Her nipples are hard for me. My cock is hard for her. It all seems so straightforward.
Wait, what the hell am I doing?
“Hurry and get that bad boy out so I can imagine licking it,” she purrs.
Licking it? I stare at her mouth and wonder how my dick would look between her pretty lips.
I can picture her on her knees gazing up at me through those thick lashes. My blood starts to boil as I slowly burn for her.
For a second I’m ready to throw all my hard work out the window, but then in my mind I see my dad’s face and it’s jarring—reminding me of my promise to him and to my sponsor. It pains me when I carefully zip my fly back up.
She gives a little pout and fondles her breasts to tease me. “What are you doing? Are you really going to turn me down?”
I close my eyes and chant my oath to myself.
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, like the fact that I’ll always be a horny bastard
The courage to change the things I can, like not screwing every broad that asks me to.
And the wisdom to keep my cock in my pants . . .
I open my eyes with renewed resolve.
“Sadly, yes I am.”
She pulls her shirt down low and full-on pouts.
“Believe me, there will be regret. However, I made a promise to my dad and a promise to myself. I used to be completely out of control, but now I’m a reformed man.”
“That sounds so dull.” She sighs and leans forward on her elbows. “I mean, what fun is that?”
“When I meet the one, it will be worth the wait. I want what my parents have.”
Her eyes go soft. She glances down at the table and rubs her fingers over the surface deep in thought. When she looks back up at me her eyes are glassy. “I wanted that once and even thought I found it, but I was wrong. I really hope you find it, Paul Junior.”
Her tender reaction makes me think there’s more to her than this vixen. I smile at her. “Thanks, Elle. And I hope you find the right guy to give you all that great sex you deserve.”
Before she lets me out the front door she turns to me, suddenly seeming more sober. She stares in my eyes. “Should I be embarrassed? Maybe it’s the beer, or maybe the heat, but there’s something about you. You brought the wild side out of me.”
I shake my head. “No, in another time it would’ve been perfect. You’re seriously hard to resist, Elle.”
“I’d say I’m sorry if it was too much, but honestly I’m not. Regardless, please don’t tell your parents how forward I was. They’re such nice people. Well, I haven’t met your mom yet but she’s so lovely on the phone.”
I smile to reassure her. “Don’t worry, it’s our secret.”
Once I’m in the truck I pause before driving off. Did I really just turn down sex with the hottest woman I’ve seen for a long time, maybe ever?
As I fire up the engine and gun the truck down the street my mood swings between feeling proud of myself for sticking to my plan, and idiotic for not encouraging her to lick my cock. I adjust myself and try to focus on the road. My raging hard-on better calm down before I get to the Anderson’s house.
Chapter Two
THE CROUCHING TIGER
I’m on my second tumbler of coffee thanks to my sleepless night. It was the Elle effect, visions of my hands on her tits and my cock in her dirty mouth. I haven’t jerked off that many times in one night since I was a pent-up teenager.
My phone rings and the number looks vaguely familiar.
“Paul Junior?”
No one calls me that except provocative Elle. “Ms. Jacoby?”
“I thought we’d gotten past such formalities.”
I smile thinking of her inching her tank top up and how enticing her breasts were.
“I suppose we have. Good morning, Elle. What can I do for you?”
She lets out a long sigh. “Well, besides the obvious, I’m having a situation in my yard.”
“Okay. What’s that?”
“I was cutting some rosemary sprigs for my roast chicken when the sprinklers went off. And let me tell you it was quite a show.”
She’s such a tease. “Can you elaborate?”
“In that spot right next to the ringing bush, the thingy shot right out of the ground with a gush of water behind it. It’s like my lawn had an enormous orgasm.”
I can’t hold back my laugh, but a second later I’m pissed at myself for getting distracted on the job. I never finished securing the sprinkler head once she stepped into my focus with her ringing phone-in-the-bush situation.
“That’s a very vivid description, Elle.”
“I thought you’d like that. So what can be done since the gusher was dramatic? I’ve shut off the system until you can fix it.”
I’m tempted to rush over but then I remind myself of the risk.
“Actually I can talk you through it. It’s a simple fix.”
There’s a long pause. “I was hoping you could do it for me.”
“My day is completely booked,” I lie.
“You can’t squeeze me in?” she asks in a breathy voice.
Oh God, my cock is twitching thinking of squeezing in her. “Really Elle, let me explain it and you’ll see how easy it is.”
I can picture her pouting.
“So you know the thing that shot out of the hole? That’s the sprinkler head. If you know where it is, pick it up.”
“Give me a minute.”
My mind wanders to sexy places and I slide right into the danger zone. I wonder what she’s wearing and if it’s low cut. I let out a moan remembering her hard nipples.
“Do sprinkler heads turn you on?” she asks in a playful tone.
Shit I didn’t realize she didn’t put me on hold. “No, not sprinkler heads. Actually I was remembering our almost show-and-tell last night. So are you wearing a bra now?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know? If you came over and helped me with this head situation you could find out for yourself.”
I swallow thickly wondering what kind of sexy bra she must wear. I bet it’s black.
“Sorry . . . back to the task at hand. All you have to do is get on your knees, take the head and push it deep in to the hole.”
“Oh, baby. I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
My cock is no longer twitching but throbbing at the idea of her.
“Can you do it?”
“Say it like you mean it.”
So that’s how she wants it. Why am I surprised? “Get on your knees right now and shove it in the hole like a good girl.”
She giggles then takes a deep breath. “Can I touch myself while I do it?”
“No!” I start palming myself, but she doesn’t need to know that.
“Okay. It’s in really deep. Now what?”
“Screw it.”
“What?” Her voice genuinely sounds aroused.
“Screw it in tight.”
“Yes, sir.”
A minute passes and I’m still stroking myself while thinking about her bent over.
“Sir, we have a problem. It won’t screw in. I think the threads are messed up.”
“All right, I’ll come over after work.”
“When?”
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to be there. I’ll bring a new head.”
“Oh, I’ll be there. Do you want me to wear a bra?”
I let out an exasperated groan. “Yes. And if you have a pair of baggy ugly sweats could you wear those too?”
“You told me not to touch myself while you were being bossy, but I may have been touching myself anyway. Have you?”
I can tell from her tone that she’s teasing but I want to believe she means it.
“I’ll see you at six, Ms. Jacoby.”
“Yes, sir.”
It’s five forty-five and I’m halfway to her house when I pull off the road and pick up my phone. I’m relieved when Jim answers immediately.