Why did that paper on the bed last night have to be just a confidentiality agreement about the photo shoot tomorrow?
The phone rings a third time in my right ear. “Hey bro,” the familiar male voice answers. “How’s it going?”
I cease my daydreaming out the guest room’s rear window and bring the lake back into focus. “Well, I’m here,” I reply with a hint of enthusiasm into my mobile phone and place my left hand upon my hip.
“And?”
“Dude… you should see this place she has me staying in. It’s like a palace.”
“So… is she as hot in person or what?”
“Even hotter… plus she showed me the room last night in an outfit that I think she wears to bed…” I inform him, watching as a blue bird lands on a branch in the lake for a drink, “Oh my God… I swear she is like the queen of hotness.”
“I bet you were having a hard time, if you know what I mean,” my friend says jokingly.
Images of her fair skin covered in pure white flood my head. I drop my left arm to my side again and shake my head, “Fuck yea, man. It was tough keeping it under control around her.”
“Dude, women pick up on that shit. You need to just tell her how you feel, man.”
“Yea, right. And risk getting sent home? Fuck that…” I hear three knocks upon the sliding glass door. I turn to look over my left shoulder to see her hourglass form at the door. Her long brown hair looks to be brought up to a loose top-knot. She seems to be garbed in a tight rose-pink top that bears her midriff and light grey capris sweatpants, “Oh shit. She’s at the door.” I turn to my left and begin my barefooted walk towards the door.
Oops, my shirts are upstairs.
“See? She wants your cock,” my friend comments. She looks aggravated, placing her left hand on her hip with her attention to the floor on her right side and shaking her head.
“I doubt she does,” I reply as I cross the halfway point across the hardwood floor, looking her over. She is also barefoot and seems to have some papers obstructed from my sight in her right hand. “But you know I wouldn’t hesitate to give it to her if she wanted.”
“You never know til ya try,” he suggests. She looks my direction with an expression of frustration.
I guess she doesn’t like me locking the door.
“Talk at ya later.” I dismiss his suggestion and bring the screen of my mobile phone into view to hit the ‘End Call’ prompt. I fumble to put my phone in my back right pocket while I reach to unlock the door with my left hand.
(the following is an optional ‘first time’ encounter within the overall story)
*** A Fantasy Begins… ***
Damn, she’s got some toned abs.
The scent of wild berries surges to my nostrils as I slide the door open to greet her. “Good morning,” I say, noticing the faint bluish-silver eye shadow upon her eyelids. I take a step back as she enters into the room with a blank expression.
“Not yet it isn’t” Rikki replies, looking away down to her left to grab the door handle.
“Something wrong?” I ask as she twists to slide the door behind her back, giving my eyes the opportunity to drift down to her chest and notice the emerald green bra under the tight spaghetti string top.
Nice cleavage.
I bring my attention back to her face as she responds, “I don’t know. You good at resolving issues?”
Shit. She knows?
“What?” I ask with deep concern, sensing sarcasm within her throaty voice.
She raises her right hand up and reveals the stack of papers to me. The front sheet is clearly a print-out of ‘Show, Place, Win’ from my computer. “Yea. You wrote these, didn’t ya?”
My stomach tightens.
I bet he sold me out.
I immediately clench my left hand into a tight fist and bring my right hand up to bury my head into it. I shut my eyes tight, “Oh fuck. How did you get a hold of those?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just answer the question,” she commands.
I make a calming gesture with my hands as I look her in the eyes and speak gently, “Yea, but listen… I can explain…”
“Just perfect,” she interrupts, tossing the stack of papers into the air. Her head shakes in disbelief, looking away to the ceiling beyond my right shoulder, “I select a photographer that wants me to be his own personal porn star.”
“No,” I grunt with clenched fists, “It’s not like that”
She brings her attention back to me, placing her hands on her hips, “Really? What’s it like then?”
I contemplate for a second on how to best answer that, rubbing my thumbs across their corresponding fingers.
Focus on how you feel about her.
How can you convince her otherwise?
“It’s kind of complicated.”
“Kind of complicated?” she retreats her head back with a puzzling expression and chuckles once, “You want to film us fucking. How is that complicated?”
I lower my head, looking to the wall to my right and bring my right hand up to rub my forehead. “Because there’s more to it than that.”
“Like what?” she inquires.
I return my eyes to hers. “Like the way I’m devoted to you in them,” I confess, dropping my hand back to my side. “Like the way I did everything I could to depict you as an equal and not some ‘piece of meat’.”
