by Jolie Du Prè
“Almost two hours.”
She started to pull off of him but he held her firmly in place. “Annette was going to be ready an hour ago.”
“She can wait a few more minutes.” Nathan pecked at her lips. “I expect she’ll be quite happy for you.”
Ginger didn’t doubt that. “Still, we should be leaving. Like you said, some other couple may want the room.”
He flexed his hips and his semi-hard cock seemed to find new life. She shook her head. “I’m exhausted. You may have to carry me out of here.” She blushed, suddenly aware that sounded way too intimate.
“Shh.” He slanted a finger across her lips. “You made magnificent love to me. We fit so well together, don’t you think?”
She tried not to think.
“So when will you be ready for me to make love you?”
“What?” she squeaked. “Isn’t that what we’ve been doing for the last two hours?”
“But I want a turn on top. I want to make love to you doggie style, standing up, sitting on a chair, in a park, in my car . . .”
“Hey, I’m not a teeny bopper. And I never said there’d be a next time.”
“You said you’d think about it.”
She had said that when she’d offered to blow him. She hadn’t quite gotten around to that.
“Don’t you wonder what it would be like to milk my guy dry with your mouth like you just did with your pussy?”
Her mouth watered. She nodded and grinned down at his plaintive look. “I’ll meet you here next Saturday, nine o’clock.”
“I’ll be here waiting.”
With aching muscles and a slight feeling of remorse, not because she’d gone to bed with Nathan but because they wouldn’t have another opportunity for an entire week, Ginger got dressed trying not to make eye contact with her young lover. He’d grown equally silent. Maybe he was having second thoughts.
She smoothed out her skirt and waited for him to open the door. She’d have some explaining to do to Annette so she’d better be prepared.
Nathan pulled her into his arms one more time, and they kissed like lovers of any age trying to get a lasting memory to carry with them until they met again.
He backed away. His eyes clouded. “I’ll meet you here next Saturday, but not again.”
“What?”
“I know you’ll need time to think about it, but after next Saturday I will want to take you out to dinner and have a regular date like two lovers who are sorting out who they are and what they might have.”
“But my age . . .”
“Is only a number. Besides, I’ve been thinking I might need someone older and wiser to help keep me in line.” He winked at her. “How are you with a paddle?”
“A paddle?” She tilted her head to the side, slowly grasping his meaning. “I’ve never tried that.”
“But you’re never too old to learn, right? Be adventurous. Give me a chance. Give us a chance.”
She tried to hide a smile but failed. “I’ll think on it. Will a ping pong paddle work?”
She didn’t wait for a reply but opened the door herself. She had to get out of there before she said too much, too soon. Stepping into the hallway, Ginger squeezed Nathan’s fingers and looked directly into Annette’s smiling face.
“Thought I might have to come in and help you out if you two took much longer,” Annette mocked. “Looks like you might want to crown me a prophetess after all.”
Without looking back at Nathan, Ginger brushed past Annette. “Let’s go. Prophetess or not, I’ve got some serious thinking to do.”
Illicit Intentions
Keeb Knight
Two weeks before the wedding . . .
“I am so glad you reminded me to pop in here to get this dress for Danielle’s party next week.” She held it up, as though making a final decision, and then turned around to face the full-length mirror that was directly behind her. She draped the flirty dress over her chest and down her torso. It stopped just short of a foot from the hem of her business suit, which was just above her knees. “Teal is so me,” don’t you think, Emily?”
“Oh please, Lauren. I think you’re full of it. Is that even your size,” she said knowing full well it wasn’t. Emily owns and operates Mother’s Intimate Treasures, a lingerie boutique in Olde City, Philadelphia. “If you’re really serious about purchasing that little number, then I have the perfect, lacy, boy short to go with it. You do plan on wearing panties with that outfit, right?”
Lauren gave her a shameless stare. “Panties are so over rated, Em. But I have to keep some of my dignity hidden so let me see what you have. There’s going to be a lot of young, ripe men at that party and I need to reel in a stallion.”
