I grin widely. “Really?” I can’t help asking.
“Yes, really,” she offers, smiling.
“It’s a deal,” I agree.
Her expression becomes serious. “You know you’ll need to be careful when Arnauld comes back. So if I can help in any way…well, I just want you to know that I’ve got your back.”
Even though she bursts my bubble, reminding me about the monkey’s highly anticipated return, I’m very touched by her sentiment.
“Thanks, Morgan. That means a lot to me.”
She nods.
“And if I can ever do something for you, will you let me know?”
“Sure thing. But no bullshit…Brooke’s the best boss I’ve ever had by far, so it makes me happy to see her this happy.”
• • •
After work I head home and get my costume together for my big date with Wonder Woman. When I finally pull the hat on my head and look in the mirror, I have to smile and admit to myself that I look pretty good. The look is right, but that’s only part of the effect. So all the way up the winding road to Brooke’s I give myself a pep talk to get in character for my girl.
I am the man…I am Indiana Jones!
The sun is low in the sky as I stride up to my Wonder Woman waiting in her home’s open doorway. It takes my complete focus to maintain my Indiana Jones bravado when all I want to do is stop and bask in her super hero glory. From her majestic gold headpiece, all the way down to her sexy boots, she is everything I’d hoped for and more. With great concentration I manage to carry off my swagger as I move close to her.
“Hey, Wonder Woman,” I say in a low voice, tipping my hat. “You’re looking mighty fine.”
Wow, the way she’s looking at me…it’s kind of wild…
“Indiana,” she says in a low seductive voice. “I always knew someday you’d come walking back through my door.” She reaches out and runs her fingers along the edge of my shirt. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you.”
Hot damn.
There’s so much pent up desire fueled by our private fantasies that between the flush moving across her chest, and the way she’s gazing at me, I can tell she’s excited already. I sweep her into my arms and kiss her with everything I’ve got. My hat falls off my head and tumbles to the ground. Moments later, we’re grinding together against her door jamb, not even caring who might pass by and see us. At this point I just want to make love to her until she sees stars.
When I grope her breast over her costume, and bite her neck, she gasps, “Let’s go inside.” I kick the door wide open and carry her towards her living room. I feel this unbelievable surge of adrenaline…I am Indiana Jones, sweaty and rugged, ready to take my woman!
I stop in the hallway and press her against the wall so I can kiss her again. She wraps her legs around my waist, locking them at the ankles and pulling me close.
Damn, we really should’ve done this dress-up stuff sooner.
I take her cuffed wrists and secure them high above her head, pressing them firmly against the cool plaster. Her abundant cleavage is spilling out the top of her costume. With one quick yank downwards, I set her breasts free.
She’s panting as she gives me a wild look. She’s unbelievably sexy, her desire wrapping around us like a cape. Her naked breasts are so beautiful. I tease her nipple with my tongue as she watches.
“Are you trying to overpower me?” she asks, her voice heavy with want. Her wrists are fighting against my grasp.
“I already have,” I reply with confidence. Moments later, my eyes quickly scan her living room as I gruffly pull her toward the couch.
“Are you going to take me, Indy?”
I give her a dark look. “Yes, Wonder Woman…Diana…Princess of Themyscira…I’m going to take you. I’m going to take you hard.”
Whoa, that was good.
Despite the fact that I’m dragging her into the living room, I can tell she’s impressed I’ve done my Wonder Woman homework. My rewards are the lusty moans she cries out as I wrap my arms around her, and pull her back so she’s pressed against my front.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” I chant in her ear as my arousal pushes against her round bottom, tightly bound in little blue panties sprinkled with stars.
“Jesus, Nathan…I mean Indy,” she groans. “Yes, I can feel everything.”
That’s all I need to hear. My trembling hands almost give me away, as I slide my fingers inside her waistband and pull her blue panties all the way down. She quickly steps out of them, and they fall to the floor. Between her red corset and boots, and the way her naked bottom sways before me, I’m barely holding on.
With one hand I fold her down over the edge of the couch, with the other, I slowly start to yank apart my belt strap and buckle.
I pull off my belt accessorized with the whip and knife and drape it across the chair to my right. When I place my hands back on her hips, I feel her softness as she arches her back, lifting her ass towards me.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, my hands stroking her silky skin.
“I’m thinking about how good it’s going to feel when you take me, Indy.”
I swallow hard, trying to calm myself. This is even better than I’d imagined.
“But first I have to know,” she asks demurely. “What were you going to do with that whip?” She taunts me with a look before glancing over at the belt.
Brooke, oh Brooke…does my girl want to get naughty?
I remember my scouting days and get an idea. I reach over and separate the whip from the belt.
“You want it, rough, don’t you?” I demand.
“So rough.” She moans wantonly, but then pauses, as if in thought. “Well, sorta rough,” she offers, gently correcting herself as she looks at me nervously.
I grin back at her before getting stern again…as if I could ever hurt this girl.
“Well, then you need to remember that I’m in control,” I demand in my best Indiana Jones voice. “Stop squirming and put your hands forward.”
“Have you been talking to Billie?” she asks, sounding concerned.
“Don’t worry, Princess, this isn’t going to be like that.”
I step around her, pull her arms forward, then carefully wind the narrow end of the whip around her wrists. It only takes seconds for me to secure her with a two-half-hitch knot I learned in Boy Scouts.
I would feel creepy about this if Brooke didn’t look so thrilled. She seems less nervous now.
“So now that you’ve got me just how you want me, what are you going to do with me?” She wiggles her butt a little side to side. “Are you aroused, Mr. Jones?”
“Hell yes, woman. If I were the Tasmanian Devil, I would’ve ravaged you by now.”
She looks back, arches her brow and shakes her head at my cartoon slip.
“But I’m not Taz, I’m Indiana Jones!” I exclaim, correcting my serious lack of continuity.
She brings us back into focus with a super hero command. “Show me how aroused you are.” I notice her furrowed brow; she’s looking like she means business.
I undo the zipper, push my pants and boxers open, and free myself. Her eyes grow wide as she watches. I give her one of those Harrison Ford smirks as I grab my hard-on, “This is what you do to me Wonder Woman.”
“Oh, God,” she moans. “I want it.”
“And you’re going to get it,” I assure her as I step behind her delicious derrière—a bottom worthy of a super hero. I slide my boot in between hers and ease her legs further apart.
As I push into her, my eyes roll back in my head. Who needs the Lost Ark when you’ve got Wonder Woman bent over and begging, her blue spangled panties wantonly discarded on the floor?
What would the people that know us think? Wonder Woman, Princess Diana of Themyscira is mating with Indiana Jones of Princeton, New Jersey…We are sexually and spiritually united in something akin to a bad fan-fiction crossover in our very own X-rated production.