Page 55 of The Holy Grail
He’d undressed in front of women many times—especially his wife—but this time felt different because even though it wasn’t in a sexual context, he had an exceedingly strong need to be an object of desire to her. Jules’ opinion of his body mattered in a way it never really had before and he didn’t want her to be disappointed. And while he wasn’t necessarilyextremelyworried of being a disappointment (he tried to keep in shape by working out in his basement, which had been converted into a decent gym), hewasseveral years older than her, and the years after forty were like dog years.
Unfortunately for him, even though this wasn’t a sexual situation, her words, spoken in a smoky drawl, combined with the act of unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans in front of her while she watched with unabashed concentration, kind of turned it into one for him. Before he even pushed the denim down his thighs, he could feel the blood rushing straight to his cock, and by the time he was stepping into the first pair of jeans in the stack, he was at full staff. He tried to conjure up some boner-killing thoughts, but couldn’t even manage that, because she was now looking at him with a heat that could be felt from several feet away, effectively shutting down his brain.
With clumsy fingers, Malcom managed to get the jeans on, zipped, and buttoned, after some adjusting. “Well? What’s the verdict?”
Jules ran her eyes up and down his frame, lingering on the nicely filled out front of the dark-washed jeans. “I like them a lot. I vote yes.”
“You haven’t seen the back.”
She pointed to the mirror right behind him. “Yes, I have. And they absolutely do your ass justice.”
Feeling himself flushing a little at the compliment, he began working his way out of the jeans. As he laid them on the bench in what would be the ‘buy’ pile, he noticed she removed a few pairs of pants from the stack and laid them on the floor.
“Why are you getting rid of those?” he asked.
“They have a slimmer fit, and I think in certain circumstances they might be too … constricting.”
He decided it was time to just own the situation, since it couldn’t be ignored. “You mean like a circumstance involving a hard dick?”
“Yes.” Her eyes went back to his tight gray briefs—basically at eye level—which he knew were leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Then, to his shock, she leaned forward and glanced up at him as she snaked out a hand and cupped him. “A circumstance I’m enjoyingimmensely, by the way.”
He groaned softly at the trifecta of the suggestive pun, the fingers massaging his balls through the thin material of his Calvin Kleins, and the vision of her in a perfect blow job position … only to have the moment rudely interrupted by a knock on the dressing room’s flimsy door, making Malcom jump.
“How’s everything going in there?” a young man’s voice inquired.
It took Malcom several seconds to realize the person on the other side of the door was obviously a store employee checking on customers in the dressing rooms. “Everything’s fine,” he called back, hoping he didn’t sound like his balls were being played with.
“Okay. Let me know if you need any different sizes for anything.”
“We will,” Jules returned, as she slid her hand up to grip his hard cock. “Thank you.”
There was a bit of a pause (probably because the young man hadn’t been expecting a woman to be inside the room as well), before he said, “All right, then.”
With a grin that said she wasn’t in the least bit sorry, Jules said, “When we get back to your place tonight, I’m going to really have some fun with this,” before giving his cock one last healthy squeeze, before letting go. Then, like she hadn’t dropped a bomb on him, she calmly handed him another pair of jeans to try on, then sat back and crossed her legs again.
Malcom was starting to wonder if he was dating the devil’s daughter (or perhaps a close relative, like a niece) but knew it wasn’t going to deter him in the least from continuing to see her. Not only that, but if he’d had his way, they’d be leaving Macy’s immediately, as the last thing he wanted to do was try on more pants … and whatever else she was going to pick out for him.
By the time he’d worked his way through the rest of the pile, and had settled on five out of the fifteen, his balls were aching. All he could think about was the ‘fun’ she was going to have with him later. blow job fun? Just the thought of her mouth on him wasenough to—
“Mal?”
The sound of his name drew him reluctantly away from his tantalizing thoughts. “Hmm. What?”
“Did you hear what I said?”
He blinked at her, knowing from experience women didn’t like it when men weren’t listening, so he answered, “Yes.”
“Oh? What did I say?”
Of course she would ask, and since he really didn’t know, he decided to deflect with humor. “You said ‘Mal’.”
She shook her head. “I meant before that.”
“I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“I didn’t say anything. I was just fucking with you.”
“You were—” he broke off, looking up at the ceiling and shaking his head in amusement at his own expense.
