Page 38 of Badd Ass

“Doesn’t that usually happenafterthe date?”

“I think that’s up to us,” I said. “I’d like to think we can decide for ourselves how we want this to work.”

“And you think sex first is a viable plan, huh?”

“And after.” I tickled her ear with my tongue. “And maybe even during. You never know.”

“During?”

I took her hand in mine and led her in the direction of her B&B. “Yeah, during. You wear something more…accessible, and I can do all sorts of interesting things to you.”

“Is that so?” she breathed. “And…and what if I didn’t bring anything moreaccessible?”

“You didn’t?”

“I might have brought one skirt.”

“I think you should change into that, then.” I put my lips against her ear. “No underwear.”

“I never go commando,” she answered. “It’s weird.”

“That’s fine,” I said, an idea flitting through my head. “Wear underwear with the skirt. I can work with it”

She eyed me. “And what doesthatmean?”

I just grinned. “Oh, you’ll see.”

We didn’t talk much the rest of the way to the B&B, since we were both kind of power-walking. I know for my part, all I could think of was the video she’d sent me, the glorious, erection-inducing visual of beautiful Mara with her thighs spread apart, that pink vibrator sliding into her pussy. I kept seeing that over and over, the way her tits had bounced while she came, and how badly I needed to be the one to make her tits bounce.

Just thinking about it had me going hard in my jeans, which was a problem because we’d reached the B&B and my cock was pointing down, which meant I needed to adjust myself…a difficulty when the living room of the B&B was crowded with guests. Mara said her hellos as she veritably hauled me through the room to the stairs. We reached her room, and she unlocked it in record time and shoved me through, slamming and locking the door behind herself.

“Naked,” she murmured. “Get naked.”

I peeled my jacket off, tossed it aside, and then yanked my shirt over my head. “Eager, huh, Mara?”

“All damn day I’ve been thinking about that video you sent me. I can’t get it out of my head.”

I bent to unlace my boots, kicked them and my socks off, and then shucked my jeans and underwear before reaching for Mara. “I’ve been having the same issue.”

She toed off her shoes and socks while I started tugging down the skintight jeans she favored, leaving her in a red thong and her T-shirt. “You have?”

“Hell yeah. I might have had to relieve myself because of it this morning.”

“And you didn’t record it?”

“Should I have?”

“Hell yeah.” She grasped my cock and stroked it slowly. “Always record it, and always send it to me.”

“Ditto, in that case.”

I decided to play with her a little bit, so I left her shirt and bra on but slid her thong down. I pushed her back against the door and traced her slit with my middle finger, then again, and penetrated her ever so slightly, teasing her pussy gradually until my finger was inside her and she was writhing against my finger.

A fist rapped tentatively against the door at that moment. “Miss Quinn?” The voice was elderly, thin and sweet.

She blinked, hips flexing as I slid my finger slowly in and out of her channel. “It’s Mrs. Kingsley, the hostess,” she whispered to me, and then twisted away from me and opened the door a crack. “Hi, Mrs. Kingsley. What’s up?”

I palmed her ass as she leaned into the sliver of an opening, just her head and shoulders visible on the other side; Mara batted at my hand, but I ignored her, sliding my hands over her marvelous ass, then cupping her hips, then carving both hands around to palm her pussy. I teased her opening once, twice, a third time, and Mara’s hips began flexing as I flitted the tip of my middle finger against her clit.