Thief of Mine by Amarinda Jones Page A

stupidity. He sat down on the small bench that was set
back against the wall of the photo booth. He looked at the generic camera lens
before him. An idea came to mind. If they had to sit it out and wait then they
may as well have some fun. He smiled at Stella.
    Stella felt suddenly nervous at that smile, which was insane
because he had seen her naked and he had been inside her body so it was not
like there were any surprises there. She had never felt like this with any
other lover. Lover? Was that was Kit was? Did a quick roll in the hay—or in
this case a blinding moment of hot sex on a garden table—make them lovers? What
was it about this blond man that threw her composure out the window? Why did
she want to do dumb and delicious things with him when he smiled at her like
that?
    “I didn’t think these photo booths existed anymore.” The
ugly, antiquated boxes had once been a popular and convenient way of getting a
quick, cheap and usually ugly photo for purposes of identification. With the
advent of digital cameras Stella just assumed they had all disappeared. But as
Roma Street railway station was a major tourist transit area, it probably
seemed feasible to have one still in operation. It was also probably some sort
of quirky tourist thing. A lot of people had fond memories of squeezing friends
into one of these photo booths and taking silly photos. She and Simone had
certainly done so. Though being squeezed in with Kit was a completely different
feeling.
    “So how long do you think we have to wait in here?” It was
hard to make polite conversation when she had no underwear on. And the man who
was sitting so close to her was aware of that. Plus she knew he was hoping to
take advantage of this fact.
    “Sit down.” Kit tapped his hand on his thigh. He knew Stella
was nervous and he thought it was cute. “Take a seat. We may be here a while.”
    Stella looked at him skeptically. Sit on the lap with that
huge, delicious cock? Was she that big a thrill seeker? And what could either
of them do about it in a photo booth anyway? It was hardly a private place to
even contemplate having sex in. Stella felt a little calmer after having this
thought.
    “Who’s following us? One of Camille’s mob?” When in doubt,
shift the topic to safer ground was Stella’s motto.
    “They seem to have the knack of being everywhere. I suggest
we sit here for fifteen minutes or so and then head to the lockers.” The sooner
Kit had the idol and Stella out of Roma Street the better.
    “You honestly think they won’t look in here, lover boy?”
    Stella had her hands on her hips again, looking all prissy,
and Kit wanted her more than ever. Was she aware that when she put her hands on
her hips the jacket rode up and he could see the soft skin of her inner thighs
and the curls on her pussy? Kit thought. But he wasn’t about to tell her that.
Why ruin the show?
    “It was either here all the men’s toilets, and I know they
would look there.” He tapped his thighs again. “Sit down. Or are you scared, princess?”
    “Of you? No.” Of me and what I may do? Hell yes .
Stella contemplated her options. Leave the photo booth and beg for train fare
home in her half naked state? That seemed not only embarrassing but also
possibly something she might get arrested for. Stay with Kit and sit calmly on
his lap and avoid having sex with him. It seemed doable to Stella. He could
hardly take her in a cramped photo booth where anyone could stick their head in
for a look. Though the possibility of that happening seemed strangely exciting
to Stella.
    “Come on, princess, I’m not going to bite…unless you want me
to.” Kit saw Stella’s eyes narrow warily. “I will be a perfect gentleman and
only do what you want me to do.”
    Stella would have liked to have said that made her feel so
much safer, but it didn’t. She had a feeling Kit could make her do all sorts of
things she never planned on.
    “No funny stuff, right.”
    “My word of