honor.” Kit only planned on doing exciting
stuff.
Stella rolled her eyes at this. She was tired and her feet
hurt. Being able to sit down for a couple of minutes would be welcomed. She
took a deep breath and sat down on sideways on Kit’s lap. It seemed the safest
alternative.
“So what do we do now?” Even saying the words sounded dumb
when Kit was looking at her in an “I could be so good for you in an awfully
wicked way”. He was as yummy as cheesecake but without the calories. Now there
was a product worth marketing.
Just knowing Stella was all bare assed sitting on his lap
made his cock instantly jut up in excitement. There was no way Kit could let
this moment pass him by.
“I know what I want to do.” His hands encircled her waist as
his tongue slowly licked the sensitive flesh near Stella’s ear. He loved the
taste of this woman.
Stella moaned softly. She could feel the steel rod of his
erection poking into her bottom.
“I want to be inside you again, princess. Once was most
definitely not enough.” Kit blew against the wet flesh on her neck. The shiver
that ran though her body, told him all he needed to know.
“In a photo booth?” Stella gasped, both at the thought of
how wrong it would be and yet how good it would feel to have him inside her
again. “Are you kidding me?” Though, the thought of having sex with Kit Kincaid
with people passing innocently by outside was actually getting less shocking by
the second. But did good girls do that sort of thing? There must be some sort of
rule on that? She would have to remember to ask when she next met a good girl
she could ask. Though good girls were few and far between these days.
“Why not?” Kit breathed softly into her ear.
Stella closed her eyes for a moment and savored the surge of
warmth shooting through her veins. She put her hands on his broad shoulders to
steady herself. The man was a drug. And it seemed like a shame to let that
long, hard cock prodding insistently into her ass go to waste.
“There’s no privacy and anyone could walk in.” If Stella
thought up enough good reasons it may just stop her from having sex with Kit
again. That or she would feel better for having at least made an attempt to be
good when Kit was once again hot and tight inside her.
“But what’s what makes it so excitingly, princess. It’s that
possibility of getting caught.” Kit felt Stella squirm against his lap. He held
his breath and counted backward. He wanted to be deep inside her when he came. “Besides,
the curtain goes to the floor.”
“Oh yeah, that makes a big difference—a flimsy barrier that
could be pulled aside easily.” Stella looked down as Kit searched his pockets.
Idly, for no real reason of course, she wondered if the Boy Scout had another
condom hidden away in one of those pockets. “What are you doing?”
“We might as well take a photo of us while we’re in here.”
“What for?” Strangely enough a photograph of Kit sounded
like a good idea. Stella knew she might never see him again after this night.
It would be nice to have proof that he had once existed. She could then pull
the photo out when her great-nieces and nephews came to visit Crazy Aunt Stella
and bore them with stories about a blond-haired thief she had once had a wild
night of passion with.
“I want to immortalize the moment so to speak.” Kit reached
forward and slid coins into the money slot. His hands then went back to Stella,
sliding up to her breast, flicking jacket buttons undone as he went.
“What are you doing?” Stella started swatting at his hands
as the jacket slid to the ground. He wanted to take a photo of her naked. She
knew she should object but the thought of her naked and being photographed on his
lap was way too thrilling to object to. She was officially becoming a total
slut and she didn’t care.
“Nothing that you don’t want me to do, princess,” Kit
promised as his hands ripped apart the torn pink fabric of what was left of
stuff.
Stella rolled her eyes at this. She was tired and her feet
hurt. Being able to sit down for a couple of minutes would be welcomed. She
took a deep breath and sat down on sideways on Kit’s lap. It seemed the safest
alternative.
“So what do we do now?” Even saying the words sounded dumb
when Kit was looking at her in an “I could be so good for you in an awfully
wicked way”. He was as yummy as cheesecake but without the calories. Now there
was a product worth marketing.
Just knowing Stella was all bare assed sitting on his lap
made his cock instantly jut up in excitement. There was no way Kit could let
this moment pass him by.
“I know what I want to do.” His hands encircled her waist as
his tongue slowly licked the sensitive flesh near Stella’s ear. He loved the
taste of this woman.
Stella moaned softly. She could feel the steel rod of his
erection poking into her bottom.
“I want to be inside you again, princess. Once was most
definitely not enough.” Kit blew against the wet flesh on her neck. The shiver
that ran though her body, told him all he needed to know.
“In a photo booth?” Stella gasped, both at the thought of
how wrong it would be and yet how good it would feel to have him inside her
again. “Are you kidding me?” Though, the thought of having sex with Kit Kincaid
with people passing innocently by outside was actually getting less shocking by
the second. But did good girls do that sort of thing? There must be some sort of
rule on that? She would have to remember to ask when she next met a good girl
she could ask. Though good girls were few and far between these days.
“Why not?” Kit breathed softly into her ear.
Stella closed her eyes for a moment and savored the surge of
warmth shooting through her veins. She put her hands on his broad shoulders to
steady herself. The man was a drug. And it seemed like a shame to let that
long, hard cock prodding insistently into her ass go to waste.
“There’s no privacy and anyone could walk in.” If Stella
thought up enough good reasons it may just stop her from having sex with Kit
again. That or she would feel better for having at least made an attempt to be
good when Kit was once again hot and tight inside her.
“But what’s what makes it so excitingly, princess. It’s that
possibility of getting caught.” Kit felt Stella squirm against his lap. He held
his breath and counted backward. He wanted to be deep inside her when he came. “Besides,
the curtain goes to the floor.”
“Oh yeah, that makes a big difference—a flimsy barrier that
could be pulled aside easily.” Stella looked down as Kit searched his pockets.
Idly, for no real reason of course, she wondered if the Boy Scout had another
condom hidden away in one of those pockets. “What are you doing?”
“We might as well take a photo of us while we’re in here.”
“What for?” Strangely enough a photograph of Kit sounded
like a good idea. Stella knew she might never see him again after this night.
It would be nice to have proof that he had once existed. She could then pull
the photo out when her great-nieces and nephews came to visit Crazy Aunt Stella
and bore them with stories about a blond-haired thief she had once had a wild
night of passion with.
“I want to immortalize the moment so to speak.” Kit reached
forward and slid coins into the money slot. His hands then went back to Stella,
sliding up to her breast, flicking jacket buttons undone as he went.
“What are you doing?” Stella started swatting at his hands
as the jacket slid to the ground. He wanted to take a photo of her naked. She
knew she should object but the thought of her naked and being photographed on his
lap was way too thrilling to object to. She was officially becoming a total
slut and she didn’t care.
“Nothing that you don’t want me to do, princess,” Kit
promised as his hands ripped apart the torn pink fabric of what was left of
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