A Whole Lotta Love

by Sahara Kelly

  “Now bend your legs up. Put your feet flat on the bed.” Steve gulped as she followed his instructions. Fuck, this ain’t gonna be easy. Even the Super Bowl might not be enough of a distraction.

  “So?” Her voice was mildly insolent. There was an “is that all?” tone to it.

  “You want to push the sexual limits, yes?”

  “Yes.” No hesitation there.

  “So show me your sex.”

  Lissa blinked. “Huh?”

  “Show me. Spread your legs wide and show me your pussy. All of it.”

  “Uhh…”

  Yesss. He’d caught her by surprise. He mentally gave himself a high five. And his cock joined in, bobbing around at the sight before him.

  Her hands crept to her crotch, sliding over her naked hips as her legs fell apart. She was splayed before him, her pubic hair a dark splash against her pale skin.

  With agonizing slowness, she positioned her fingers on either side of her pussy.

  He nodded. “Well?”

  Her hands moved, pulling the labia apart. “How’s this?”

  Praying his voice would hold out, Steve answered. “More.”

  She dropped her head back on the pillow and obeyed. Pink and swollen lips parted to reveal her secrets, a small nubbin protruding beneath her pussy hair and moist wetness shining around her sex.

  Steve noticed her nipples were hard. She was as turned on as he was. He swallowed.

  “Like the view?”

  How the hell she kept her voice level, he had no idea. But she did, and it got to him.

  “Very nice indeed. Thank you.”

  He turned away, wondering if his teeth were going to hold out, since he was clenching them hard enough to crack walnuts. “You can get dressed now.”

  Praying his control would hold, Steve grabbed clean clothes and with difficulty, eased his cock into a pair of pants that suddenly seemed four sizes too small.

  There was a moan from behind him. “Okay. You are soooo going to pay for that.”

  ~~~~~

  Lissa seethed as she sat in front of Steve’s truck. They’d left the trailer and decided to try and reach a bar Steve had noticed on one of the side roads off the highway. Perhaps they could get a signal there, or they might have a landline that worked so that Lissa could call for some assistance with her car.

  Part of her wanted it fixed, but there was another part that didn’t want to leave this man.

  He got her. He understood. His actions this morning had shown her that quite clearly. She was still horny as hell, and he damn well knew it. Oh, he’d been horny, too, no doubt about it. But he had a shitload more control than she did.

  Or did he?

  “You know, you talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?”

  Steve frowned at her as he negotiated the snowy road. “Huh?”

  “Give me your hand.” She held out her own.

  “Uh, I’m driving here, you know. On snow?”

  “Yeah. I know. So slow down and drive carefully with one hand. This is an automatic four-wheel drive truck, right?”

  Steve nodded, slowed down and reached out his hand to hers.

  “Thank you.”

  She slithered closer to him, tugged his hand and heard him gasp as she undid the zipper on her jeans and put his hand inside her panties.

  Now this was more like it.

  “Finger. Middle one.” She rapped out orders like a drill sergeant, thrilled when he obeyed.

  With a wriggle and a fidget, Lissa slid Steve’s middle finger inside. “Aaaah. Nice.”

  “Uhhh…”

  She smiled. Gotcha. Then she fought her own battle not to move or she’d come all over his hand. And that wasn’t the point of the exercise.

  They reached the bar with Steve’s finger still inside her pussy. And his face a rather flushed shade of red. His pants were bulging and Lissa had a very self-satisfied grin on her face.

  “I have to move, babe. If I’m gonna park this thing you’re going to have to let me have my hand back.”

  She sighed. “I guess.” Gently, slowly, making sure he brushed her clit, Lissa eased his hand out of her panties. “Very nice. Thank you.” She threw his words back at him.

  Only to almost lose her hard-won victory as Steve put his hand to his mouth and sucked his finger, rolling his tongue around and savoring her juices.

  “You’re right. Very nice indeed.”

  Damn it. This guy was goooood.

  ~~~~~

  Steve sat in the truck watching the little stream of people walking in and out of the small bar at the corner of the street. Like most other places of its kind, the ratio of men to women was about ten to one. Ten horny, desperately lonely, hairy-palmed men to each woman.

