been up since six, so I stepped out and bought you some clothes while you slept.”
My heart melted a little. It took some serious balls to buy a girl clothes, and talent to get it right.
“You’ve been up since six?” It was past noon, and I was still feeling woozy.
It didn’t help that I was feeling like I’d swallowed a watermelon with my nether regions. I was tender, but I relished the feeling, and looked forward to making myself sore all over again, as soon as I could. My gaze wandered to Shane’s bulge, and it was growing even as he looked at me. I wanted him then, and there was only one way to have him.
I approached him with a sway to my hips, feeling all woman and ready to take on the world. I touched his zipper with a fingernail.
He backed away, grinning. “No, no way. I’ve got to pack, and you’ve got to get a picture for your passport. I know a guy who can get them done quick. Our flight leaves at eight tonight.”
I chased him across the room until I had him backed into a corner. He gazed down at me, eyes burning.
“I thought you were...you know...”
I knelt down in front of him, unzipped him, and tugged his pants down so his lengthening cock sprang free. He gasped when I took him deep into my throat without so much as a warning.
“I am. That doesn’t mean I can’t do this,” I said, spreading my saliva on him, hand over hand.
He tasted clean and hard, like salt and skin and man. He came hard, and fast. I tucked him back into his pants and stood up, wiping my lips with the back of my hand as he leaned against the wall, gasping.
* * *
I’d never flown before, and I was nervous, gripping the seat arms with white-knuckled hands as the jet bucked and jerked to heavy turbulence.
Shane rubbed my leg, relaxed, reading a book. “It’s fine. It’s just some bumps.”
I glanced at Shane, wondering, not for the first time since boarding the plane, what exactly I was thinking, getting on a plane to Africa with a man I’d known less than two days.
What a wild ride this would be.
The End of Part One
My heart melted a little. It took some serious balls to buy a girl clothes, and talent to get it right.
“You’ve been up since six?” It was past noon, and I was still feeling woozy.
It didn’t help that I was feeling like I’d swallowed a watermelon with my nether regions. I was tender, but I relished the feeling, and looked forward to making myself sore all over again, as soon as I could. My gaze wandered to Shane’s bulge, and it was growing even as he looked at me. I wanted him then, and there was only one way to have him.
I approached him with a sway to my hips, feeling all woman and ready to take on the world. I touched his zipper with a fingernail.
He backed away, grinning. “No, no way. I’ve got to pack, and you’ve got to get a picture for your passport. I know a guy who can get them done quick. Our flight leaves at eight tonight.”
I chased him across the room until I had him backed into a corner. He gazed down at me, eyes burning.
“I thought you were...you know...”
I knelt down in front of him, unzipped him, and tugged his pants down so his lengthening cock sprang free. He gasped when I took him deep into my throat without so much as a warning.
“I am. That doesn’t mean I can’t do this,” I said, spreading my saliva on him, hand over hand.
He tasted clean and hard, like salt and skin and man. He came hard, and fast. I tucked him back into his pants and stood up, wiping my lips with the back of my hand as he leaned against the wall, gasping.
* * *
I’d never flown before, and I was nervous, gripping the seat arms with white-knuckled hands as the jet bucked and jerked to heavy turbulence.
Shane rubbed my leg, relaxed, reading a book. “It’s fine. It’s just some bumps.”
I glanced at Shane, wondering, not for the first time since boarding the plane, what exactly I was thinking, getting on a plane to Africa with a man I’d known less than two days.
What a wild ride this would be.
The End of Part One
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