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“Well, okay,” she said.
“Wait.”
Myra had already turned around, but she stopped and looked back at Elisa.
“Yes?”
“Can you… maybe wear it?”
“That’s the plan, baby.”
“No, I mean… Can you wear it over here? Like, put it on before you come back?”
Myra lifted an eyebrow, nodded, and said, “You might just be my dream girl, Elisa Benedetti.”
Elisa smiled and stood up, walking Buster to the back, likely to let him outside in the backyard instead of taking him for a walk, so Myra wasted no time and hurried to her own house. She literally jogged and then bobbled her house keys out of anxiousness because she was about to put on her strap-on and use it with Elisa. After her divorce, she had bought a whole new setup, not wanting to use anything on another woman that she’d used with her ex-wife, but she hadn’t had a reason to use it. She had planned to go out night after night to find women to bring back home, just like she’d done prior to getting married, but no matter how many times she had planned to go, she never had. Yes, she had sat at a bar with adrink, but she had never brought another woman home and hadn’t ever used what she was currently pulling out of her drawer.
Changing quickly, she checked herself in the mirror and then cupped herself, wondering if Elisa would do that to her, too. The thought had her wet immediately, and she unzipped her jeans, pulled out the flesh-toned dildo, and rubbed it back and forth. Closing her eyes, Myra pictured Elisa kneeling in front of her and taking the dildo into her mouth, getting her off just by sucking it, despite the fact that Myra couldn’t actually feel anything. A few seconds later, she had to force her eyes to open because if she didn’t stop now, she would come before she left her house. She wouldn’t ask Elisa to suck on her tonight. That would probably be too much too soon. But she wanted to. Myra hoped that they could get there one day because she loved wearing a strap-on and watching a woman suck her. It was something that she had always enjoyed and knew that some women didn’t, but it was unbelievably sexy to her. It had been so long since anyone had done that to her, and she wanted Elisa to. Not tonight, though. She wouldn’t ask her tonight.
“God,” she said to herself.
She finished dressing, grabbed stuff for her overnight bag, and left the house. Too excited not to hurry back to Elisa’s house, she jogged again, and the front door was unlocked, so she opened it and walked inside. Not finding Elisa there, she locked the door and headed toward the back of the house, where Elisa stood at the counter, facing Myra.
“Where’s Buster?”
“I gave him a toyanda bone. He’s in the backyard, enjoying himself. He loves to be outside.”
Elisa’s eyes lowered to the bulge in Myra’s jeans.
“So, we have some time?” Myra asked.
Elisa nodded and replied, “Yes.” Her eyes remained on Myra’s jeans. “You look hot.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” Elisa said in a huskier tone than a moment before.
“What do you want?” Myra asked, dropping her bag on the floor.
“You.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Whatever you want,” Elisa said. “I want you to take control. Is that okay? I loved how you did that before.”
Myra nodded and walked over to her. She reached for one of Elisa’s hands, which had been holding on to the counter behind her as if she needed to hold it up, and moved the hand to her crotch, letting Elisa cup her.
“You want this?” she asked.
“God, yes,” Elisa replied.
Myra felt Elisa’s hand squeeze her and closed her eyes.
“Unzip me.”
Elisa unbuttoned and unzipped Myra’s jeans.
“Touch me now.”
