Bourbon & Branch Water (15 page)

“Ta da!”

Jeff looked around as he walked in. The
carpet was a
slightly
worn, but it was obvious that the management
cared about the units. He felt a little guilty. His father had left his Mom,
sister and him a chunk of insurance money when he died. It had paid for Jeff’s
education and several years of modest living as he was starting out. Stormy had
not had that luxury, but she was so proud of her accomplishments and she had the
right to be. Her family had raised her to be hard working and
independent-minded, and she was those things and more.

The cooler fit on the faux granite bar that
divided the kitchen from the living room, and he put the plastic bag with
plates and napkins nearby.

“Come here, baby.”

She built up speed as she moved into his arms
and he gave her a kiss that was meant to tantalize and show her that he was
feeling a little possessive. He didn’t want to scare her away. It seemed likely
that her recent fear of him was because he’d come on too strong, so he tried to
keep his deep desire for her in a controlled zone. It was terribly hard,
though. He wanted to toss up her dress, hoist her up on the counter and fuck
her senseless. Softly, softly, he told himself. Let her give the signals.

“Give me the ten-cent tour,” he said as their
kiss broke.

“Well, there isn’t much more.”

He insisted and she pulled him by the hand
into the tiny bedroom and Spartan bathroom. “Do you have furniture?”

She nodded. “In storage.”

“When did you plan to move in? I can help.”

Stormy’s frown was immediate. “No, you can’t.”

Disappointment settled in. “No, I can’t.”
They couldn’t be seen together for that kind of thing. He had to remain on his
side of the line and she on hers. It irritated him severely.

She shrugged though it was obvious that it
made her unhappy that they couldn’t share in the moving excitement together. “It’s
okay. My family will help. And some friends
.”

“I’m sorry, babe.”

“It’s just the way it is, Jeff. I’m sorry,
too.”

“Well, we’ll settle the case soon and
everything will fall into place.”

She turned away and opened the cooler. “What’s
in here? It looks packed.”

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I brought a
bunch of things.”

“I’m starved and I only have an hour. Can we
eat now?”

Only an hour! He’d hoped for something a
little more…extended. But if they had an hour to work with, they’d make do with
it. “You grab the plates and I’ll get the goodies.”

* * *

The lunch was delicious and Stormy was
satisfied as she licked the last bits of soft, fluffy Italian bread with
imported virgin olive oil off her fingers. “Mmm.”

“There’s an Italian bakery around the corner
from my office. I swear they’re trying to make me fat.”

Stormy laughed and gave him an assessing and
appreciative gaze. “They’re failing miserably.”

Jeff’s chuckle made her heart light. He
scooted over next to her as they sat in the living room. Jeff had brought a
blanket for the aborted picnic, and they sat on it even though it wasn’t
needed. Maybe she was wrong about that. He wrapped her up in his arms and
pulled her back toward his chest. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and
ran her hands over his forearms where his sleeves were rolled up. His arms were
among his better features. They were sturdy and muscular, slightly furry, but
not too much. They bulged in all the right places, but he wasn’t muscle-bound.
Overall, Jeff was a fine figure of a man and one she found all too attractive.

His voice was low and sexy in her ear. “I’m
determined to add to my collection.”

“Collection?”

“Yup
, o
f your panties.”

She laughed. “No way, Jose.”

“Imagine how naughty it would feel to sit at
your desk at work without your panties.”

“I did that the other day,” she reminded him.
It had been gloriously, shamefully sensual to be skin to skirt at the office.
Knowing that Jeff had her panties in his pocket had made her blush the rest of
the day. Fortunately, she’d been able to bury herself in her work so no one
took notice of her pink cheeks.

“I think you should do it again.”

“You spanked me last time. Are you planning
on doing that again?” Stormy could have bit her tongue. She was really asking
for it! And why? She’d lost her mind. Or maybe she’d lost control of her
libido. The idea of a sensual spanking and the lovely sex afterward and during
made her skin buzz.

He nuzzled the hair behind her ear and a
shiver of pure, liquid heat traveled down her spine to settle somewhere between
her legs. “You’ve asked me twice in two days if I was going to spank you. I’m
beginning to think you want me to.”

Some spankings were definitely better than
others. “We don’t have time.”

“Of course we do.” Jeff turned her around so
that she faced him. His kiss was deep and compelling. “Go stand by the counter
in the kitchen.”

They only had about fifteen minutes. Surely
they couldn’t do anything erotic in so short a time. “Jeff…”

“Stormy…” he said with a grin. “Go on.”

Well, maybe he knew something she didn’t. She
rose and went to the counter. It was cool under her hands, and the kitchen
smelled like lemon-scented cleanser. It was a pleasant smell and made her love
her new kitchen even more.

“Hands flat on the counter and bend at the
waist.” He got up and stood behind her, positioning her hands on the counter as
he said it. “That’s good.” Jeff ran his fingers down her throat to her breasts.
Cupped, they fit so nicely in his hands. She knew intimately how skilled his
fingers were and they didn’t disappoint this time either, plucking her nipples
into hard points right through her dress. She wanted to take off her dress and experience
his warm hands all over her, but she knew they didn’t have time and she was a
little shocked at the easy way she fell into being naked in front of him.

