Page 37 of Miss Matched

In an empty room, behind a sofa.

That vision played in my head like a song you can’t stop singing, over and over again.

Jonathan:

That’s so crazy hot. I wish I was there to sit across from you now that you’re naked. Would you open your legs for me if I were there?

A bold question, for a bold woman.

Shannon:

Like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct?

Jonathan:

Exactly like Sharon Stone.

Shannon:

I absolutely would, but now you’ve got me wet, and I’m not wearing panties.

So fucking hot!

I was quickly reaching the point of no return, but I wondered just how far she would go with this. Once again, I slowed down.

A sexy, crazy thought popped into my head.

Jonathan:

Are you sitting down right now?

Shannon:

I am, and there’s an older man sitting across from me. Right now, he’s looking down at the floor. He may even be asleep.

Jonathan:

Perfect. Pretend he’s me when I’m his age and give me the thrill of my aging lifetime. Flash him that beautiful wet pussy.

Shannon:

Seriously?

Jonathan:

Yes.

Shannon:

And what will you do?

Jonathan:

You’re kidding, right? I’m already close to coming. This will do it.

I held my breath, wondering if this was too far even for Jonathan. I was about to tell her this might be too much when the next text popped on my screen

Shannon:

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