Emily coughed, as though clearing her throat. “Uh . . . Speaking of stallions,” she interjected as she peered over Lauren’s shoulder. “Isn’t that your future son-in-law, the mechanic, who just walked into my shop?”
She turned around. “Oh, yes it is,” she said in a soft, curious tone.
“I don’t know about you, girl, but I haven’t ridden one of those in a good while,” Emily whispered in her ear, as they both looked in his direction like two carnal cougars plotting on one young, fit, innocent man-prey.
“He looks like he’s lost. Here. Ring this up for me will you while I help him find his way,” she handed her a credit card. “Add the boy short too. You pick.”
“L, I believe that’s my job to help the lost in shop.”
“C’mon, Em. I just want to have little fun, plus I could use a ride home.”
“Well, don’t tug too hard on his reigns, love. He might just buck.”
Lauren turned to Emily as she headed toward her son-in-law to be. “I love it when they buck,” she said with an annunciated whisper.
In true feline fashion, she snuck up elegantly and quietly. “Can I help you find something a bit more your size, sir?”
He was a bit startled, but the alluring voice sounded familiar to him. “Uh, yeah,” he said as he slowly took his attention away from a sheer, periwinkle teddy to that of the woman whose beauty was as youthful, natural, and fresh as he’s ever seen. He was almost a loss for words. Whoa! he thought. “Oh, hi, Ms. Thomas,” he said looking at her as though he could fuck her where she stood.
Dr. Lauren Xhang-Thomas was a psychiatrist. She specialized in sexual and behavioral therapy. She kept her married name after her divorce, but she let most people call her “Ms. Thomas.” She was of mixed decent: part Chinese, part African-American. Her light-sepia skin was like an exotic coffee mixed with just the perfect amount of cream. She had the most alluring honey-brown eyes; her long, raven hair framed her flawless oval face. She was a natural beauty.
“You know if you keep staring at me like that, young man, you might just go blind.”
“Well, you’re a very stunning woman, Ms. Thomas.”
“That’s very flattering, Kyle. I may have to marry you myself if you keep that up.”
“I’m just surprised to see you.”
“I can say the same. So, are you trying to find something for yourself or for my daughter?”
“Funny, Ms. Thomas.”
“Just asking. And you do know you won’t be calling me Ms. Thomas for much longer.”
“Uh, yeah. I guess you’re right. That’s going to take a little getting used to.”
“Don’t you worry your handsome face about that, dear. I’ll help you get more comfortable with calling me mother, mom, or mommy.”
“Mommy would be a bit much don’t you think?
“No. It just depends on what context is agreeable between the two of us. You’ll come to find I’m a very open-minded woman, Kyle.”
“So, is that why you’re here?”
“Nice segue. I was picking up a little something as well.”
“Really,” he said as he trailed a gaze over her body, letting his imagination take him quickly where it didn’t belong.
“Yes, really.”
“Well, I
was looking for lingerie for Leila. It was going to be a surprise. And I was kind of hoping I could keep it that way. She can’t know we even ran into each other today.”
“Aww! How sweet. We’re sharing our first secret. I think you can trust me. But I do have a favor to ask.”
“What’s that?”
“I could use a ride home, if you don’t mind? My car is still in your shop.”
“Oh, yeah. Sure.”
“I’m not taking you out of your way am I?”
“No, No. You’re not. I was headed home after this anyway. It’s my day off. I’m working Saturday though. I thought I’d run some errands and sneak downtown for a minute. And here I am.”
“Yes, here you are,” she said as she tried hard not sound too lustful. At the same time her eyes quickly panned down his white, T-shirt covered, diesel chest and back up to his piercing hazel-browns.”
“How’d you get to work this morning?”
“I took the train. It’s been a long time since I’ve done that. I forgot how relaxing it could be, not to mention the station is directly across the street from my office. So! Were you planning on giving Leila your naughty gift before or after you get married?”
