the smoke smolder out of his
mouth, waiting for her to answer.
She tore off a curl of funnel cake, popped it in her mouth
and rose. Her heart thumped with her boldness, but something kept pushing her
forward with the idea Glen had planted in her head. She wanted to be exciting
for Diego, different for once instead of the same ol’ boring Britt Malone.
She snatched up her backpack, her belly swirling with a
potent mixture of liquor, nerves and arousal. She downed the rest of the drink,
swallowed back a cough. “Yep. Let me hit the restroom and then as I said,
you’ll see.”
“Okay. I’ll be waiting. Impatiently.” He gave her an
intense, appraising look that melted her heart and seemed to caress her pussy.
She turned and walked toward the outdoor restroom
facilities. She heard a long whistle and knew it was Diego. His appraising look
caressed her ass too. It made her smile, feel prideful of the compliment.
Once inside the concrete brick structure, it relieved her to
find it clean, fresh-smelling—and empty. She slipped into one of the two metal
stalls, hung the backpack on a hook and dug for her bikini. She found it buried
among flips-flops, a set of clean panties, a t-shirt and socks for later.
“Damn, why did I bring this one?” she whispered as she
pulled out the neon-pink, string two-piece. Would Diego and all his friends
think she was trying to show off her body? She wasn’t sure, but a one-piece
might have been the safer route to go.
Too late. She’d already fallen in way too deep to back out
now. She’d just have to down another Long Island Tea and deal with it. She blew
out a few cleansing breaths to slow her breathing, stripped down naked and
zipped her jeans, tank, Nikes and soaked panties into the backpack. By the time
she had the suit on and her feet into flip-flops, women filtered into the
bathroom, giggling and chattering.
Great. Now I’ve got to parade out in front of them.
She took one last gulp of air and opened the stall door.
“Whoa. Baby, you look hot ,” one bleached-blonde said
on a low whistle. Her ice-blue gaze raked Britt with open admiration.
“Thanks,” Britt said softly while her face flamed with
embarrassment. But at the same time, something about it made her crotch tingle.
A chubby redhead scoured Britt with a look of envy and
shrugged. “Nothing special in my opinion.”
The tingle extinguished between Britt’s legs.
“Oh Candy, you’re just jealous,” another blonde said,
“because she’s snagged Diego. Not to mention she’s gorgeous as all get-out.”
“Whatever.” Candy rolled her eyes and locked herself in a
stall.
A pretty brunette standing in line held out her hand and
smiled. Dimples dented her cheeks and lent her a youthful, cheery look. “Hi. Mindy
here.” She had a husky voice and a barely clad, well-proportioned body, far
from youthful.
Britt took the woman’s hand. An instant connection of warmth
and genuine welcome engulfed her. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Britt. Britt
Malone.”
Mindy sidled closer and elbowed Britt amicably. Britt caught
the heady scent of her perfume. Out of the side of Mindy’s bright-red-painted
mouth, she murmured, “Michelle, Glen’s wife, she’s got the hots for you. Why
don’t you go play with her in the gelatin pit? You’d make her day—not to
mention Diego’s. He’s known—among other things—for getting off on watching his
woman with another chick.”
“Yeah, I heard that rumor,” Britt said with a nervous
chuckle. “And that’s just where I’m headed—to the gelatin pit. A little nervous
about it, but I’m going to give it a shot.”
Mindy nodded with a long, “Mmmm. So this is your first
time.”
Britt grinned. “Does it show that badly?”
“Not at all,” the blonde said with a mocking twinkle in her
eyes.
“Well, maybe a little,” Mindy admitted with a wave of her
hand, “but that’s kinda sexy. Besides, we’ve all been biker-scene virgins in
that respect
mouth, waiting for her to answer.
She tore off a curl of funnel cake, popped it in her mouth
and rose. Her heart thumped with her boldness, but something kept pushing her
forward with the idea Glen had planted in her head. She wanted to be exciting
for Diego, different for once instead of the same ol’ boring Britt Malone.
She snatched up her backpack, her belly swirling with a
potent mixture of liquor, nerves and arousal. She downed the rest of the drink,
swallowed back a cough. “Yep. Let me hit the restroom and then as I said,
you’ll see.”
“Okay. I’ll be waiting. Impatiently.” He gave her an
intense, appraising look that melted her heart and seemed to caress her pussy.
She turned and walked toward the outdoor restroom
facilities. She heard a long whistle and knew it was Diego. His appraising look
caressed her ass too. It made her smile, feel prideful of the compliment.
Once inside the concrete brick structure, it relieved her to
find it clean, fresh-smelling—and empty. She slipped into one of the two metal
stalls, hung the backpack on a hook and dug for her bikini. She found it buried
among flips-flops, a set of clean panties, a t-shirt and socks for later.
“Damn, why did I bring this one?” she whispered as she
pulled out the neon-pink, string two-piece. Would Diego and all his friends
think she was trying to show off her body? She wasn’t sure, but a one-piece
might have been the safer route to go.
Too late. She’d already fallen in way too deep to back out
now. She’d just have to down another Long Island Tea and deal with it. She blew
out a few cleansing breaths to slow her breathing, stripped down naked and
zipped her jeans, tank, Nikes and soaked panties into the backpack. By the time
she had the suit on and her feet into flip-flops, women filtered into the
bathroom, giggling and chattering.
Great. Now I’ve got to parade out in front of them.
She took one last gulp of air and opened the stall door.
“Whoa. Baby, you look hot ,” one bleached-blonde said
on a low whistle. Her ice-blue gaze raked Britt with open admiration.
“Thanks,” Britt said softly while her face flamed with
embarrassment. But at the same time, something about it made her crotch tingle.
A chubby redhead scoured Britt with a look of envy and
shrugged. “Nothing special in my opinion.”
The tingle extinguished between Britt’s legs.
“Oh Candy, you’re just jealous,” another blonde said,
“because she’s snagged Diego. Not to mention she’s gorgeous as all get-out.”
“Whatever.” Candy rolled her eyes and locked herself in a
stall.
A pretty brunette standing in line held out her hand and
smiled. Dimples dented her cheeks and lent her a youthful, cheery look. “Hi. Mindy
here.” She had a husky voice and a barely clad, well-proportioned body, far
from youthful.
Britt took the woman’s hand. An instant connection of warmth
and genuine welcome engulfed her. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Britt. Britt
Malone.”
Mindy sidled closer and elbowed Britt amicably. Britt caught
the heady scent of her perfume. Out of the side of Mindy’s bright-red-painted
mouth, she murmured, “Michelle, Glen’s wife, she’s got the hots for you. Why
don’t you go play with her in the gelatin pit? You’d make her day—not to
mention Diego’s. He’s known—among other things—for getting off on watching his
woman with another chick.”
“Yeah, I heard that rumor,” Britt said with a nervous
chuckle. “And that’s just where I’m headed—to the gelatin pit. A little nervous
about it, but I’m going to give it a shot.”
Mindy nodded with a long, “Mmmm. So this is your first
time.”
Britt grinned. “Does it show that badly?”
“Not at all,” the blonde said with a mocking twinkle in her
eyes.
“Well, maybe a little,” Mindy admitted with a wave of her
hand, “but that’s kinda sexy. Besides, we’ve all been biker-scene virgins in
that respect
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