She moved her right hand down her belly, beneath her thong and between her lower lips so she could slip her fingers over her throbbing clit. Soft caresses. Not enough to excite or satisfy. Just idling the engine as Dane liked to say.
Her slick slit coated her fingers in liquid arousal in seconds. Keeping her touch light turned out to be more difficult than she’d thought it would. A little lower and she could stuff her fingers into her channel and let her screams of pleasure call Jaime to her. There wouldn’t be any question about the situation then. Just clothes being pulled out of the way so he could replace her fingers with his dick.
She nibbled her bottom lip as she trailed her fingers lower, debating. Petting her clit—long, slow, even strokes—won out. Let Jaime finish his work first. He prided himself on a job well done so his clients would recommend the company he worked for.
He moved to the backyard, pushing the mower along its back-and-forth path, only stopping long enough to wipe his face or take a swig of water. Her ran through the bottles she’d given him before he was half through. Naomie saw that but didn’t move, didn’t stop what she was doing. She let him come to her, let him get close to the glass back door so he could see her fondling her body.
Jaime’s gaze bounced between her breasts and the hand between her legs. He couldn’t see what her fingers were doing, the front of the thong hid it, but she was sure he could imagine. The bulge tenting the front of his pants said he imagined just fine. He tapped his empty bottle against the glass.
Naomie released her breast first, pulling her hand free and then holding her waist while she took her right hand out her shorts. Her fingers were wet, obviously so. Thin lines of moisture connected her fore and middle fingers like webbing. No denying what he saw, not that she was going to.
She pushed off the island and went to the cupboard to get three more water bottles, making sure to grab each with her right hand. Jaime was grinning when she opened the door to him. “More water, right?”
“Yeah. Thanks.” He flipped the bottle in his hand under his arm so he could receive the ones she carried. Two he put in his cargo pants pockets. The third he held tight, sliding his fingers over the wet spot Naomie had left when she handled it. “So what are you doing exactly?”
She plucked the empty bottle from under his arm and rubbed the cap back and forth over her right nipple. Her lace top made a rasping noise as the ribbing on the cap brushed it. Both sensations teased her nipple into hardness. “Waiting for you to finish.”
“So we can talk about landscaping.”
Naomie sliding her tongue over her lips caught and held Jaime’s attention. He followed the progress of the tip of her tongue as she wet her lips before he resumed staring at the bottle she used to tease her nipple. “That too.”
“Too?”
She stepped closer to him, only the doorjamb separating them, and moved the bottle so the top slid over the tent in his pants. His dick twitched, jostling the bottle. “Yes, too.” She looked him in the eyes. “Unless you don’t want. In which case, I have a toy box to find.”
“Toy box? As in a box full of toys?”
She nodded with an affirmative noise that more resembled a come-hither purr. “A big box. It has to be. I have several toys. It takes a lot to replace all the things a good man can do.”
Jaime shifted forward, pressing the bottle into his erection. “I’m a good man.”
“I thought you might be, which is why I’m waiting for you.”
“I can be done now if—”
She pressed her left pointer finger to his lips then smiled when he sucked it into his mouth. The way he rippled the wet tongue along her skin let her know she had chosen a man with skills, but then that was probably the point of the action. She said, “I don’t like half-assed anything. Either do it right or don’t bother starting.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said around her finger.
“Good.” She swirled her finger in his mouth, getting it good and wet, before extracting it and sliding it beneath her thong so she could resume caressing her clit. “And no rushing either. Men who rush always fail to get me off.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“You do that.” She stepped back and closed the door on him.
Invitation sent and accepted, she decided to get some food. Granola and yogurt was her usual breakfast and she saw no reason to change that part of her routine. And this morning’s meal came with a show.
Jaime glanced at the house each time he turned the mower toward it. A few times, she waved her spoon at him and got a wave back. But the food didn’t last and she had other things to do besides distracting Jaime.
Her email came to mind first. One last long look at Jaime and then she headed to the bedroom-turned-office. She tapped the mouse to bring the computer out of sleep mode while she lowered herself onto the office chair—a deluxe, vinyl-covered, wide-seat model with padded armrests that were far enough apart to accommodate Dane with Naomie sitting on or straddling his lap. An activity that had them going through computer chairs almost as often as mattresses.
With her left foot propped up on the file cabinet beside the desk so her thighs were open and her pussy spread, she continued idling her clit with her left hand while she typed replies to emails with her right. It was a lot easier to concentrate now that she knew she would be getting off soon.
A message about postponing the weekly gathering of her best girlfriends got her attention. Kristine, the hostess this time around, had a child emergency come up. Her daughter had gotten into a fight that ended with her nose broken and so Kristine needed to reschedule for another day. The message had been sent half an hour ago and already had replies from the other three attending women. Mia had suggested hosting at her place and having Kristine catch them next time. That had gotten agreement from the others and well-wishes for Kristine.
Naomie added her reply to the rest, sending a message first to Kristine relaying sympathy about the fight and subsequent hospital visit. The next email went to the other ladies to let them know she would be there without fail. The change in location gave her an extra forty minutes to play with since Mia lived only a few miles away rather than across town.