  He was parked at the very end of the town parking lot, beneath a straggly clump of pine trees and he was pretty much alone in the deserted lot, except for the few patrons who needed a drink at this hour.

  “Two hundred bucks to fix my car.” Lissa closed the door behind her. “I just got off the phone and they will tow my car into town and fix it but it’ll cost me at least two hundred dollars. I do not need this shit. I don’t have that kind of cash just hanging around and they don’t want credit cards.”

  “Hmm. I know how you can make a quick hundred or so.” Steve looked at her and winked.

  “Fuck you.” Lissa’s expression wasn’t pleasant.

  “You already did. I thought that was free, though.”

  “I’m not a whore.” Lissa was clearly very upset by the hint of sex for money.

  Steve tried to explain. “Nooo…I’m sorry. Don’t misunderstand me here. I just meant—you said you’d try anything, so let’s put this to another little test.”

  “I’m listening.” Lissa’s steady gaze made it quite clear she wasn’t going to back down from her word.

  Steve smiled, reached over to her red blouse and undid the top button. “Now you go over to that bar and make sure you’re noticed. Really turn on the show. But if someone comes on to you I want you to unleash the ‘bitch mode’ full tilt.”

  “Why?”

  “You just do what I say. We’ll get your car fixed.” Steve grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at her.

  This time, Steve sat watching Lissa go into the bar. Damn, she’s got a great ass. It was accentuated by the tightness of her jeans. He gave her about twenty minutes to put his plan into effect. He also wanted to make her wonder exactly what he was up to.

  ~~~~~

  It’s working. Steve stared into the bar from the little space between the front door and the actual room itself.

  Three guys perched on stools at one end of the long wooden surface. Their faces were sour, and every now and again, one or all of them threw disappointed looks Lissa’s way.

  “What a bitch. Talk about an ice princess.” The conversation was certainly loud enough for Lissa to hear, but obedient to Steve’s instructions, she was ignoring it.

  Steve smiled as he walked into the room and headed to the stool next to the disgruntled men. “Hey guys. What’s going on?”

  “Not much. Pretty dead in here actually.”

  “Whoa, who’s the hottie over there?” Steve looked over to Lissa. He was probably the only one who noticed how she hid her smile at the sound of his voice. She was wearing skintight jeans and a red blouse that screamed “no bra”. There was a chill in the air.

  “That’s no-man’s-land.” One guy spoke up.

  “Damn, she is hot. Look at those legs. I bet she fucks like a wild woman.” Steve let his eyes travel up and down her body.

  “You wish. We all tried and she just passed. Shot us down dead. Go ahead and try your luck. I’ll bet she tells you to fuck off.” The dark-haired member of the trio slurped his beer.

  “I bet she does, too,” added the balding guy.

  Steve pursed his lips in thought, kept silent for a moment or two, then said, “Twenty bucks says I can get her to flash me her tits.”

  There was laughter. Obvious
ly they couldn’t believe an average guy like Steve could get an attractive woman like Lissa to pay attention to him after three professional bar studs, like them, had struck out. It was inconceivable.

  “I’ll take that bet. If you get her to let you feel them I’ll give you another fifty.” The dark-haired guy blurted out the words through his guffaws.

  “I want in on that bet.”

  “Me, too.” The other two chimed in.

  “You’re on.” Steve ordered a beer and asked the bartender for a margarita as well, taking a couple of swigs from his glass as the man mixed up the frothy green concoction.

  Three pairs of eyes watched as Steve walked over to Lissa, calmly offered her a drink and shook her hand. After a few moments she began to smile and Steve threw a wink over his shoulder at the guys. Turning to see if people were watching, Lissa pulled the front of her blouse open, letting Steve get a glimpse of her supple breasts.

  He choked back a laugh at an odd sound, very much like three jaws would make as they hit the floor.

  Steve whispered in Lissa’s ear and she smiled back, almost shyly. Damn, this is fun. They were playing a harmlessly exciting game with three patsies who deserved what they got.

  Steve leaned forward and when Lissa opened her top a little more, Steve slid his hand under her breast. For good measure he lowered his mouth and kissed the protruding nipple. Lissa’s soft sigh echoed around the silent room.

  “I’ll be right back.” Steve excused himself from Lissa and returned to his three observers. He tapped on the bar and got the bartender’s attention away from Lissa’s fingers as she re-buttoned her shirt. “I need another beer. Fuckin’ A, that woman has the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen. Okay, guys, pay up.”

  “I can’t believe it. Come on—tell us. What did you say to that babe?”

  “I told her my name and said I wanted to be completely up front with her. I said I wanted to buy her a drink, then spend the rest of the night fucking her until we passed out from exhaustion. She said she’d heard a lot of bad pick-up lines but mine was at least honest.”

  The dark-haired guy frowned. “Bullshit. You didn’t say that.”

  “I did. Honestly. I told her I’d pay her fifty bucks to show me her tits and a hundred bucks for a feel of them. I figured you guys paid for it.”

  The three men looked at each other with identical dumbfounded expressions on their faces. They probably felt as stupid as three blind mice. But it didn’t stop them from grumbling as they placed their money on the bar.

  Steve downed his drink and took the money. “Bartender, their next round is on me.” He held up a twenty and set it back down. Leaving one glass of beer untouched, he headed for the door and made it into the small foyer when something grasped the front of his pants.

  “You said you could fuck all night. How about all day? Let’s go.” Lissa had a firm grasp on his crotch and led him down a small passage like he was on a leash.

  Fetch! Roll over…hell, as long as she didn’t ask him to play dead!