”And what gave you the idea that I would be comfortable having sex with a camera recording?” she asks with a look of concern.
I shut my eyes and speak each word slowly, “They’re… just… fantasies,” I reopen my eyes and look at her, “Why are you so upset?”
“Because I didn’t know about your fantasies until this morning,” she barks in frustration.
“Well, now you know,” I pause and shake my head, “I’m sorry if it offends you that I wrote them about you.”
The tone of her voice suddenly becomes playful telling me, “It doesn’t.” Her eyes drop as she leans forward, grasps the inside of my waistband near the center with her right hand and yanks me towards her.
“What the hell?” I blurt out. The force of her pull is powerful, causing me to catch my balance by placing my hands on each side of the door rails behind her. My lower torso is brought up nearly against hers while my top half arches back about a foot.
“It turns me on big-time.” She looks up to me with suggestive eyes from half a head’s length below and continues, “And I need that issue resolved.”
Never in my life have I felt a surge of excitement rush to my groin this quickly. I begin to feel my whole body tremble. “Are you serious?” I ask with a huge open half smile.
Holy shit! She wants to have sex with you?
Sounded like it.
Her hands find the sides of my waist and bring me up against her. My abdominal muscles twitch in reaction to her touch. She tilts her head back against the glass and stares into my eyes, “Will you be devoted to me?”
“Yes,” I respond, looking into those hazel-green eyes without hesitation.
“Then kiss me,” she says with a soft voice while her fingers begin to massage my skin. I lick my lips and take a deep breath to calm myself.
This is so exciting!
I begin my descent to her glossy flesh-toned lips with my head tilted to the right as she continues, “Maybe you can eventually convince me to make some porn with you.”
I might finally get to live the dream?
Our open mouths touch, but I delay initiating the kiss momentarily. “I’d love that,” I whisper. An exhale of her anticipation pours into my mouth as I shut my eyes. Our tongues clash repeatedly in a multitude of explosive kisses. Her lipstick tastes so sweet, almost like sugar to my lips. My erection throbs as visions of us performing my ‘Show, Place, Win’ fantasy start to enter my mind.
Is she really going to fulfill that fantasy in broad daylight instead of at night?
It does happen against a glass door.
And she obviously knows that now.
Think you can make it to the end if anything does happen?
It’ll be tough. Just kissing her is getting me aroused.
Relax. Just let her make the first move like you scripted.
The rhythm of our kisses shifts to an extensive dancing of the tongues and pursing of the lips. The exhales through our nostrils become heavier with each kiss. Her hands start to slowly grip and release the sides of my abdomen.
Nobody back home is going to believe this.
Except maybe that friend of yours that obviously tipped her off.
If it was him, I wish he did it sooner.
You probably wouldn’t have had to masturbate thinking about her in that outfit last night.
It was a great fantasy though.
Hopefully she’ll personally take care of this erection.
She soon ends our kissing, tilting her head down. “If I only knew last night,” she whispers through a slow exhale.
I open my eyes and straighten my head to align the base of my nose with top of hers. “I was thinking the same thing.” I smile.
Her eyes look a quarter open, focusing down to the area between us. “I should warn you that my resolution this year was to step outside my comfort zone and take some risks,” she says almost as if she’s in a trance.
“Want me to break out the camera?” I jokingly ask.
Say yes.
Her hands glide along my waistline just beneath my belly button as she rolls her head upward and looks at me, “What I really want right now is for you to take these off.” I gasp as she unbuttons and unzips my jeans in almost one fluid motion. “Show me what you got,” she commands with a soft, seductive tone and a smile.
Whoa. That was straight from the script.
I stare into her eyes for a brief moment to study her sincerity. A surge of blood intensifies my erection from her lustful demeanor.
It’s about to happen, isn’t it?
A smirk falls across my face.
Show it to her.
“You wanna see it?” I continue my scripted dialogue with a challenging tone as I push off the door. Her hands drop as I retract and stand upright.
“Yea,” she replies, biting her bottom lip and looking down to my pelvic area as I bring my thumbs up and tuck them into my underwear about three quarters away from my center.
Oh well, it’s not like we’re filming this.
I release a heavy breath to keep my nerves in check. ”Alright.”
Here goes nothing.
I look down to watch my erection escape the confines of clothing as I slide both my pants and underwear down together along my thighs, hunching forward to release them at my knees. I hear her slightly gasp from overhead. “There you go,” I announce and bring myself back to a stand, quickly scanning her body over during my rise and ending at her attention.