Before she could look over the rest of the messages in her inbox, Mia responded. Naomie clicked the email, the message loaded and then the email client informed her there were two more responses.
Mia’s message first. You better be there. You have no excuse and you know I’ll come get you.
The next reply came from Fred. It’s not a party if Naomie isn’t there. Don’t ever say you can’t make it or we will kidnap you.
Naomie laughed but knew the threat was half-serious. Rushing in and yanking Naomie away from whatever thing had made her cancel their plans was a favored pastime of the women. Once they’d taunted Dane as they carried her away—literally picked her up, suspended between two of them and hauled her away. Dane had been left to explain the scene to his coworkers since her friends had taken her from a company picnic.
The last reply came from Arisa. Of course Naomie will be there. I’m bringing my famous cheesecake bites, otherwise known as Naomie bait.
Her friends knew her weaknesses well. Arisa’s cheesecake—whole cake, bites, pops, whatever—were legendary. The woman was a professional in her own bakery, which had several renowned awards, and she had won a dessert reality show. The exposure kept her shop busy and the once-a-week get-togethers were the only times she took a whole day for herself.
Before any other replies or threats could be sent her way, Naomie replied to the group that she would definitely be there, no need to panic. Maybe a little late but she would be there.
That message satisfied the masses and Naomie was able to continue with emptying out her inbox. She’d just replied to the last message when Jaime knocked on the office door.
Naomie dropped her foot from the file cabinet so she could swivel the chair around and face him. She kept her thighs spread, giving Jaime an unimpeded view of the w
ay the seam of her cutoff shorts created a string-thong-effect, parting and spreading her pussy lips. “All finished?”
“Pretty as a postcard.” He palmed his erection as he stared at her display. “And as much as I would love to start the second part of our conversation, I need a shower.”
“How considerate of you.”
“I’m a considerate type of guy.”
She pulled her legs together, stood, and then crossed the room. Jaime backed up a few steps, clearing a path for her. The salty musk of his sweat was strong, like an aphrodisiac to her already excited senses. But she preferred her men covered in the sweat of lovemaking, not yard work. “This way.”
Since their little interlude would take place in one of the guest rooms, she led him to the hall bath. “Towels are in the side closet behind the door.”
“Thanks.” Jaime passed her and entered the room.
Naomie couldn’t help herself. She grabbed a handful of his ass and squeezed. Jaime startled but didn’t pull away. His muscles flexed beneath her fingers, offering no give and making her want to squeeze harder. He grinned over his shoulder at her. She said, “I’ve been wanting to do that all morning.”
“Just all morning? I’ve been wanting to do you since we met.”
“Get your shower out of the way and you will.” She released his ass and stepped back. With a gesture over her shoulder to the room behind her, she said, “That one. And the condoms are in a small box next to the towels.”
“Got ya.” He gave her one last look before closing the bathroom door.
Naomie stared as though she could see through it and watch as Jaime stripped out of his work-soiled clothes and bared that hot, hard body to the shower water. In a few more minutes, her day would be back on track. Sort of. Her nap wouldn’t be as long as she wanted but she could still take one.
The guest bedroom door pressed against her back before she realized she’d started moving toward it. Her body was moving on lust-induced autopilot thanks to her eagerness—a word that understated the emotion raging through her. She wanted Jaime so bad she was ready to interrupt his shower so she could hop on him.
While the idea had appeal, Naomie refrained. One bathroom accident and a hospital trip for both her and Dane had led to the no-shower-sex rule. It was that scare—Dane had had a gushing head wound and a concussion while Naomie had dislocated her shoulder—that had led to the parting kiss rule. Naomie had genuinely thought Dane was dying and had kissed him over and over as a way to say goodbye.
Of course he hadn’t been in any real danger they’d found out later, but Dane had said, if anything really did happen, he wanted his last memory of Naomie to be of her kiss. She’d felt the same and had spoken the rule as part of her vows to him.
After eleven years of marriage, they still kissed before leaving each other. No parting was considered too insignificant to forego the rule. Naomie and Dane’s physical relationship still burned just that hot.
Thus she was reduced to dragging the gardener to bed as if they were actors in some cheesy porno. The only thing even more cliché would have been ordering a sausage pizza so she could fuck the delivery guy. Though that scenario was on her to-do list. She just hadn’t met a delivery guy old enough or who was her type.
But the gardener definitely fit the bill. She fumbled the bedroom door open and backed inside while staring at the bathroom. Jaime would exit any second. She yanked her top over her head, tossing it to side, and then shoved her shorts and thong down her legs. She pulled one foot free and flicked the clothes away with the other.
Continuing to walk backward, she moved to the bed. Sitting or standing? How should she greet him?
Sitting. Naked, open and ready. No conversation or niceties needed or requested.
