“Here you go.” He handed her a plastic red cup full of tap water.
Their fingers brushed as she took the cup from him. Her heart was racing at his nearness; the slight touch sent electricity through her whole body. Her nipples tightened and her pussy felt a little slick. She took a step back from him, afraid he would sniff and tell she was aroused.
“Um, so the couch is perfect for me to crash on.”
“No, you can sleep in my bed; I’ll take the couch.”
She shook her head not sure she wanted to sleep in a bed that probably had remnants of his previous sexual encounters. “I’ve imposed enough, I’ll take the couch.” She sat down and was surprised the couch was actually comfortable. It was a big leather piece with a button that let out the leg rests. “Wow, that’s nice.”
He sat down next to her then drank from the bottle of beer. “Yeah, I got a good deal on this and it’s been great for watching sports.”
“Who’s your favorite team?” she asked.
“The Decaros Rangers.”
“Me too. I saved up money to take my grandpa to one of the super play games and it was awesome. It was something that he had on his wish list. He had never been to a live game before and the super play was the ultimate of games for fans.” She smiled thinking silently.
“I’m sure he loved it because he got to go with you.”
She laughed, “It was interesting to say the least. The hot dog vendor got hit by a run away ball and had to be carted off by the paramedics. I did manage to get some of the players to sign a ball for him. When he died, my grandmother insisted I take the ball with me. It’s one of my most treasured items.” Why had she told him all that? He was just easy to talk to.
They spent the next hour talking about her family and how she met Vic and Jagger. He shared that he had been raised by his grandmother so they actually shared something in common. She lost track of time until she yawned.
“You must be tired.”
“I could use a hot shower first. Where’s your bathroom?”
“It’s the first door on the right down the hallway.”
She opened her suitcase and took out her large men's t-shirt, fresh panties, a towel, and her tiny bottle of shampoo. Not sure what to expect when she entered the bathroom, she was a little shocked. It was immaculate; the shower could fit five people in there. What really had her flabbergasted was the amount of hair products lined up. There was shampoo, enhancer, conditioner, leave in conditioner, pre-rinse…her mind was boggled by all of it. It made her cheap dime store bottle of shampoo look ridiculous.
The water turned on as soon as she stepped into the stall; it was even at the perfect temperature. Jinx groaned in pleasure as the water hit her tired body. She didn’t bring her own soap, planning to use the shampoo at the motel. She reached for his body wash. It smelled so good she couldn’t resist using it. Cupping her breasts, she imagined Drake’s large hands molding to her body. The thought of his large strong hands running all over her was so hot. Oh man, she had only just met Drake, but he had become her new sexual fantasy. Well, it wouldn’t hurt anyone, and she needed to relieve the tension.
Decision made, she used one hand to reach down and rub her fingers over her pussy lips. She was aching inside. Inserting a finger, she touched herself just how she liked it. Her other hand squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. She added another finger and lifted her foot up on the shower seat. It opened her up, allowing her to go in deeper.
“Oh yeah,” closing her eyes, she pictured Drake’s cock pushing into her over and over, his lips on her shoulder and his teeth gently scraping her skin. She had a thing about nips on her shoulder blade. It wasn’t going to...take much. “Oh God!” Her hand left her breast to brace herself on the shower wall as she felt her climax hit her.
It took a few seconds for her to calm from the shaking. When was the last time she had a release like that? Sadly, a while. Her boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend Steve, was a pilot and traveled a lot. He was much better than Rudy from when she was sixteen. Steve was a hard worker and had aspirations, legal ones that didn’t involve a gun.
She had been dating Steve for two years, but the past four months had put a strain on their relationship. Especially when she told him that she planned to come to Fin-Dieskau to work for Vic. They had a major fight and she hung up on him. He showed up the day before she left and begged that she stay there so that they could work things out. He even brought a ring, intending to bribe her with a proposal.
She would have said no immediately, but then he kissed her, heating things up and distracting her. Jinx stopped it before she gave into her needs. Steve used sex or emotional blackmail to get her to agree to things he wanted. She wasn’t going to let him do that to her again.
Jinx told him that they needed to take a break from each other so that she could pursue her dream and they both could determine if their relationship had a future. He argued with her, tried to bribe her with a big fancy wedding then turned to threatening her that if she left he wouldn’t wait.
“Fine, go to Fin-Dieskau but know that I won’t wait for you forever! Plenty of women want me I don’t have to take this!” he stormed out.
He had left her emotionally drained and frustrated sexually. She was vulnerable to any kind of attention which was probably why she was responding so quickly to Drake’s presence.
As she stepped out of the shower, the water cut off automatically. She reached for a towel and dried her body off. She put on her panties and her super long t-shirt that reached just above her knees. It wasn’t sexy or anything, but it was comfortable. It belonged to her grandpa when he played football in his early years.
Towel drying her hair, she glanced at all the hair products. She reached for the leave-in conditioner, put a small amount in her hand and ran it through her hair. The colorful streaks in her hair were starting to fade. She would have to do something about that.
Done, she grabbed her dirty clothes and opened the door and almost walked into a wall of flesh and let out an audibleuumph.
She glanced up and up at a bare chested Drake. Good gosh he was fine.
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