“Maybe it won’t be when I finally get some that’s satisfying.”
Oh, good Lord. How much restraint can one man be expected to have?
I let out a sigh of regret. “Well, I’d love to help you out but I don’t do casual sex. Been there, done that.”
I square my shoulders after making my declaration. After almost two years of following my abstinence program, I can say I’m confident I’ve moved on from my sex-obsessed ways, but it still makes me cringe with a sense of loss after the words leave my lips.
She pounds her fists on the table. “My timing is always shit. So if I’d met you during your been there period you would’ve screwed me?”
“Without a doubt. Screwed is too simple of a word for all the things I would have done to you.”
I take a deep breath and glance over my shoulder at the kitchen layout. “I’d have you bent over your kitchen island as we fucked, or your legs would be wrapped around me as I took you against that wall.”
“You’re killing me here! Are you good in bed?”
“Good?” I smile, remembering those days. “That wasn’t the adjective most women used. What do you think?”
“My guess is a big fat yes.”
Leaning back, I stretch out my legs under the table. “Let’s just say, back in the day . . . I’m not ashamed to say I did all right.”
She huffs and folds her arms over her chest. “I bet you did. And I bet you have a big cock too.”
Good Lord, no more beer for her.
My eyes roll back. “You’ve got a filthy mouth.”
“So what. Do you?”
“Have a big cock? Is this information you really need to know?”
She looks down under the table. “Ha! You’ve got big feet!”
Jesus, this woman.
“And you’re so tall.” She grabs my hand. “And you’ve got thick fingers. You know what they say . . .”
I watch her trail her fingers over mine as she gives me a sultry wink.
I lean over, and whisper into her ear, “I’ve got a huge cock.”
She looks drunk with lust as she bites her lip. “Hung like a horse?” she whispers.
“Yep.”
“Oh for God’s sake.” She scoots her chair closer. “Show me.”
Her eyes are twinkling, yet it’s hard to tell if she’s teasing or not.
“Yeah, sure.” I take a long draw from my second beer.
“Come on,” she presses, seeming hopeful.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Well, besides the fact that that would be a complete violation of my new lifestyle, I’m hard right now. I don’t want to scare you, Elle.”
“Ooo,” she moans.
“Not to mention, you have quite a beer buzz going on and I don’t play that way.”
Her cheeks grow pink as she picks at the label on her beer bottle.
“That’s gallant of you but I don’t think you’d be taking advantage of me, if that’s your concern. Besides, I’m four years older than you. Some people might think I’m taking advantage of a younger man.”
I arch my brow and shake my head.
She tries to peek under the table. “So are you really hard, or are you messing with me?”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” I set down my beer. “But I’ve got to go. I’ve got another client’s system to check out, since I’m the sprinkler man and all.”
“You aren’t going to let go of that are you? Is this some kind of cruel punishment?”
“No.” I can’t resist giving her a hard time. “Are you always this direct?”
She blushes an even darker pink. I could totally get addicted to this woman.
“No, since I’ve been single I’m usually just flirty, but as you said, I’ve had a few beers and you’re incredibly handsome . . . I really didn’t expect to look out my window and see a man like you on his knees.”
“So I should be flattered?”
“Absolutely. You caught my eye, and then got me all hot and bothered. How tall are you anyway?”
“Six foot two.”
“And you work out. It’s not just your fine body, it’s your face . . . something about that sharp jawline and your green eyes.” She fans herself. “Oh my.”
“You’re pretty amazing yourself, even if you have a filthy mouth.”
She gets a devilish look in her eyes. “So can you show me your jumbo cock then? I promise not to touch it, so you won’t be breaking your rules.”
What’s in this beer? I’m seriously considering her offer.
“This is the weirdest customer conversation I’ve ever had.”
“Please.” She tugs on my index finger and something about that makes my cock harder and weakens my will.
“You’re one pushy woman.”
“If you show me yours . . . I’ll show you mine.” She skims her fingers down between her breasts. “I’ve seen you admiring them.”
That captures my attention but I’m not sure I trust her. “You’re crazy.”
“I may be crazy, but I’ve got great breasts.”
“So tit for tat, or shall I say tit for cock?”
She laughs with delight. “Yes!”
She’s so damn cute when she laughs. I’m going to have to tell Dad about her so he never sends me here again. I’m liking her way too much. I mean, I’m seriously considering showing her my cock and that’s testing my Abstinence Until Love program. Who am I kidding? It’s a complete violation.
Still the longer I look at this sexy woman, the weaker I get. My resistance is crumbling like a soft-baked cookie.
She sets down her beer and runs her hands over her breasts slowly. Damn. I’m doomed.
Standing, I polish off my beer before I set the empty bottle down on the table. I nod at her. “Well, it’s really hot when you touch your tits but are you going to show me?”
“Are you?” Her eyes grow wide like she can’t believe I’m going to do this.
I narrow my eyes and slowly start to undo my belt. I’m feeling that mind-bending surge of lust from the old days right before I’d score a particularly hot woman. My heart is pounding, and I can’t believe I’m caving.
She runs her fingers along the hem of her tank top and then slowly inches it up. I start to drag my zipper down so I can pull out my cock but it’s not going smoothly. I’m so fucking hard it hurts and it’s making everything tighter. It’s going to take some maneuvering to get it out. The whole time I’m screwing around with the zipper I’m cursing myself inwardly for being so weak willed.
“Do you need help?” She’s grinning like it’s Christmas morning.
If she could only know the kind of help I’m picturing.
I huff. “I can do this. It’s just what we were talking about is making this difficult. If I’d known I’d be playing show ‘n tell I would’ve worn looser jeans.”
She waves her hand at me. “Move your fingers,” she says.
I rest my hands on my hips as she fixes her stare on my crotch.
“What?”
“Oh my God! It’s huge! Is that anaconda in your pants really you?”
“Of course it’s me! What do you think it is?”
“I knew a guy once who stuffed socks down there.”
What do you bet it was her ex?
“Are you serious? What the hell good is that? As soon as your pants are down the jokes on you.”
She shrugs. “Why do women wear padded bras? False advertising I guess. So seriously, is that padding or the real deal?”
“Let me put it this way . . . why would I stuff socks down my shorts to go on a work call? I had no idea you were going to be intrigued by what kind of heat I was packing.”
“Good point.”
I look at her tits that are still covered as I fumble with my zipper again. Her excited nipples are so defined through the fabric that they give the term ‘perky’ new meaning. I have this kid-like compulsion to not show her mine until she shows me hers. It’s ridiculous because at this point I may never get my jeans open. “Well?”
She pulls the fabric up excruciatingly slow as her gaze fixates on my fingers trying to work the zipper further down. When the bottom of her breasts are exposed I start rethinking my done that stance. I can already tell that her tits are epic, making me reconsider shifting back into the been there category.