She brings herself immediately up to me, tilting her head up with a huge open smile drawn upon her lips. “Niiiice,” she declares as she grabs the shaft of my penis with the right hand. I spread my fingers wide in reaction to her sudden grip.
Oh my God!
*** Livin’ the Dream ***
She begins stroking the length of my erection at a steady pace. The grin on her face accentuates her high cheekbones.
This is gonna be epic.
I extend my arms out on each side of her to the glass door in order to support myself stepping out of my fallen clothing. I tilt my head slightly right and move in for another kiss while I remove my left foot from the garments. “You’re gonna be so glad you came here,” she tells me, shifting her head right as my mouth inches closer to hers.
That’s not the dialogue I wrote.
Just go with her.
“I already am,” I reassure her, shaking the items off from my right foot behind me.
She ends the stroking as our lips make contact yet fail to kiss. “Not yet you haven’t,” she remarks and begins to descend before me. I let out a small moan.
That dialogue was better.
Her focus is kept upon mine, causing her neck and head to nearly pivot back fully. Her upper body seems to arch as she drops her knees to the floor, “Now let’s get this resolution started.” She rotates both her head and my cock down horizontally in unison and places her left hand upon my hip. I feel her commit a hard squeeze to the center of my erection as she takes me into her mouth.
I whip my head forward from the pleasant pain below. “Oh, fuck,” I bellow out to my vague reflection in the glass. I feel her loosened grip twisting and stroking upon the length of my shaft, her mouth chasing it at a rapid pace. I look back down and watch as her hand and unseen face assault me like a woodpecker making a home. A few of the printouts of my fantasies lie on the floor around us, my script for this fantasy under her right knee.
That’s ironic.
The intensity of her pleasuring me orally in a manner that begs for me to eventually release inside her mouth starts to wear on me quickly. “Damn,” I mutter under my breath.
Yea, you’re not gonna make it to the end.
I’ve got to.
I look away from her to the ground to my right and let out a series of quick breaths from my abdomen, trying to fight off the excitement.
If she’d just stop that stroking motion I’d be okay.
As if she is feeding off my body language, she slows her pace down to a little over half the previous speed. Her left hand glides across my skin to the front of my waistline as I slowly turn my attention back to her. I witness as she then places her open right hand around my pubic area and fully consumes my member into her mouth. Her long, slender nose brushes through my upper pubic hairs as she teeters her head from side to side for a moment, her tongue seemingly teasing the underside.
Oh, wow.
Her right hand reapplies its grasp upon my shaft as she slowly glides her funneled lips from me. She takes a breath as she strokes the length of my erection a few times.
Damn, her hand isn’t even half the size of my dick?
She plunges back upon me. Her grasp imitates its former clockwise twisting while her head rolls in opposing fashion up and down gently upon the central region of my member.
Holy shit, that feels amazing.
As she repeats the rhythm, I feel my semen growing even more restless.
I wish I could see her face.
That would get you off even faster.
No it wouldn’t. I’d still know that it’s her sucking my dick.
My mind cannot hold back the overwhelming sensations she is providing. I release a growling moan as I struggle to keep myself from getting overexcited.
You’ve got to stop her or this’ll be over real quick.
She rotates my penis upward and licks her way down to the underside near my scrotum. Her hands converge upon my erection in prayer formation. “Okay, I can’t take much more of that,” I declare as I retract my groin away from her mouth. Her fingers find nothing but air as I bend to a half squat and grab the underside of her ears. Our eyes align with one another.
“A little too much for ya?” she asks with a smirk and jump of the brows as I escort her to a shared stand.
I look down to guide my fingers to grasp the bottom of her belly shirt. I push the fabric upwards and she begins raising her arms in response. “For our first time, it is,” I state, bringing my attention back to her as the shirt passes over her large breasts. She shuts her eyes and turns her head to the right as I raise the top up to her hands overhead and release my hold. She tosses her shirt somewhere unseen to my left as I shift my sight back down to the center of her chest.
Front strap, just like I scripted.
“Gives me the feeling you’re going to be more than a handful for me,” I tell her as I bring my hands up and unstrap the emerald green bra. Her arms fold to her backside as peel the silky undergarment away and expose her breasts. The nipples are about a half inch in diameter and erect; the areolas nearly two inches round and probably two shades darker than her skin color.