  ~~~~~

  Lissa’s blood was pounding in her ears as she tugged Steve behind her into the shadows of the dreary hallway. Opening her shirt in front of those men like that had pushed her past a few limits and the adrenaline was still pumping.

  She’d nearly lost it when Steve had bent and brushed her nipple with his lips, having to fight a really tough battle with herself not to just grab him and have her way with him right then and there.

  Of course, if she had gone ahead and followed her instincts, she might now have enough cash for a brand-new car, loaded with factory options, not just the cost of a tow.

  But shit, it had been a real thrill.

  And she wanted to show Steve just what a thrill it had been.

  “This’ll do.” She pushed him up against the wall and rubbed her body over his, long, rolling movements that ground her pussy into the hardness behind his fly.

  Automatically, he pushed back. “Do for what?” His arms slid around her and held them locked together.

  She wiggled her hand between their bodies and unsnapped his jeans. “Payback.”

  Steve blinked at her. “Hey, it’s your car that needs fixing…”

  “Yeah. And it was my boobs we had to flash. Fair is fair.” She slid the zipper down and reached inside, finding a hot, rapidly hardening cock ready to fall into her hands. “And you’ll like this particular payback.”

  She stroked him firmly as she pulled him free of his jeans, and grinned as his eyes glazed for a second or two.

  “Uh…maybe.”

  “Liar. You love it.” Lissa lifted up on tiptoes and rubbed her pussy into his cock, letting the raised seam on her jeans graze his skin.

  “Mmm.” His eyelids fluttered.

  “I need another case of the local and two of the draft.” A loud voice was accompanied by footsteps coming their way, and without realizing it, Lissa tightened her grip on Steve’s cock.

  “Ouch. Careful, babe. That ain’t a salami you’ve got in your hand.”

  “Sorry.” She glanced around. “Somebody’s coming. Quick…in here.”

  She tugged him through a small door and closed it quickly behind them. Steve had been close to her the whole time, since she was still holding his cock. She hung on, refusing to let it go.

  “Um…Lissa?”

  “What?”

  “This is the ladies’ room.”

  Lissa glanced around and grinned. “So it is.” She peeked at Steve. “You ever get a blowjob in a ladies’ room?”

  He made a strangled noise in his throat. “No. Can’t say as I have.”

  “I’ve never shown myself to a bar full of men, either.” She dropped to her knees in front of him. “Looks like it’s gonna be a day of ‘firsts’ for both of us.”

