Him: And you know just how quickly I get hard hearing your voice.
Her: Is that why you’re texting me instead?So you won’t get hard?
But he’d been hard against her on the dance floor.So deliciously hard.
Him: It’s because you’re a prude, and you wouldn’t want the driver to overhear the dirty words I want from you if we were on the phone.
She laughed out loud.The driver looked at her in the mirror.Feeling the need to explain, she said, “My friend just sent me a funny text.”
The woman smiled as she merged onto the freeway, and Summer turned back to her texting.Back to Knox.
Her: The last thing you could possibly call me is a prude.
Him: True.The last thing you were on the dance floor was a prude.You were so fucking wet and you came so fucking hard for me.
Just seeing those words, even on the small screen, made her wet all over again.She wanted his touch on her, his lips, his fingers, his cock.She had to breathe hard to stave off the stab of need.
Her: And you were so hard, you could have taken me right there on the dance floor.
Him: I could fuck you anywhere.On the dance floor, on the tabletop, a bathroom stall.
Her: Or the back of an Uber?
Him: Anywhere you want.
And the fantasies began.She felt more comfortable with fantasy, less afraid that she’d succumb to whatever he wanted.
Her: On a park bench with my long coat wrapped around us so no one can see actually what we’re doing.But they’d know.
Him: At a fancy restaurant, under the white linen tablecloth, with my fingers in your sweet hot pussy.
Her: In the top row of a dark movie theater, your cock in my mouth.
Him: On an airplane, with a blanket thrown over my lap as you stroke my cock.
Her: In the back seat of a stretch limo with me straddling you and the privacy screen open.
Him: In the restroom of a fancy hotel with you hanging onto the porcelain sink and me pounding you from behind while someone beats on the door.
Her: On the top deck of a ferryboat in the rain when no one’s out there.
Him: But we’re actually in full view of the captain and his mates on the bridge.
Her: In the parking lot of the restaurant where we just had dinner.
Him: And the couple sitting by the window can see everything.
Her: At a cocktail party on a pool lounger.
Him: With a couple we didn’t notice swimming in the pool.
She loved that he was now adding to her fantasies.Turning them voyeuristic.Her body was burning up, and she wanted his hands on her, his cock inside her.And she upped the ante with the fantasy he’d overheard that first Friday night.
Her: At a sex club where I straddle you as you pull my dress over my hips so everyone can see you enter me.
Him: And everyone watches me fucking you, the men with their cocks out, jerking off, because you’re so damn hot.
Her: The women are begging any man standing right next to them to take them the way you’re taking me.But it could never be as good.
