swam
with the Long Island Tea, but that had become her vehicle to get up the nerve.
She eyed the seductive women. Her pussy flooded with heat and her mind raced in
anticipation at each sense that could become enhanced. Would she like the taste
of a woman, the feel of her skin, the pressure of fleshy breasts and nipples
together, getting full-on cunnilingus with one of these gorgeous, uninhibited
gals? The anticipation that Diego would “get off” on it, that he’d be watching
her please and be pleased by another woman? Phew. The entire scenario
had Britt’s pulse going thready and her panties dampening.
But did she have the nerve to initiate it? Or even be coaxed
into it?
Another swallow went down. She slammed her cup in front of
Diego. “It’s no problem. A woman needs to know where she stands with her man.
Oh, and I’ll take another tea, please.”
Herman? Did I really just say that? Whoa, this is
one potent cocktail.
Diego picked up the cup and peered inside. He jiggled the
remainder of the melting ice. “I’ll get you a water too. At the rate you’re
going, you’ll be hung over in two hours.”
“Funny.” Britt tilted her head and made a face at him.
Glen snorted. “Did I mention the dude’s also a gentleman?
Looks after the people he cares about.”
People he cares about. Hm, she liked the sound of that. It
made her feel safe and secure.
Diego unfolded himself from the picnic bench and grumbled
something about nosy-assed friends. He headed back to the bar and Britt
couldn’t help admiring the “Diego saunter” that emphasized his nice butt and
the strain of hamstring muscles beneath worn denim.
“See the hot, topless brunette over there looking our way?”
Glen asked, his voice gruff and cryptic.
Britt couldn’t help but notice. She danced at the center of
the rowdy crowd of partiers, the most gorgeous of all the women. She could
easily be a model in one of Britt’s catalog shoots. “You mean the one who keeps
winking at you and me?”
Glen grinned, revealing a row of white teeth with one gold cap
over an eyetooth. Small gold loops in his earlobes glittered by the sunlight.
“Yep, that would be the one. My naughty, beautiful wife Michelle. She’s been
devouring you since you rode through the gate on Diego’s bike. If you’re
interested, they’re getting ready to start the Gelatin-Wrestling Contest. Well,
it’s not really a contest.” He gave a crooked, roguish smile. “Everyone wins
with something as hot as that. But really, she’d welcome a little play in the
Jell-O pit with you. Go get a suit on and dive in and make her day.”
She imagined herself rolling around in the pit of gelatin
with Michelle while Diego watched. Britt’s lower belly quickened and an achy
flood of heat soaked her pussy. Her panties dampened yet again. Damn. By the
time she got out of here, she’d have to change her panties several times.
Michelle was stunning—long dark hair, full lips, large
breasts, curvy hips and long legs. Britt wasn’t sure how she’d gotten those
skimpy shorts on, but she wondered what it would be like to try to get them off
Michelle.
Britt fanned her face. Whew. What was wrong with her? She’d
never been with a woman before, yet she’d rolled through the gates of this
biker rally not thirty minutes ago and now she didn’t recognize herself. She’d
become a nympho full of curiosity and ready to try anything.
Including a woman.
In front of everyone.
For Diego.
“What lies did he tell you while I was gone, babe?” Diego
asked, setting down a fresh Long Island Tea and two glasses of ice water.
“Oh, I told her she should—”
“Shh, Glen, it’s a secret,” Britt cut in.
“Ah, I see,” Glen said with a nod and a conspiratorial
snort.
She enjoyed this little interplay with Diego’s friend.
Something had evolved in her since bumping into Diego in the store. She didn’t
recognize the woman she’d become since meeting him, since arriving here, but
she basked
with the Long Island Tea, but that had become her vehicle to get up the nerve.
She eyed the seductive women. Her pussy flooded with heat and her mind raced in
anticipation at each sense that could become enhanced. Would she like the taste
of a woman, the feel of her skin, the pressure of fleshy breasts and nipples
together, getting full-on cunnilingus with one of these gorgeous, uninhibited
gals? The anticipation that Diego would “get off” on it, that he’d be watching
her please and be pleased by another woman? Phew. The entire scenario
had Britt’s pulse going thready and her panties dampening.
But did she have the nerve to initiate it? Or even be coaxed
into it?
Another swallow went down. She slammed her cup in front of
Diego. “It’s no problem. A woman needs to know where she stands with her man.
Oh, and I’ll take another tea, please.”
Herman? Did I really just say that? Whoa, this is
one potent cocktail.
Diego picked up the cup and peered inside. He jiggled the
remainder of the melting ice. “I’ll get you a water too. At the rate you’re
going, you’ll be hung over in two hours.”
“Funny.” Britt tilted her head and made a face at him.
Glen snorted. “Did I mention the dude’s also a gentleman?
Looks after the people he cares about.”
People he cares about. Hm, she liked the sound of that. It
made her feel safe and secure.
Diego unfolded himself from the picnic bench and grumbled
something about nosy-assed friends. He headed back to the bar and Britt
couldn’t help admiring the “Diego saunter” that emphasized his nice butt and
the strain of hamstring muscles beneath worn denim.
“See the hot, topless brunette over there looking our way?”
Glen asked, his voice gruff and cryptic.
Britt couldn’t help but notice. She danced at the center of
the rowdy crowd of partiers, the most gorgeous of all the women. She could
easily be a model in one of Britt’s catalog shoots. “You mean the one who keeps
winking at you and me?”
Glen grinned, revealing a row of white teeth with one gold cap
over an eyetooth. Small gold loops in his earlobes glittered by the sunlight.
“Yep, that would be the one. My naughty, beautiful wife Michelle. She’s been
devouring you since you rode through the gate on Diego’s bike. If you’re
interested, they’re getting ready to start the Gelatin-Wrestling Contest. Well,
it’s not really a contest.” He gave a crooked, roguish smile. “Everyone wins
with something as hot as that. But really, she’d welcome a little play in the
Jell-O pit with you. Go get a suit on and dive in and make her day.”
She imagined herself rolling around in the pit of gelatin
with Michelle while Diego watched. Britt’s lower belly quickened and an achy
flood of heat soaked her pussy. Her panties dampened yet again. Damn. By the
time she got out of here, she’d have to change her panties several times.
Michelle was stunning—long dark hair, full lips, large
breasts, curvy hips and long legs. Britt wasn’t sure how she’d gotten those
skimpy shorts on, but she wondered what it would be like to try to get them off
Michelle.
Britt fanned her face. Whew. What was wrong with her? She’d
never been with a woman before, yet she’d rolled through the gates of this
biker rally not thirty minutes ago and now she didn’t recognize herself. She’d
become a nympho full of curiosity and ready to try anything.
Including a woman.
In front of everyone.
For Diego.
“What lies did he tell you while I was gone, babe?” Diego
asked, setting down a fresh Long Island Tea and two glasses of ice water.
“Oh, I told her she should—”
“Shh, Glen, it’s a secret,” Britt cut in.
“Ah, I see,” Glen said with a nod and a conspiratorial
snort.
She enjoyed this little interplay with Diego’s friend.
Something had evolved in her since bumping into Diego in the store. She didn’t
recognize the woman she’d become since meeting him, since arriving here, but
she basked
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