Page 43 of Dirty Pucker

“Your towel…is…um…gone…”

I glance down and see that my towel is on the floor. Which means I’m totally naked and my half-hard dick is barely an inch from Ingrid’s body. Specifically her crotch.

Embarrassment heats me from the inside out. I tug a hand through my hair, mortified.

“Shit, I-I’m sorry,” I babble. “My towel must have fallen off when you bumped into me.”

I expect Ingrid to jump off me instantly, to let out a nervous laugh and say something funny to change the subject.

But she doesn’t do any of that. Instead, she keeps staring down at my lap…at my cock specifically.

Her eyebrows, which are currently at her hairline, ease back to their normal position after a second. But that dazed look in her eyes remains.

A slow, hard swallow moves down her throat. “Wow.”

I’m speechless. A whispered “wow” wasn’t the reaction I expected.

But it’s…a nice surprise, I won’t lie. Because Ingrid is currently looking at my dick and she doesn’t seem grossed out or horrified at all. She seems intrigued.

“You’re really impressive,” she murmurs after a long moment.

My ego swells at the wonder in her voice. “Thanks.”

She looks up at me, her full cheeks bright red. “You’re hard.”

My heart thuds in my chest. “I am.”

She licks her lips and my now fully hard cock is aching. “Why?”

I almost laugh at her sweet and curious tone.

“Because you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen in my life. And you’re half-naked and sitting on my lap.”

Her breath catches as she looks at me. Our faces are barely two inches apart.

When Ingrid exhales, her breath sheets across my lips. It’s hot and wet and fuck, I’m aching to kiss her, to taste her lips and tongue.

Slowly, she cups her hands around my face, pulling me closer. And then, before I can even think or say anything, she brings my mouth to hers.

It’s not even one second of my lips on hers and I’m moaning. Fuck, her lips are the softest I’ve ever?—

“I’m back with my tools,” Theo announces.

We break apart right as we hear a creaking noise. Ingrid jumps to her feet and I reach for my towel on the floor, then quickly wrap it around me right as the wooden door pops open.

When I look out, I see Theo, Xander, Blomdahl, Maya, and Sophie all standing there, looking at us.

“Are you guys okay?” Sophie asks.

I nod as Ingrid stammers out, “Y-yeah. All good.”

Everyone walks in and settles on the benches. Ingrid and I look at each other. Her eyes are wide and her pupils are blown out. I bet I look the same.

For a second, we stand there, unsure of what to do.

“I love that swimsuit,” Sophie says to Ingrid as they sit down.

Ingrids lets out a breath and flashes a shy smile. “Oh. Thanks.”

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