That’s a pretty big C cup.
“Oh yea,” I mumble and bring my hands forward to grasp the underside of her breasts as I lean down to place my open mouth over the left nipple. I proceed to squeeze both tits while I clasp the flesh with my lips and present a tender lick to the nipple inside my mouth. Judging by the stretching of her flesh within my hands, she is raising her arms upward in some manner.
And they’re definitely natural.
I lower myself to a half squat and end my kiss by turning my head to look across her chest to the breast in my other hand. I tilt my upper torso and jump my mouth across her chest to the other breast. I submit a quick rolling kiss to the left then right again upon the new nipple. She releases a heavy exhale from above.
Her skin is so smooth.
I follow up with a duplicate slow-motion kiss, stalking the opposite breast with my eyes. I shift the center of the breast inwards with my right hand and like a predator; I pounce upon my new prey. I savor the texture of the nipple upon my lips one last time before aligning my face between her breasts as I begin to drop to my right knee.
She smells so good.
I release my fingers from her tits and swallow the saliva of my kisses, tasting a hint of citrus in whatever body wash or fragrance she used. My hands fall to rest upon the waistband of her sweats. My right foot snags my jeans behind me and pushes them further away as my right knee makes contact with the floor. I find myself inches from her defined abdominal muscles.
That is so hot.
I retreat my head and shift my focus down to her groin as I lower my left knee to the ground. My fingers slide into the sides of her waistband and yank the capris sweats down to her knees in one swift motion. Removing the article of clothing reveals no panties, instead displaying a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hairs styled like a landing strip. “Oh, wow,” I unintentionally mutter out loud and release the clothing from my hand.
I can’t wait to taste her.
“Let me get rid of this bra,” she requests, raising her right leg out of the attire around her feet.
I collapse my pelvis to a rest with my hands on my thighs and look up to watch her shed herself from the last of her clothing. She already has the bra off her right side and is watching as she pulls the undergarment down her left arm with the same hand. She turns her head to look at me, but I refocus my attention to her hips as she kicks her left leg to the side.
I’ve been looking forward to this for years.
Her hips cease their sway and I can see her hands reaching for the glass door behind her ass. I place my right hand upon her left hip and glide my left hand between her legs. As I lean in to wrap my left hand up around to her upper right thigh, I deliver a brief kiss upon her belly button. Again, I hear her exhale heavily as her top weight seems to shift backwards. I guide her silky right leg upon my left shoulder with my bicep and she pivots her genitals upward in response.
Gotta get lower.
“Now let’s test your limits,” I say as my legs spread further outward, dropping my pelvis to the ground. I shut my eyes and roll my neck and head all the way back to welcome her vagina to my mouth. My open lips brush against her trimmed pubic hairs as my tongue extends and begins to massage her clit up and down repeatedly. Her hips start to sway back and forth upon me.
Yea, I’m gonna enjoy this.
I reopen my eyes and peer up the length of her upper body as I continue. Through her cleavage and slow grinding, I can see her arms are forward and folded back. It seems as if she is caressing her unseen face.
And I’ll make sure she does too.
As I accelerate the speed of my tongue kneading her clit, her swinging keeps pace. Her hands are soon stretched halfway overhead upon the glass, left hand clasping onto the right wrist. I occasionally catch a glimpse of her facial expressions that struggle with the pleasure. The rhythm of her hips causes her upper body to move like ripples in increasingly disturbed waters. Her milky breasts provoke me.
Wonder if I can reach them from here.
I release my hands and extend my arms upward. She releases a moan as I clutch the bottom half of her tits. Her mounds of flesh jiggle in my squeezing fingers.
If only we were filming this.
My erection throbs from the thought of being able to relive this moment again from another perspective.
Keep your mind on the present.
My tongue and head alter to swirl around her clit in rapid clockwise motions. My thumbs and index fingers begin to flirt with her erect nipples. She pumps upon my mouth faster, her moaning becoming more audible and frequent with each passing second. Her hands fall from view and shortly after, the ball of her right foot races down my back as she pushes her hips forward. All I can see of her above me is the stomach pumping and the breasts heaving within my fondling hands.
A little too much for ya?
She shivers out a heavy, raspy moan and delivers us back to our previous position. She grabs my wrists with her hands and squeezes. A drop of a fluid lands upon my chin stubble.
Did I get her?
I cease my twirling motions and resume my initial licking pattern upon her clit. Her face comes into view as she looks down to me. Exhaustion is written all over her expression.
