At least, Lucy said he had, and she didn’t have any reason to
lie. He should have just talked to Crane about it during their shift. This
sneaking around was making him nervous. Just talk to him, man to man, make sure
he was cool with it. And if he wasn’t, then John would apologize and never
touch Lucy again.
The shed door opened. Lucy came in. She wore a short, full
denim skirt and a white blouse that would have been demure if it had been
buttoned up two more buttons. Her lips sparkled with lip gloss, and her eyes
sparkled with breathtaking lust.
John lurched to his feet. “Uh, hello.”
She smiled and moved very close. “I was hoping you’d be here
alone.”
“All alone.”
“What you did today,” Lucy licked her lips, “that was
amazing. I’m so very grateful.”
John had half-expected to feel ridiculous with this little
game. But he slipped into the fantasy with dizzying speed. Nolan. I was
thinking about Nolan, I should be honest with him. Lucy put her little
hands on his chest and kneaded him like a cat, and everything about Nolan was
gone.
“Just doing my job, miss.” Okay, that sounded
pretty dorky.
She didn’t seem to mind. “But you did it so well. So
confidently. I like confident men.” Her hands strayed up to the back of his
neck and laced through his hair.
“Well, I’m glad I could help, miss.”
“And I just wish there was some way I could thank you
properly.” She stood on her tiptoes and pulled his head down. Her lips brushed
against his, teasing but not quite connecting. “Can you think of anything I could do for you?”
John’s head was swimming, his whole body was alive with
want. He caught her wrists and pulled her hands away. “I’m sorry, miss, but
we’re really not allowed to accept gratuities.”
Lucy struggled gently. “Not even special favors?”
“Afraid not.”
She gave up on getting her hands free, and instead slid her
feet forward and rubbed her pelvis against his. John felt his cock spring to
attention, straining against his jeans. He groaned very softly. “Sorry, miss.”
She pushed herself even closer. “But I really, really want
to.” She licked her lips again. “See, I even put on special lip gloss. It’s
peppermint. You want to taste? It’s warm.”
“Uhhh…”
“Just try,” she urged. “You’ll like it.”
“This is a bad idea,” John said. He leaned forward and
kissed her, still keeping their hands between them. Her lips did taste like
peppermint. He pulled back and licked his own lips. His tongue grew faintly
warm.
“Nice, huh?” Lucy asked.
“Tasty. But I still can’t…”
“Imagine how it would feel on your cock.”
“Look, miss, I can’t…”
“All slippery and hot and wet. Imagine sliding in and out.
All that peppermint all over your skin, warm and sweet, and this tongue, I can
do things with this tongue.”
Her body was still pressed against him, and he could see in
Lucy’s eyes that she loved the effect her words were having. “You’re killing
me, girl,” he muttered. “What if we get caught?”
“We won’t get caught.” She finally got her hands free and
ran them over his chest again. Then she pushed, gently, and John backed up and
lowered himself to the couch. “And I won’t tell anybody, I promise.”
“I shouldn’t…”
Lucy dropped to her knees, pushed his knees apart and moved
very close. “Kiss me,” she said, “like you mean it.”
He locked his hands behind her head and kissed her hard. His
lips forced hers apart, and his tongue ravaged her mouth. She gave as good as
she got. He felt his erection grow harder still. This woman knew all the
buttons to push with him. She could turn him on with a lick of her lips and
drive him absolutely crazy with just her tongue. She was by far the best lover
he’d ever had.
He wondered, in a distant corner of his mind, what she thought
of him.
Then her hands reached his zipper, and all rational thought
left him.
She opened his pants and pushed
lie. He should have just talked to Crane about it during their shift. This
sneaking around was making him nervous. Just talk to him, man to man, make sure
he was cool with it. And if he wasn’t, then John would apologize and never
touch Lucy again.
The shed door opened. Lucy came in. She wore a short, full
denim skirt and a white blouse that would have been demure if it had been
buttoned up two more buttons. Her lips sparkled with lip gloss, and her eyes
sparkled with breathtaking lust.
John lurched to his feet. “Uh, hello.”
She smiled and moved very close. “I was hoping you’d be here
alone.”
“All alone.”
“What you did today,” Lucy licked her lips, “that was
amazing. I’m so very grateful.”
John had half-expected to feel ridiculous with this little
game. But he slipped into the fantasy with dizzying speed. Nolan. I was
thinking about Nolan, I should be honest with him. Lucy put her little
hands on his chest and kneaded him like a cat, and everything about Nolan was
gone.
“Just doing my job, miss.” Okay, that sounded
pretty dorky.
She didn’t seem to mind. “But you did it so well. So
confidently. I like confident men.” Her hands strayed up to the back of his
neck and laced through his hair.
“Well, I’m glad I could help, miss.”
“And I just wish there was some way I could thank you
properly.” She stood on her tiptoes and pulled his head down. Her lips brushed
against his, teasing but not quite connecting. “Can you think of anything I could do for you?”
John’s head was swimming, his whole body was alive with
want. He caught her wrists and pulled her hands away. “I’m sorry, miss, but
we’re really not allowed to accept gratuities.”
Lucy struggled gently. “Not even special favors?”
“Afraid not.”
She gave up on getting her hands free, and instead slid her
feet forward and rubbed her pelvis against his. John felt his cock spring to
attention, straining against his jeans. He groaned very softly. “Sorry, miss.”
She pushed herself even closer. “But I really, really want
to.” She licked her lips again. “See, I even put on special lip gloss. It’s
peppermint. You want to taste? It’s warm.”
“Uhhh…”
“Just try,” she urged. “You’ll like it.”
“This is a bad idea,” John said. He leaned forward and
kissed her, still keeping their hands between them. Her lips did taste like
peppermint. He pulled back and licked his own lips. His tongue grew faintly
warm.
“Nice, huh?” Lucy asked.
“Tasty. But I still can’t…”
“Imagine how it would feel on your cock.”
“Look, miss, I can’t…”
“All slippery and hot and wet. Imagine sliding in and out.
All that peppermint all over your skin, warm and sweet, and this tongue, I can
do things with this tongue.”
Her body was still pressed against him, and he could see in
Lucy’s eyes that she loved the effect her words were having. “You’re killing
me, girl,” he muttered. “What if we get caught?”
“We won’t get caught.” She finally got her hands free and
ran them over his chest again. Then she pushed, gently, and John backed up and
lowered himself to the couch. “And I won’t tell anybody, I promise.”
“I shouldn’t…”
Lucy dropped to her knees, pushed his knees apart and moved
very close. “Kiss me,” she said, “like you mean it.”
He locked his hands behind her head and kissed her hard. His
lips forced hers apart, and his tongue ravaged her mouth. She gave as good as
she got. He felt his erection grow harder still. This woman knew all the
buttons to push with him. She could turn him on with a lick of her lips and
drive him absolutely crazy with just her tongue. She was by far the best lover
he’d ever had.
He wondered, in a distant corner of his mind, what she thought
of him.
Then her hands reached his zipper, and all rational thought
left him.
She opened his pants and pushed
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