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Now with two hands free, I climb out of the panties. Our eyes are locked, and I know I am shaven. He has not dropped his eyes, and I watch his eyes on mine.

I hand the sexy yellow panties to him, and he lifts my own.

I shake my head, “No way. You put them on me!”

Lorenzo lifts his chin, and he growls low like a wolf.

As he continues to look into my eyes, he leans down, and our mouths are inches apart. I place my hands on his shoulders. and I step into my thong.

Slowly he lifts them up my legs, and I wiggle my butt as he tries to get them up, and on me.

It’s so hot, and by the time he finishes I’m drenched. Our lips are almost touching, and as he stands straight, I keep my hands around his neck.

It’s time, it has to be. As I lean in, to wrap my lips around his, there is a sudden knock.

“Everything okay in there?”

I jump, and the white-hot energy is suddenly gone. Just as well. After starting, I would not have let anyone get in the way. He would be mine.

As I take off the hot yellow bra, Lorenzo turns, and I go about getting dressed. “One day you’ll have to tell me about spanking.”

After, I pull on my Converse, I zip up the jumpsuit. “Okay, turn.”

Lorenzo does and I check myself in the mirror. I’ve left the zip down low, and I feel sexy.

“Zip up.”

“You do it.”

Lorenzo’s hands wrap around my chest, and it feels electric, again. I watch him slowly zip up my breasts, and keep them from everyone.

Our eyes meet, and I smile. “Are you okay?”

There is no answer, and the beast behind me looks disturbed and dark.

All I want to do is put my hands up and spread my legs. Then tell him to take me hard, any way he wants.

15

LORENZO

Alfred arrives at the Bentley as requested. I had to get firm with Storm in the lingerie boutique, I did not want her paying for any of it. I brought her to this street, and Maddison Ave is hardly affordable. As Alfred drives away in the Bentley, Storm and I walk home, as agreed.

I want to walk off my energy, and I want a clear head, if that’s at all possible.

Knowing Storm was standing panty-less behind me in the lingerie boutique was one thing. Knowing that if I turned, I could see her pussy, butt and breasts, drove me wild.

Holding her hot panties at the same time added way too much fuel.

Pulling her panties up and being near her tight, likely wet, pussy was next level.

It was far more intense than negotiating a hundred-million-dollar movie, or any kind of entertainment deal.

It was more seductive than anything, any woman had done to me, ever.

Storm was lucky I didn’t ask to slide into her on the spot. The old me, would have fucked her against the wall, after pulling her panties to the side.

And claimed her as mine.