
I glanced at Shane, wondering, not for the first time since boarding the plane, what exactly I was thinking, getting on a plane to Africa with a man I’d known less than two days.
What a wild ride this would be.
The End of Part One
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