common.
She headed back for her crockpot and he grabbed the load of clothing. Together
they walked out the door and back to the truck.
Haley was kicking herself for her
earlier comment and wondered exactly how he planned to make it up to her. It
might turn out to be quite a feat for him. The moment had passed and the coals
in her pussy were burning out, just as they were in his fireplace.
* * * *
Austin opened the door and let her
in. The day had cleared considerably and they were leaving just in time to miss
full rush hour. They could easily get back to her house before the traffic got
bad and hopefully the roads were clearer than they had been. He had forwarded
any business calls to Med, and he was competent to handle them for the day.
The more he got to know Haley, the
more he wanted Med to meet her. She was assertive in some ways and docile in
others. If he pushed her, she backed off. The woman was certainly submissive
and that could prove to be a very good point. As he backed out of the driveway,
he had a sudden urge to know more about her sexual preferences. “Now that we
are in a neutral situation, can I ask how you enjoyed the kiss?”
She frowned, just as he had
expected. His timing for the question was horrible, but this time he had done
it on purpose. She wasn’t in a situation to occupy herself, as she had done
adding the final touches to the meal. She couldn’t walk away, unless she wanted
to get out with mountains of snow on her side of the truck.
“I enjoyed it. It was slightly
demanding, but very nice.”
That was a good answer and had
breached the subject perfectly. He wanted to ease into it with her. “Did you
enjoy me holding you hair or was it too rough?”
She looked at him and shrugged, her
eyes turning away. “I guess I didn’t mind.”
“Do you ever fantasize about being
tied up or having a man tell you what he wants done in detail?”
This time she didn’t look at him.
He could see her analyzing the question, and then she shifted her hips as if
slightly uncomfortable. “I suppose. Why are you asking?”
“Because I would love nothing
better than to give you the experience. How adventurous are you, Haley Joy?” It
was blunt and to the point, but could be taken in many ways. It also had many
replies, but a limited amount that would thrill him.
“I suppose that depends on your
idea of adventure.”
“I was specifically asking about
sexually. Is it strictly missionary style with no room for expansion? Have you
tried other positions, or maybe games?”
“I have tried other positions. Back
when we first got married, Jack and I played games. That changed over the
years, but…”
“So what was your favorite game?”
“He liked it when I dressed up as a
doll or maybe a French maid. He bought me quite a few costumes. Each costume
had its own game to go with it.”
Now she was being vague. Had she
not enjoyed it, or was she too shy to discuss it? “That sounds extremely
interesting. What was your favorite one?”
In his peripheral vision, he could
see her face darkening with color. The woman was blushing. No shit. He stopped
for the light and spun to face her. “Oh, you have to tell me. I know just from
your reaction that this is going to be good. What did you dress up as and what
did he do?”
She scrunched her lips into a very
childish expression of embarrassment and looked away from him.
“Oh, come on. You mentioned it,” he
said.
“Yeah, because you asked. I didn’t
realize I was going to have to go into detail.”
Throwing his head back
dramatically, he groaned and then faced the light. He wanted to see if his
drama and then silence would prompt her to speak. Was he going to have to pry
it out of her? He wanted to know, needed to know what she had found so
intimating.
Was it simply the act, the dressing
up, or had more gone on? Maybe it was just talking about it. Some women were
bolder in bed than they were speaking about it afterwards. He had to get her to
tell
She headed back for her crockpot and he grabbed the load of clothing. Together
they walked out the door and back to the truck.
Haley was kicking herself for her
earlier comment and wondered exactly how he planned to make it up to her. It
might turn out to be quite a feat for him. The moment had passed and the coals
in her pussy were burning out, just as they were in his fireplace.
* * * *
Austin opened the door and let her
in. The day had cleared considerably and they were leaving just in time to miss
full rush hour. They could easily get back to her house before the traffic got
bad and hopefully the roads were clearer than they had been. He had forwarded
any business calls to Med, and he was competent to handle them for the day.
The more he got to know Haley, the
more he wanted Med to meet her. She was assertive in some ways and docile in
others. If he pushed her, she backed off. The woman was certainly submissive
and that could prove to be a very good point. As he backed out of the driveway,
he had a sudden urge to know more about her sexual preferences. “Now that we
are in a neutral situation, can I ask how you enjoyed the kiss?”
She frowned, just as he had
expected. His timing for the question was horrible, but this time he had done
it on purpose. She wasn’t in a situation to occupy herself, as she had done
adding the final touches to the meal. She couldn’t walk away, unless she wanted
to get out with mountains of snow on her side of the truck.
“I enjoyed it. It was slightly
demanding, but very nice.”
That was a good answer and had
breached the subject perfectly. He wanted to ease into it with her. “Did you
enjoy me holding you hair or was it too rough?”
She looked at him and shrugged, her
eyes turning away. “I guess I didn’t mind.”
“Do you ever fantasize about being
tied up or having a man tell you what he wants done in detail?”
This time she didn’t look at him.
He could see her analyzing the question, and then she shifted her hips as if
slightly uncomfortable. “I suppose. Why are you asking?”
“Because I would love nothing
better than to give you the experience. How adventurous are you, Haley Joy?” It
was blunt and to the point, but could be taken in many ways. It also had many
replies, but a limited amount that would thrill him.
“I suppose that depends on your
idea of adventure.”
“I was specifically asking about
sexually. Is it strictly missionary style with no room for expansion? Have you
tried other positions, or maybe games?”
“I have tried other positions. Back
when we first got married, Jack and I played games. That changed over the
years, but…”
“So what was your favorite game?”
“He liked it when I dressed up as a
doll or maybe a French maid. He bought me quite a few costumes. Each costume
had its own game to go with it.”
Now she was being vague. Had she
not enjoyed it, or was she too shy to discuss it? “That sounds extremely
interesting. What was your favorite one?”
In his peripheral vision, he could
see her face darkening with color. The woman was blushing. No shit. He stopped
for the light and spun to face her. “Oh, you have to tell me. I know just from
your reaction that this is going to be good. What did you dress up as and what
did he do?”
She scrunched her lips into a very
childish expression of embarrassment and looked away from him.
“Oh, come on. You mentioned it,” he
said.
“Yeah, because you asked. I didn’t
realize I was going to have to go into detail.”
Throwing his head back
dramatically, he groaned and then faced the light. He wanted to see if his
drama and then silence would prompt her to speak. Was he going to have to pry
it out of her? He wanted to know, needed to know what she had found so
intimating.
Was it simply the act, the dressing
up, or had more gone on? Maybe it was just talking about it. Some women were
bolder in bed than they were speaking about it afterwards. He had to get her to
tell
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