  And with great pleasure, she plunged her mouth down over his cock.

  Chapter Four

  Steve did his best to stop his eyes from rolling back in his head as Lissa’s mouth covered his cock with wet heat.

  He was in a ladies’ room, for God’s sake, getting a blowjob. Life sure did take some odd twists and turns now and again.

  The strong scent of pine cleaner mixed with some flowery fragrance tickled his nostrils and made him want to sneeze, something he fought, since he wasn’t quite sure what would happen to the woman sucking him off if he sneezed at the same time.

  He shifted his butt and nearly fell backwards into the low sink. “Shit. Sorry.”

  Lissa licked around the head of his cock. “Stop fidgeting.”

  “I’m not. Just trying to give you room.”

  “I’ve got enough room.”

  She pulled her head back, dragging her tongue up beneath his length and making his fingers tighten on the porcelain of the sink.

  And then she went an inch too far, whacking the back of her head into the roll of toilet paper.

  It pinged out of the wall, and unrolled itself over the floor in a ribbon of white tissue.

  “Fuck.” Lissa tried to suppress a giggle. “There are some drawbacks, aren’t there?” She put her mouth on him again and gripped him firmly.

  “Not many, other than being cramped and the wondrous aroma.” Damn, he loved her mouth. And the way she moved her hands in a certain particular rhythm that matched the thud of his heart.

  “Mmm. Steve.” She sighed over his wet cock. “You taste fucking good, babe.”

  He looked down at her dark hair, mussed and tousled now. He ran his fingers through it, fighting the urge to clamp down and force himself down her throat.

  His hips, however, he couldn’t quite control, and they pushed towards her. His foot skidded on the tile floor, knocking over a large jug of cleanser.

  It toppled right onto Lissa’s hand where she was steadying herself.

  “Aaargh. Sheeeeit…” she yelled loudly and tore her mouth away from him, cradling her cracked knuckles. “Holy fucking hell. That hurt.”

  “Jeez…I’m—”

  “Hey. What the fuck
’s going on in there?” There was a pounding on the door. “You okay?” A man’s loud voice growled outside.

  Lissa and Steve stared at each other blankly.

  They both said the same thing in unison. “Uh-oh.”

  “I’m comin’ in.”

  So am I. Or I was until you interrupted, you fucking asshole.

  The door opened, cracking into Lissa’s shoulder. Steve stared at her as she crawled on all fours away from the doorway. “My contact lens. I’ve lost my contact lens.” She blinked at the stunned figure of the bartender.

  Steve tried his best to play along. “Uhh…I’m helping her find it.”

  Lissa lifted her head, right beneath his cock, banging it hard enough to bring tears to his eyes. “Ooops.” She blushed a little, but then gave a loud squawk. “Oooh. Look…there it is!”

  The bartender’s eyes turned to where she pointed, and Steve rapidly zipped himself up, shoving his shirt into his pants as best he could.

  “Oh, thank you so much.” Lissa stood with her hand closed around whatever it was she’d found on the tiles. “I’m really quite blind without it, you know.”

  She tried to get up but leaned forward a little too far. Something was holding her head. “Oww…”

  She tugged again, realizing that her hair had snagged on Steve’s zipper. She pulled, winced and he squirmed as each time she tried to free herself, she gave him a wedgie. He was gonna end up flossing his own back teeth if she kept this up.

  “Ouch.” Lissa’s eyes were watering. “This is embarrassing.” She giggled a little, self-consciously. “See how much I need that contact lens? I’m real glad I found it.”

  Finally, Steve extricated the last few strands of her hair.

  The bartender shook his head and chuckled. “I’ve seen some strange couples, but you two need some serious help.” He turned to leave. “Get a room, guys.”

  He closed the door behind him.

  ~~~~~

  Both Steve and Lissa were laughing as they reached the truck and threw themselves into the front seat, slamming the doors on the cool air.

  “Shit. Did you see his face?” Lissa giggled, still excited at the thought of their adventures.

  “He’ll never go into the ladies’ room again, that’s for sure.” Steve chuckled.