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“Oh, my!” I mocked, loving her carefree attitude. “It’s not yellow or brick, but I believe we just follow this path.” I tugged her hand to follow me. I don’t think she realized I was still holding it. When she tried to pull it back, I didn’t let go. She shrugged and followed along.

We followed the trails, stopping to enjoy the red river hogs, zebras, and ostriches. By the time we stopped to see the lions, I was continuously wiping the sweat away from my eyes. The large cats relaxed in the shade from a small copse of trees, lazily flicking their tails at the flies. “I think they’re smarter than us,” she observed. “They’re in the shade.”

I glanced at my watch. “I’m afraid in this heat some of the animals are going to wander back inside. Maybe we should do the same. Let’s take a break and grab something cold to drink.”

“Okay,” she agreed. “But first, let’s go over to that station and see if we can get up close to the giraffes. Maybe we could even feed them?” She batted her eyes at me.

She grabbed me by my shoulders and turned me to face the other side of the trail, pushing me through the gate that led to the observation deck. “Okay, okay,” I chuckled. “Are you always so pushy?”

She darted around him “If it gets me what I want,” she tossed with a grin over her shoulder as she started up the steps.

“It worked well for you last night,” I murmured.

She whirled around. She was a few steps ahead of me giving her enough additional height that she was able to stare straight into my eyes. “I seem to recall it worked out well for you, too.” The gleam in her eye was a definite challenge.

“It wasn’t a complaint.”

Our staring contest continued until we were jostled by a small tribe of kids as they pushed past us on the stairs. As the last boy blew by, his backpack caught Jen’s shoulder. He turned and hollered an apology, but that couldn’t stop her forward momentum and she pitched forward. I managed to catch her on her forearms, but couldn’t prevent her from plowing face first into my crotch, her mouth almost right on my zipper. My senses already on overload, my cock immediately sprang to life.

A few seconds passed while I fought to take a couple of deep, calming breaths. “I’m all for a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it but don’t you think we should wait for a more private moment?” I tried to make light of the situation before I weaved my fingers into her hair and held her head in place.

She jerked away, crawling backward up the stairs until she was several steps away.

Brushing the dirt from her hands, she stood up. “Well, Doc, if that’s what I wanted, it wouldn’t have taken a group of kids to bring me to my knees. If you’re ever lucky enough to see me in that position again, you better believe you’ll know I want it. And what’s more,” she leaned in and whispered, “you’ll be begging for it.” She turned her back and continued up the steps.

My jeans grew even tighter. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and tried to bring my body back under control. After last night, I no longer had to use my imagination to know how she felt in my arms, and I longed to repeat the experience. I opened my eyes to find her staring back in such a way, I thought maybe she was reliving the same memory as me.

Needing to break the spell, I bounded up the steps and grabbed her hand to pull her the rest of the way to the viewing platform. Unfortunately for me, watching the giraffes just made me remember how it felt to have her long legs wrapped around me and how she responded when I nuzzled into her long neck. I struggled to contain a growl and wondered if they had a polar bear exhibit where maybe I could cool off.