Looks like an orgasm to me.
“Okay, that’s enough,” she says as she peels my hands from her chest and forces my left arm down by lowering her leg back to the floor beneath her. I tilt my upper body away from her, bringing both hands into my lap. My sight stays fixed on her genital area as I take a breath in anticipation of the next scripted action.
Let’s get her turned around.
”I know what you want,” she tells me and quickly twists herself around to the right, bringing her toned ass into center view. “And I want it too,” she concludes, bending herself forward slightly.
Oh my God, it’s so perfect.
I lean forward and press my lips against the upper region of the right butt cheek as I wrap my arms around her, crossing my right arm over the left at the front of the waistline. I commit a slow, hard kiss to her soft skin and tighten my arms’ embrace.
This is heaven.
We both start to rock back and forth slowly. Her hips and legs begin to waddle as if she’s undressing. My mouth jumps to the top of her left cheek and presents it with a similar kiss then back to the right again. “What are you waiting for?” she asks. “You said you wouldn’t hesitate to give it to me.”
I release from the kiss and let out a small laugh under my breath as I bring my right foot up underneath me. I keep my left hand upon her abdomen and slide my right hand to her hip. I proceed to push myself up with my right leg, using her as leverage as I begin to rise up her right side. “You heard me say that?” I ask, ending in a stand directly behind her with my left hand upon her hip and my right reaching down to grab my erection.
She has both her open hands propped against the glass before her. Her upper torso and head are turned enough to the right to give her adequate sight of my face. I feel with my left hand that she is simulating a slow grind with her hips as I peer over the right shoulder down to her chest. “That better have been me you were talking about,” she comments.
With my right thumb, I push my erect penis down and look her in the right eye. “Trust me,” I begin as she slowly turns forward and I bend at the knees to align our genitals. “There’s no one else I’d consider giving it to,” I confess into her right ear.
The tip of my erection quickly locates her moist vaginal lips between her slightly spread legs. I keep my right hand in place for guidance as I give a forward push into her, yet barely penetrate. Her contracted muscles are discomforting to the head of my penis. She bows her head and moans.
Might need lube.
Her genital muscles suddenly seem to expand as she pushes back upon me, consuming the head fully into her walls. She gasps for air and stops. My discomfort quickly subsides and I remove my right hand to my side. With a final effort I push myself into the maximum depth of her that the contours of our bodies allow. She bows her head down further, scraping the glass with her fingernails. “Oh, fuck,” she blurts out followed by a series of labored breaths.
You might be too big for her.
I lean forward and place my chin on the back of her right shoulder. I look into the faint reflection of the glass as I slide my left hand up across her chest to her right tit while my right hand glides down across the fold of her upper thigh to the pubic area. “You okay?” I ask with concern.
”Oh yea,” she replies with a hint of enthusiasm, rolls her head back upon the left shoulder then twisting it right and looking up to the ceiling.
I let out a sigh of relief and place my lips upon her skin as I start to slowly grind upon her, exiting and entering the vagina in a tilted oval sequence. She shuts her eyes and breathes with a gaping mouth. My left hand shifts to her left tit as I adjust my upper torso and extend my middle right finger down to her clitoris. She syncs with my rhythm after a few cycles and brings her head level, eyes open. “Oh, that feels so good,” she confesses with furrowing brows as if she is looking at me through the reflection.
“Yea it does,” I confirm, continuing to watch in the glass reflection as I fondle her breast and rub her clit while I fuck her. Her wetness from my earlier oral assault eases my gentle thrusts as we maintain our tango at a moderate pace. Her eyes again fall shut and I can’t help but savor this moment.
It’s really her, dude.
This is unbelievable.
Hopefully there’s more to come.
Our bodies continue their grinding. She licks her lips and lowers her head to the left a little. Open smile, eyes shut.
What if she never agrees to making porn with you?
I don’t care. I just want her.
Our bodies continue their grinding. She bites the bottom of her lower right lip. The brows tense up, eyes shut.
I think it’s time for her to be in control.
Let’s see how well she knows the script.
Our bodies continue their grinding. “Damn… I can’t believe this is really happening.” I groan into the flesh of her shoulder.
She opens her eyes and looks my direction. Her joyful expression hints to her approval. She turns her head to the right and looks down to me. “After I read your fantasies… I knew I had to get you here,” she tells me, holding her pelvis against me and ending our dance. “And once I saw you…” I bend forward half the distance she does as she pushes her ass back hard against me. Feeling as if the angle will cause my erection to leave her, I pivot back and grab her hips. She twists her head forward to a bow and concludes, “I knew I had to feel you inside me.”