“Uh . . . ,” he paused.
“Don’t look so perplexed, Kyle. There’s no right or wrong answer. I was just curious. Anyway, I can assure you I’m pretty good at keeping a secret. Let me help you pick something out.”
“Okay. Sure.”
“I see you know what color she likes. That’s a good start to a marriage. Hmmm . . . It also looks like you’re drawn to the floaty and flirty teddies, huh,” she said as she turned her attention to him with an enchanted look on her face.
“I just want to show her I can be romantic.”
“I could just gobble you up! You are so perfect for m—my daughter. Come. Follow me. I think I can find the perfect two-piece for her, plus I know her size.”
“Great!”
He followed her to the rear of the shop. He couldn’t help but watch how she walked with such sass, style, and sexiness all in one pendulous motion. All this going on in a business suit that had to be tailor made.
When they made it to the back wall of the shop there were two full racks, one above the other, of lace-trimmed, solid-to-sheer lingerie in various styles and flavors. Any one of which could set the mood for seduction. In a matter of seconds of her thumbing through the bottom rack, Lauren picked one out and handed it to him. “Here you are. This is the one.”
He looked it over. Front, back, and through it—literally. “Are you sure about this one?”
She leaned into his face, took the tip of her forefinger, placing it under his chin, bringing his attention to her alluring, almond-shaped, long-lashed, honey-browns, her lips nearly touching his as she spoke succinctly. “Trust me on this, sweetness.”
“This one it is then,” he said.
“Very good. Let’s go take this over to Em and have her ring you up.”
At the register Emily scrutinized the intimate sleepwear of choice and nodding her head in approval. “The Bleu Ballerina baby doll is an excellent choice, if I may say so. I love this shade of blue. Leila is going to love this.”
“Thanks.” He turned his head to Lauren. “And thank you for helping me pick this out. You did me a big favor,” he said.
“Anytime.”
“Guess I better get you home. It’s almost five. We doing want to get stuck in Friday rush hour traffic.”
“Oh, no we don’t that to happen,” she said as they grabbed their bags, and she looked back at Emily with a mischievous look on her face. “Bye, Em!”
“Bye! Come again. Be good.”
“Always.”
A little after seven in the morning, and she’d been awake at least half an hour before, she turned onto her side, her elbow wedged in the pillow, her lush breasts cascaded naturally one on top of the other. Her rich, dark-brown nipples looking like they were dipped in chocolate were already semi-hard. She lay there quietly studying his young, handsome face as he slept. She had already stolen the black silk sheets, leaving him totally uncovered. She couldn’t resist the dish that lay before her—all 6-foot-4-inches of his bronze, muscular physique. She leaned forward and with her free hand she took her forefinger and placed it gently on his agape mouth, stroking his top lip, and then the bottom. Without pausing, she traced the deep separation between his muscular chest. She dwelled there for a moment, admiring how defined he was. She then continued down the paths that lead her to his cobblestone abs. When she strummed her fingertips back and forth across each one, she felt a tingle throughout her body. He stirred a little just as she reached his navel, nestled arrogantly between his well-developed, vascular thighs. It was as though his vulnerable cock could sense her approach as it began to show signs of life.
His eyes slowly blinked open. He looked down to see her finger gently stroking the belly of his cock.
“What are you doing? And what time is it,” he said.
“I’m getting him ready,” she said.
“Getting him ready? Shit! What time is it?”
“Five after seven,” she replied.
“Huh?” he shouted as he quickly raised his head off the pillow, looking over her shoulder at the clock just as it digitally moved to six minutes after seven. “I thought you set the clock to alarm for five-thirty. What happened?”
“I didn’t bother. You had a long night. I thought you could use the extra hour to recharge,” she said seductively as she gently kneaded his heavy balls, at the same time looking him straight into his hazels.
