fantasy to life.
**
Haley
flattened the back of her skirt with one hand, battling the wind’s attempt to
blow it up and expose her bare ass to Gina and Charlie’s neighbors.
“You’ll
never believe who’s back?” Gina’s green eyes glittered as she met Haley at the
door.
“Who?”
Haley asked, stepping inside. She’d debated wearing a tight skirt that wouldn’t
ruffle during a hurricane, but she’d wanted her soon-to-be-lover to have plenty
of room for his hands and any other body part he intended to pleasure her with.
“Seth
Gardner.” Gina smirked knowingly.
“No
way.” Already at the point of squirming, hearing his name was enough to make
her cream her panties—if she’d been wearing any. The one thing she fantasized
about more than having an orgasm in front of her friends was Seth. “Did he move
back permanently, or is he visiting?”
“He’s
not going back to China. That’s all I know,” Gina said, closing the door.
The
timing could have finally been perfect…if Haley hadn’t arrived bare-assed in a
short skirt to have some stranger give her an orgasm in front of him. Before
the night was over he’d think she was some kind of nympho freak. Which might turn
on some guys. But Seth had always been a super-serious, quiet engineer who
dated sweet, demure women.
No
surprise he’d never made a play for the girl who made drinks for all her
friends, shouted across the bar, and posted her sexual fantasies on the
Internet. “I’ll say hi. Where is he?”
“Downstairs
with everyone else unless he was the one who came up to get the Scotch.” Gina
made a face at the mention of the guys’ preferred extravagance.
“You
won’t be drinking those shots. I’m making an adult beverage you’ll appreciate,”
Haley assured her.
A
jubilant shout filtered up the staircase, proving the party in the basement was
in full swing.
“Be
careful if you go outside,” Gina continued. “I asked Charlie, like, fifty
times, and he still didn’t fix the floodlight. The only light in the backyard
comes from inside the house.”
Haley’s
nipples beaded at the thought of convincing Seth to join her alone on the
patio. She’d wrap her legs around his waist and drive him in for a slam dunk
while their friends were transfixed by the basketball game inside. What man
wouldn’t enjoy that kind of welcome home after being out of the country for a
year?
She
sighed. Probably not one who’d just watched another man give her an orgasm in
front of him. She embraced her healthy sexual appetite, but she wasn’t a slut. “I’m
not planning to go outside, but I do need to raid your fridge. Do you have any
half-and-half? Mine’s expired, and I’m making chocolate martinis.”
“Oh
yum, talk about a drink I can appreciate. You are so good to me, Haley. No
half-and-half in the mini-fridge downstairs, though. Take the one from the
kitchen.” The doorbell rang as Gina spoke. “That’s the pizza guy.”
Haley
scurried to the kitchen before the blast of outside air lifted her skirt and she
mooned the pimply-faced kid at the door. Someone was squatted in front of the
open refrigerator, extending his arm along a low back shelf where Charlie kept
the Scotch.
“I’m
going to reach over your head,” Haley announced, not wanting to surprise him,
as she spotted the half-and-half.
The
man turned and looked up, pinning her with a steady hazel gaze, his dark hair
pushed back from his face.
She
gasped. “Seth.”
“Haley.”
Her name rolling off his tongue felt like one long delicious lick over her sex.
He jumped to his feet, bring himself to eye-level with her—a good thing, since
he’d been in a position to look directly up her skirt.
She
could have stared for hours at his lopsided smile and brown hair that curled in
ringlets below his ears. She scrambled to cover that she’d been gawking.
“You’re not wearing your glasses.”
“Contacts.”
Not turning from her, he nudged the refrigerator door
**
Haley
flattened the back of her skirt with one hand, battling the wind’s attempt to
blow it up and expose her bare ass to Gina and Charlie’s neighbors.
“You’ll
never believe who’s back?” Gina’s green eyes glittered as she met Haley at the
door.
“Who?”
Haley asked, stepping inside. She’d debated wearing a tight skirt that wouldn’t
ruffle during a hurricane, but she’d wanted her soon-to-be-lover to have plenty
of room for his hands and any other body part he intended to pleasure her with.
“Seth
Gardner.” Gina smirked knowingly.
“No
way.” Already at the point of squirming, hearing his name was enough to make
her cream her panties—if she’d been wearing any. The one thing she fantasized
about more than having an orgasm in front of her friends was Seth. “Did he move
back permanently, or is he visiting?”
“He’s
not going back to China. That’s all I know,” Gina said, closing the door.
The
timing could have finally been perfect…if Haley hadn’t arrived bare-assed in a
short skirt to have some stranger give her an orgasm in front of him. Before
the night was over he’d think she was some kind of nympho freak. Which might turn
on some guys. But Seth had always been a super-serious, quiet engineer who
dated sweet, demure women.
No
surprise he’d never made a play for the girl who made drinks for all her
friends, shouted across the bar, and posted her sexual fantasies on the
Internet. “I’ll say hi. Where is he?”
“Downstairs
with everyone else unless he was the one who came up to get the Scotch.” Gina
made a face at the mention of the guys’ preferred extravagance.
“You
won’t be drinking those shots. I’m making an adult beverage you’ll appreciate,”
Haley assured her.
A
jubilant shout filtered up the staircase, proving the party in the basement was
in full swing.
“Be
careful if you go outside,” Gina continued. “I asked Charlie, like, fifty
times, and he still didn’t fix the floodlight. The only light in the backyard
comes from inside the house.”
Haley’s
nipples beaded at the thought of convincing Seth to join her alone on the
patio. She’d wrap her legs around his waist and drive him in for a slam dunk
while their friends were transfixed by the basketball game inside. What man
wouldn’t enjoy that kind of welcome home after being out of the country for a
year?
She
sighed. Probably not one who’d just watched another man give her an orgasm in
front of him. She embraced her healthy sexual appetite, but she wasn’t a slut. “I’m
not planning to go outside, but I do need to raid your fridge. Do you have any
half-and-half? Mine’s expired, and I’m making chocolate martinis.”
“Oh
yum, talk about a drink I can appreciate. You are so good to me, Haley. No
half-and-half in the mini-fridge downstairs, though. Take the one from the
kitchen.” The doorbell rang as Gina spoke. “That’s the pizza guy.”
Haley
scurried to the kitchen before the blast of outside air lifted her skirt and she
mooned the pimply-faced kid at the door. Someone was squatted in front of the
open refrigerator, extending his arm along a low back shelf where Charlie kept
the Scotch.
“I’m
going to reach over your head,” Haley announced, not wanting to surprise him,
as she spotted the half-and-half.
The
man turned and looked up, pinning her with a steady hazel gaze, his dark hair
pushed back from his face.
She
gasped. “Seth.”
“Haley.”
Her name rolling off his tongue felt like one long delicious lick over her sex.
He jumped to his feet, bring himself to eye-level with her—a good thing, since
he’d been in a position to look directly up her skirt.
She
could have stared for hours at his lopsided smile and brown hair that curled in
ringlets below his ears. She scrambled to cover that she’d been gawking.
“You’re not wearing your glasses.”
“Contacts.”
Not turning from her, he nudged the refrigerator door
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