Naomie sat on the edge of the bed, the very edge. If not for her feet bracing her, she would slip off. She spread her thighs wide. Her pussy made a wet kissing noise as her lower lips parted. The minute between taking off her shorts and deciding to sit had given her enough time to soak herself and make the sound possible. Now she wished she had stayed standing so Jaime could have heard it.
She decided it wasn’t too late but the water shut off and she froze. Anticipation made her body vibrate, fine shivers jiggling her breasts so her nipple ring tinkled as the dangling ruby bobbed. She opened her legs wider.
Jaime exited—naked except for the towel he used to dry his hair and a single wrapped condom captured between his pressed lips. He stopped his motions when he saw her. “Damn.” The condom fell to the floor.
Her pussy winked at him and her clit throbbed thanks to his appreciative stare.
“You are so fucking hot.”
She leveled her gaze at his erection. What he lacked in thickness he made up for in length. It was pointing at her, guiding its owner where it wanted to go. Naomie passed her fingers over her slit. “And you look pretty damn good yourself.”
Jaime snatched up the condom and crossed the distance between them in three strides. He dropped to his knees and buried his face against her pussy, rubbing his nose quickly over her clit. “So fucking hot.”
He grabbed her hips and yanked, toppling her onto the bed and holding her against his mouth. Naomie wanted to laugh at his impatience. She wanted to. The sound got lost in the pleased gasp that followed him dragging his tongue over the length of her slit. He tickled the tip of his tongue over her channel opening before moving to her clit and sucking at it.
Naomie cried out as she smoothed her fingers over and through his damp hair, praising him, urging him, ecstatic to have a real man stimulating her rather than a toy. Besides toys didn’t move like Jaime. They couldn’t simulate his hot lips pressing against her hood as he drew on her clit. Neither did toys have fingers that gripped her ass, holding her so she couldn’t squirm free.
Jaime alternated between licking up and down and shaking his head side to side as he sucked. Naomie pushed her pussy higher while drawing her knees up so they rested on either side of Jaime’s chest. Jaime used the change to go faster, rocking her as he moved his tongue up and down her pussy.
Just when she thought she would come from his tongue alone, he pulled away. She whimpered with the need to feel him, to have the orgasm she knew was close.
He grinned at her. “You taste as amazing as you look.” Turning his attention back to her body, he kissed her clit and then patted it. “So good.”
When he slipped two fingers into her channel, Naomie started panting loud. Jaime lowered his head and resumed teasing her with his tongue. Each time he licked, he twisted his wrist, churning her inside and making her vocalize more. She pulled her lower body up in reverse crunches that had Jaime’s head bobbing. He followed her movements easily, never losing contact with her or breaking his stride.
“I’m gonna come,” Naomie said between labored breaths. “Right there. Oh God, yes. There. There.”
Jaime gave a rumbling laugh as he continued, focusing all his attention on bringing her to orgasm. And he didn’t have far to go. Naomie dropped her legs, pressed her head against the bed and gripped the comforter as her release hit. She let out a short, satisfied scream and then clenched her teeth. The sensation didn’t end because Jaime hadn’t stopped.
Her whole body shook from her climax and still Jaime continued, not letting up on his speed or intensity. Naomie wasn’t sure if she wanted him to stop or keep going. This was the type of indecision she loved. Too much pleasure was never a bad thing.
He glanced up at her, a sly glint in his eyes, as he gave her one last lick and backed away. He kept his fingers moving, beckoning against her sweet spot so she started panting again. “Very nice.”
She nodded with a wide smile and nibbled at her bottom lip, eager to see what he would do next.
“Back up.” He shoved his fingers a little deeper to emphasize his command.
Naomie sat up enough so she could pull herself along the bed toward the headboard. Jaime followed, not breaking their contact. When she stopped, he kept
going until his mouth was on her left nipple with his tongue flicking at the ring. She cupped the back of his head to keep him there while rolling her hips. His erection was right there. If he moved his fingers he would be inside her. But she’d decided to let him have his fun.
Jaime played his tongue over and around her nipple ring. He sucked at it, holding it between his teeth as he tugged and then letting go so he could suck it some more. “Love this thing.”
“And I love the way you love it.” She arched into his mouth with a contented sigh.
He laid a kiss on her right nipple, passing over it quickly before returning to her left. After a quick tug, he said, “Shame you don’t have both pierced.”
“A woman only needs one engagement ring.”
Jaime paused and looked from the ring to her eyes and back. “That’s your engagement ring?”
“Yup.”
“Was your nipple pierced when he got you this?”
“Nope. I did it for him.”
“That is fucking hot.” He ducked his head and teased her nipple more.
Naomie loved foreplay like the next woman and she’d said she would let Jaime go at his pace, but his fingers were no longer enough. She wanted the hard, long dick poking her stomach. Planting her hands and feet, she pressed up so she rubbed her lower lips against him.
Jaime gripped her ass with his free hand, pulling her closer and urging her to move more. The position was a bit awkward with his hand in the way. He must have thought the same thing because he removed his fingers so he could bring her onto his lap. Her pussy lips enveloped his shaft and he shifted so his length caressed her intimate flesh.
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