Page 5 of Out of the Blue

She turns her head and follows my signal, taking in what I’m proposing. More like propositioning. Without another word, she hops off the stool and elbows past me toward the restrooms, her red high heels promising infinite pleasure.

Enjoying her forwardness, I use this opportunity to check out her ass in those fucking tight jeans. A smaller waist followed by curvy hips causes me to swallow. She definitely has something to grab onto, and I plan on taking full advantage.

She reaches for the handle under a sign marked, “Ladies.” Before she twists her wrist, she pivots to me. “I presume you’re not going to quibble about the gender?”

Cheeky. Exactly what I need. “Only if you don’t plan on delivering on what you’re offering.”

“Oh, I’m good for it.” She enters the bathroom.

Standing in the hallway, I take a deep breath, only a bit surprised to notice how fast my heart is beating. Closing my eyes, I exhale and enter the restroom, locking the door behind me. She waits at the sink, which faces an oversized mirror in this rather large, single-person facility. Tile is on the floor as well as the walls, and the scent of potpourri lingers. Not totally dingy, but not overly inviting either.

As I stride behind her, it hits me—I don’t know her name. I shrug. This is going to be a down-and-dirty fuck. No names exchanged. I’m good with that.

I push her long hair away from her neck, where I plant small kisses. Punctuated with bites. I let my hand slide into her dark mane. Up close, some waves are apparent, but she tamed most of them into straight submission.

In the mirror, our gazes lock. She tilts her head to the side, offering me more of her delicious softness. She reaches her hands backward, and her palms land on my belt buckle, which nudges her tits forward. A growl escapes from deep within my throat. I suck on her neck and draw a low moan from her.

I pause a second to read her shirt. It has a keyboard on it, and says, “Push My Buttons.” Damn straight. No need to tell me twice. My hands slide to her tits and squeeze. They’re the perfect size.

She raises her arms, and I strip her of the cotton t-shirt and take in her gorgeous tits straining to pop out of their cups. Not wanting to waste any time, I unclasp her bra and toss it on top of her shirt, where its label—“Push-Up Bra”—grabs my attention. But not for long. Perky, dusty nipples point straight at the mirror. I lick my fingers and pinch both of them at the same time, eliciting an excited exclamation from her red, red lips.

Nice.

I insinuate my thigh between her legs, and she promptly humps it. Which, in turn, makes me harder than steel. Dropping my hands down to her fly, I unbutton the jeans and unzip, then shove them both, together with her flimsy panties, down her legs. She clamps her hand on the sink and lifts one leg, then the other, returning each foot into those stilettos. When I rise, I pause to devour her naked form save for the heels. Fuck, she’s hot.

Hot Chick swings around to face me. “Your turn. Strip.”

Her audacity sends thrills shooting throughout my body. “With pleasure.”

I remove my shirt, confident the hours in the gym will please her as much as her body does me. I’m rewarded when a red nail traces my ab muscles, triggering my smooth, warm light brown skin to spring in her wake. Only a couple of shades darker than hers. “Nice. I appreciate men who take care of themselves.”

I offer her a lopsided grin as I unbuckle my belt. “I like what I see, too.”

At my words, she doesn’t smile. Rather, she gives me a knowing look. Like she’s used to hearing such praise. Whatever. It’s well-deserved.

My hands land on my fly, but hers shoo me away. “I like unwrapping my presents.” And she does with abandon. Soon, my jeans and underwear are at my ankles and she’s hinged at the waist, mocha eyes even with my cock. Her red lips open. I rock my hips forward, but before she can close around me, I twist so the stain from her lips ends up smearing down my shaft.

“Fuck. That’s so sexy,” I groan.

Not one to be outdone, she encircles her hand around me and squeezes tight. Running her tongue all the way around me, she laps up my pre-cum like it was her birthright. Pulling back, she flattens her lips into a line and rubs against my tip. A red stain circles my crown.

Standing upright, she checks her handiwork. “I like this better.”

I fight back the urge to plunge inside her body. “Now it’s my turn.” I grab her waist and spin her to face the mirror again. “Open those legs for me.”

She does as she’s told, but her stance isn’t wide enough. Grasping her hair into a ponytail—her red highlights too uneven to be natural—I give a gentle jerk. Her neck extends beautifully as I shuffle forward and tap the inside of her knees with mine. She opens wider for me. While I’d like to be totally rid of my jeans, this will suffice.

Keeping my left hand holding her makeshift ponytail, I let my right one come around to squeeze her tits before slipping lower. Lower. And lower, until I’m cupping her pussy.

Hot Chick doesn’t hesitate, ordering, “Rub my clit.”

I bite her earlobe. “Let’s see what you got for me.” My index finger parts her folds and is welcomed with slickness. “The way I like it.”

Her hips move from side to side, only stilling when my finger ghosts her nub.

“Oh, God.”

Not yet, Hot Chick. I kiss her exposed neck. “Soon.”

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