“Prepare the subject. Okay.” I loosen my laces, stand up, and toe off my boots, then I strip off my jeans and socks before crouching down to start on her boots. They go right up her calves under her jeans. “These are nice boots.”
“Thank you,” she says breathlessly from above me. She’s propped herself up so she can watch me, and her eyes are running over my body trying to take it all in. “You’re so fucking pretty,” she whispers — I think more to herself than to me, but I don’t mind hearing it.
“I like your body too.” I run my fingers down her calf muscle, digging into her flesh a little as I remove her boot. “Alot.”
She whimpers softly, and I toss the boot aside so I can take off the next one. I rake my fingers down that leg too, just for the reward of her sexy murmurings.
She lies back as I rise, and I hook my fingers over her belt. Our eyes lock, and she nods. “Do it.”
I unbuckle it and snap the leather back before unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down over her curvy hips and thick thighs. Her jeans quickly lose my interest when I see the dark patch on her cute pink panties — that gorgeous mark of moisture takes up damn near the whole crotch region. I toss her jeans aside and fist my cock as I stare. “You’re pretty wet, baby.”
“I’m about as wet as you are big and hard,” she whispers, eyeing my cock with an alarmed expression.
I ease back and do my best to tuck my giant cock away before she freaks out. “Don’t worry about that. I won’t do anything you don’t like.”
“Okay,” she says with a nod.
“Tell me what you want, Lana.”
Her eyebrows rise up her forehead. “Oh. I wasn’t expecting that question. I put some things in the wrong order, and I left that off the list. I told you I didn’t do this much. I need to think about it. Um…”
She’s clutching her little notepad as if it’s a lifeline, and I tilt her hand so that we can both see her list.
“It’s okay, there’s no rush,” I say in my calmest tone. “We’ll just go back and review. What does this one mean?”
“Check for condoms.”
I nod. “That’s an excellent point. Do you have any?”
She points to her handbag. “In the side pocket.”
“Phew. I really like that you plan for things, Lana, because I wasnotplanning to fuck anybody before I met your sexy ass, but I don’t know if I’ve ever been more charmed by a woman. Having to pull back now because of a lack of equipment would have been so fucking regrettable.” I fish a whole string of foil wrappers out of her bag. I hold them up and meet her eyes. “How much sex were you planning to have on that blind date?”
“I don’t know,” she says, unabashed. “I wanted to allow for breakages and that kind of thing. Dropped rubbers… I didn’twant to be picking hotel lint off something before it went inside me, so I figured an ample supply was the ideal contingency for untoward circumstances that could impede any fucking. I want to get laid, so it’s in my best interest to minimize any potential hurdles I might encounter before the event.”
A smile creeps onto my lips. “I love the way you talk dirty.”
Lana smiles, but not with any great certainty. It kind of wobbles on her lips, as if she’s not sure about what I’ve said. “Are you teasing me?” she asks.
“No. You literally just said you wanted to get laid so badly that you did everything in your control to get it. That’s fucking hot. And you’re also sexually responsible. I like it.”
The truth is, I’mlovingthe way she phrases things and that she’s so open and honest every time she opens her mouth. For the first time in my life, I feel likeIcan speak freely without fear of judgment, and it is seductive stuff. “I mean, Ireallylike it, Lana.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks flush sweetly, and my cock smears pre-cum on my leg as it strains where I’ve pinned it.
I clear the lust from my throat and review the next thing on her list. “Tell me about this eyeball-looking circle next to the zero, babe.”
“In this context, it translates to: seeing each other naked,” she informs me as her hand absently runs back and forth over the soft bedcover. “We’ve sort of covered that part,” she adds, glancing at my dick and then leaning closer for a better look.
I snap the waistband elastic on her panties. “Notquite.”
She hurriedly covers her crotch with one hand, and her eyes get a little wider as she grips her notepad tight again. She glances at her list, and I squint to read the additional notation.
I lean in close enough to smell her arousal through the fabric and her fingers. She smells good enough to eat, and I swallow back my urges as my mouth waters. “Does your shy reactionhave something to do with that next bunch of squiggles?” I ask, nudging her upper thigh with my nose and giving her a little nip to help her forget why she’s trying to hide her pussy.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe yes, or maybe no?”