“Why’d you do that, Leila? You know I have to be at work by eight.”
“I thought you might want to stay in for a morning fuck.”
He looked at her with a confused look on his face. “We fucked for damn near four hours last night. Aren’t you tired?”
“Not in the least, baby,” she said, shaking her head as she leaned in to kiss him on his full lips.
“Leila? I have to go to work, and then we’re having dinner at your mom’s house after I get off. Remember? Not to mention you got a flight to catch after that.”
“Well, that’s what good sex does to me, Kyle. It makes me want more of it. Sometimes I wish I could share what we have with the world.”
“Sometimes I think you’re certifiable. Maybe you need set up an appointment with your mother,” he said annoyed as he rolled out of the bed.
She watched him as he padded naked across the floor to the bathroom to get ready for work. “Can I come, baby?” she teased.
“No. I’m already late.”
“Your loss,” she said smiling.
She reached for the phone on the night table beside her and started dialing. “Kyle, what time should I tell my mom we’re coming over for dinner!” she yelled.
“About five-thirty!” he shouted just as he turned on the showerhead.
“Hi, Mom. You up?”
“You know I’m up, honey. I just got back from my morning jog. What’s up?”
“I don’t know how you do it. Anyway, I was just calling to let you know we’ll be over for dinner around five-thirty. Is that okay?”
“That’s fine, dear. I’ll be done cooking before then.”
“Okay, great! Oh, Mom! Did I leave one of my uniforms over your house—the navy blue blazer and matching skirt?”
“Yes, you did. I had it dry cleaned for you along with some of my clothes a few days ago. Why?”
“Thanks. I need it. That’s my retro flight attendant uniform. They want us to wear it again out to Chicago tonight. I’ll just change into it when we come over.”
“So how’s that fine man of yours doing? Tell him I’m going to pick up my car later this morning. Maybe I’ll see him.”
“He’s fine. In more ways than one!” Leila gushed.
“Oh, well excuse me,” she said. “You’ll have to tell me all about it later.”
“There’s so much to tell. I don’t know if you have the t
ime.”
“I do have a couch downtown if you want to make an appointment.”
“Everybody’s got jokes this morning. ’Bye, mom. See you later. Love you.”
“’Bye, honey. Love you too.”
“Kyle, could you be a dear and pass me the mashed potatoes? Please?”
“Sure, Ms. Thomas. Here you go.”
“Thank you,” she said as she took the bowl from him. She sat directly across from Kyle. Her eyes peered up at him for a second or two as she dished out a couple of scoops of the mashed potatoes onto her plate. “You’ve been very quiet, Kyle. You must be really enjoying my food.”
“I’m definitely enjoying this,” he said with his mouth partially full. “You can definitely throw down, Ms. Thomas. I’ll give you that.”
“Oh, thank you, Kyle,” she said glancing over at her daughter, Leila, who sat next to Kyle. “That’s how I won Leila’s father’s heart. Well, for the most part, that is. It took a little more than just my cooking to reel him in,” she said winking at Kyle.
“Okay, mom. Let’s not go there. We’re eating. Please!” Leila injected.
“Why not? We’re all grown folks here. Right, Kyle?”
He looked up from his plate at Ms. Thomas’ alluring smile then he turned to Leila. “She’s right, Leila. We are grown. It’s not like—” He cut himself short. “Well, never mind.”
Leila stopped her fork just short of her mouth and turned her head to Kyle. “No, finish what you were going to say, Kyle,” she insisted.
He hesitated.
“I want to hear what you were going to say. You might as well finish. I will stare at you while you eat until you do.”
“Go ahead, Kyle. What were you going to say,” Ms. Thomas asked curiously.
He looked over at Leila. “I was just going to say it took a lot more than your cooking to win my heart. That’s all.”
“Kyle, I’m an airline attendant. You know damn well I don’t have the time to cook. So why are you complaining now?”
“You see that? No. I’m not complaining. I knew it.”