She commences to pump herself rapidly into my lap. “Oh… damn,” I utter out.
That was close enough to what I wrote.
My grip becomes tighter upon the tender flesh of her hips and I tilt my head down to watch her thrusting fully upon me without mercy. The sensation is sending my sperm into frenzy. I keep my pelvis at bay in order to avoid an early departure.
I don’t recall scripting this part to be this aggressive.
If she’s like this all the time, I’m in trouble.
Just breathe.
The pounding is driving me mad. ”Yea,” she moans out in the mix of her heavy breathing.
Fuck! It’s not helping.
Then cue the next position.
The pounding is driving me mad. I raise my head and focus on the reflection around her lowered head. “You know…” I begin to say, taking a second to try and calm myself before continuing, “if you wanna feel me… I can make you feel me.”
She turns her head towards her right shoulder in a manner which our eyes cannot connect, “Oh trust me… I’m feeling ya.”
Time for the victory stance.
The pounding is driving me mad. “Yea, but not like this,” I declare, locking her ass firm against me and forcing her up against the door. I reach forward, grip her wrists and stretch our arms up as far as I can upon the surface. She gasps and lays the left side of her face against the glass as I jump my right foot forward followed by the left. My face buries itself into her forest of hair.
No doubt her tits are squashed against the glass now.
I stroke the walls of her vagina with my fully erect cock over and over again, exceeding her previous display of aggression. “Oh God, yes!” she exclaims, “Fuck me!”
I just knew she had a wild side.
My breathing and her moans become louder with every passing thrust I deliver.
She might act all proper in public, but you called it.
Despite the distraction of her hair tickling my face, I find myself getting closer and closer to a climax.
At least she can’t get pregnant.
I’m not pulling out unless she tells me to.
I feel my sperm screaming for release. “I’m gonna cum,” I warn her.
“In me,” I swear I hear her mutter in the mix of her hoarse moans.
I bury my erection deep inside her as I unleash my load. I toss my head back to escape the darkness of her hair and exhale as our bodies quiver. Wave after wave of my ecstasy launch like fireworks celebrating this glorious victory.
I made it to the end after all.
A little sooner than I wanted.
But you did it… and with her!
*** …A Fantasy Fulfilled ***
Our bodies start to relax.
I hope she’s satisfied.
Our breathing begins to subside.
I could stay here forever.
With my penis now drained of all energy, I let go of her wrists and place my hands upon the rails of the door.
“Now it’s a good morning,” she says, pulling what hair she can away from the right side of her face with her freed left hand.
I look to her face lying upon the glass and smile, “You get your issue resolved?” I ask.
She only flashes a toothy smile and a blink of the eyes back to me in response.
Damn, I wanna kiss her again.
Can’t reach her lips from here.
With my body fully relaxed now, I feel a sudden weakness in my legs. “I need to sit down for a minute,” I inform her. I remove my exhausted penis from the comfort of her drenched vagina and push myself from the door. I squat down and support my collapse to the floor with my left hand behind me. I take another breath, place my right hand to the floor behind me and glide my legs in a V about her. I scan the ground to my left and see the scattered fantasies she tossed in the air earlier.
Where’d that print-out for ‘The Hot Seat’ land?
“Well, you got me to do it, didn’t you?” she asks.
I divert from my search and look up to her as she finishes rolling to her right off the door. Her gaze is fixed upon mine, her hands dangling in mid-air at the sides like a zombie. “Do what?” I respond.
She descends to a squat with thighs spread then drops forward to her knees by my sides, her face showing a playful demeanor. “Stick to my resolution and take a risk.”
I shoot her a puzzled look as she relaxes into my lap. “I’m not sure I qualify as a risk.” I inform her followed by a single chuckle, “There was no chance of me rejecting you.”
“I’m not talking about that,” she smirks with shoulders indicating the rubbing of her thighs.
I’m confused.
“Then what do you mean?”
“It’s kind of complicated… but…” Her shoulders fold in and eyes shift up with her head immediately following, “your fantasy just got revised.”
Huh?
My eyes follow the path of hers to the bottom of the loft floor overhead. There is a half-dollar sized hole on the underside.
Is that what I think it is?
Light bounces off what appears to be a lens from within.
