Page 82 of Stains of Desire
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Axel
We approach Punta Gorda.Penelope just finished giving me one hell of a blow job, and she has an innocent yet smug little look on her face. She sits in her seat in her green bikini, slowly licking her lips and crossing her sexy, long legs.
"I think you'll need a redo later," I say.
She tilts her head and bats her lashes. "Oh? Why is that?"
"It's like working out to stay in shape. We wouldn't want you to lose your skills, now would we?"
She bites a smile.
"Put your clothes on. I don't want other men gawking at my woman."
She can't contain her grin and picks her clothes off the floor and slips them on.
We drive around Punta Gorda. It's a seaside fishing town and not overly populated. I pull into the grocery store parking lot. "We've got two choices, green eyes."
"I can't swim in waves very well and am scared of sharks," she blurts out.
"Really?"
"Yes. My sisters made me watch Jaws, and I never got over it."
"I was more surprised about your swimming skills. We'll have to work on that. Can't have my girl drowning in the next triathlon."
"Triathlon?"
I chuckle. "I'm joking. Swimming wasn't a choice."
"Good."
"How do you feel about jet skis?"
"I've never been on one."
"Seriously?"
Her face scrunches. "Yes, Mr. Adrenaline Rush. Remember, I'm the boring mum from England?"
"Your words, not mine."
"Is it dangerous?"
Now she's just extra adorable.
"A jet ski?" I reply.
"Yes."
"No. Not at all."
"Will I fall off?"
"Not if you hold on."
"To what?"
