Page 6 of Reckless Mountain Man

“This probably isn’t the best place for it,” she said, looking around, her smile fading.

Her arms were crossed over her chest, like she wanted to protect herself. The last damn thing she needed was to protect herself from me. I’d protect her from any danger she faced.

“I can leave,” I said. “I definitely don’t want to push you into anything you aren’t ready to do.”

“I’m ready,” she blurted, dropping both arms and staring at me with fire in her eyes. “Never been more ready. No, I just meant this.” She gestured to indicate her surroundings. “There’s not even a flat surface to do it on.”

I nodded toward a table with chairs around it. “What about that?”

“The break table? That’s where we have our meals.”

“We?”

She shifted her gaze upward slightly, clearly thinking through what she’d just said. “Okay, so it’s just me right now. The plan is to eventually have more employees, but I’m the only one who works this gift shop. If I don’t show up, the door stays locked.”

That sucked, but it was the least of my concerns right now. She didn’t want to do anything unsanitary on the surface where she ate her meals. I got that—although we could wipe the table down afterward.

“You’re right,” she said.

A frown naturally took over my face as I tried to work through what I might be right about. I hadn’t voiced the thought about wiping down the table, had I?

“I’m the only employee,” she said. “Who cares? It’s not like my mouth isn’t about to go where…”

She stopped there, frowning, just as I had been. She seemed to be stuck, but I wanted to know where she thought her mouth might go. I wanted to hear it in detail.

But it was too early for that. She’d never done any of this. I needed to give her time to ease into it.

“You’ve had an orgasm before, though,” I said.

I could only assume she’d gratified herself. After all, I figured out how to jerk off when I was twelve. I didn’t stop until… Well, I never stopped. I just slowed down over the years.

“No,” she said. “Never.”

“You’ve never touched yourself?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I was curious, but I never tried, even when my friends told me I should. I guess I wasn’t sure how.”

I could help with that. “Take off all your clothes and go sit on that table.”

She hesitated, and for a second or two, I was sure she was going to say no. This could be the very thing that made her back out. If so, I’d never forgive myself for fucking this up.

But a smile spread over her face just seconds before she grabbed her shirt and jerked it over her head, tossing it to the floor. That revealed a gigantic pair of breasts that almost spilled out over the top of a white cotton bra.

“You too,” she said. “Take all of it off.”

That brought a smile to my face. Not a small one, either. It might’ve been the first smile she’d seen from me. I reserved it for situations like this one when I was truly happy.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her, though, as I stripped down to my boxers. I paused there, not sure if it might be too much for a virgin to see my fully erect penis before we’d even kissed. I couldn’t help but notice she kept her own briefs on as she hopped up on the table. That was fine by me. Her breasts were now bare, and I could stare at those generous mounds with their perfect rose-colored tips all day.

“Boxers too,” she said. “Show me how you do it.”

I tugged my boxers down and kicked them off, taking in the way her expression changed as she got a look at what wasbeneath. Her lips parted as she stared at me. I took that to mean she liked what she saw.

“Show you how I do what?” I asked.

“You know.” Her gaze moved to my face briefly before returning to my erection. “Touch yourself.”

She wanted me to show her how I touched myself. I just hoped she didn’t expect it to be some kind of sexy sight. There was nothing attractive about a man jerking off. Not the way I saw it.

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