His touch traveled down her sides to her
bottom where he pulled up her skirt and tucked it into her belt. Stormy’s butt
tightened as his slacks rubbed against her and she noted that there was a hard
lump behind his zipper. She sighed with pleasure and anticipation.

Jeff slid both hands inside the seat of her
panties and kneaded her flesh. His touch traveled around to the front and he
held her hip with one hand while he explored her folds with the other. Stormy
heard her own moan before she even realized she’d vocalized it. He was doing
wonderful things to her, holding her steady, rubbing his long fingers over her
wetness and along the sides of her clit. She wanted him to touch her there, to
manipulate that little pleasure bead.

“Don’t tease me,” she whispered.

He chuckled in response and continued his
explorations for a moment longer. When he withdrew his hand, she reached for
it, hoping to pull him back where those exquisite sensations were emanating.
But he resisted, instead pulling her panties down to her knees.

Stormy knew she was presenting an erotic
sight to her lover, lower half exposed, bent over the counter. “Jeff…”

He smacked her bottom hard and she squealed. “Baby
has been bad,” he told her. “She wants to do naughty, sexy things with her
boyfriend.”

Stormy thrilled that he called himself her
boyfriend, because that’s really what she wanted. Another quick series of
spanks took her mind off that distinction, however. “Ow!”

He didn’t comment except with another
rapid-fire set of spanks. Her bottom was beginning to burn, but she couldn’t
help but lean forward more to present her fanny better. “Ow! Ouch!”

Jeff bent over to whisper in her ear. “Pink,
just like your sweet pussy.”

She groaned at the sexy words, but the groan
was swallowed up with more exclamations of pain as he continued smacking her
rear. Her bottom was sore and fiery, but
she was so excited. Her body
was revving like a racecar.
There was a moment that she briefly thought she was
going to orgasm, the sensations shooting from her beleaguered ass to her pussy
were so strong. It was like a buzz that built and built
with
the wetness
pooling between her thighs. How she wanted him to fill her with hard flesh! The
scent of arousal overtook the lemon scent in the kitchen and Stormy would never
be able to get this mental picture out of her head no matter how many dishes
she washed in this room.

“Jeff!”

“What does my baby want?”

“You know.”

“Can’t say it when you’re all dressed up for
work, huh?”

“Please…”

He stopped spanking and pulled away. Stormy
reached back to grab his arm as he stepped back, but Jeff eluded her, saying, “I
have an idea. Hold on a sec.”

Stormy heard him walk out to the living room
and back again, his shoes making a leather tapping sound on the kitchen
linoleum when he returned. “Olive oil,” he told her. His zipper made a swishing
sound and his belt jangled.

“Huh?”

The bottle with the cap removed came into her
line of sight as he put it down next to her hand. The next thing she felt was
his oily fingers sliding over her smarting rear. It made things that much
hotter as the oil held the warmth in, but it was very sensual as well. Jeff’s
fingers migrated to between her bottom cheeks, slippery, sexy, pressing against
her rapidly puckering butt hole.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.”

The head of his cock pressed against her
sphincter. “Jeff, what are you doing?”

He poked in slightly. It was…odd. A little
painful pressure, a naughty thrill, and a tiny bit of fear.

“I don’t know about this…” she whispered.

The pressure eased as he pulled back. “You’ve
never done it like this before?”

“No.”

“Oh! Well, we have to start a little
differently.”

Jeff’s fingertip rimmed the area gently
several times. That felt pretty good and she sighed aloud.

“Go with it, babe.” A slippery finger pushed
inside slowly, so slowly.

As incredible as it seemed to her, her pussy
got more wet, her clit throbbed. “More,” she said softly.

Another finger entered her and Jeff began to
move them in and out, wriggling a bit. His other hand snaked around to her
front and glided through her juices and around her clit. Her moan was louder,
the sensation growing stronger with each thrust of his fingers. “Oh God.”

Jeff withdrew his hands and the head of his
rock hard cock pressed against the sphincter. He picked up the olive oil for a
moment then put it down again. “Tell me if this hurts, okay?”

“Okay.”

Wet slipperiness coated her hole, and Jeff’s
cock returned to its place at the entrance. He pushed and there was pressure,
enough that Stormy considered asking him to stop, but not quite so much as
that. He kept pressing inward and finally there was a little popping sensation,
as gentle as a bubble on a leaf, and Jeff’s cock was in.

“How’s that?”

“Mmm.” She rather liked it. It gave her a
sense of raunchiness she hadn’t experienced before, like she was doing
something so deeply forbidden that it would be too intimate to tell even Tanya
about. It was her secret with Jeff. Like the spankings. And their illicit
meetings. They were amassing quite a few secrets.
Except
Jeff was closer
to her than she’d ever believed a man could be. But he was a player; she had to
remember that. He might want her right now, in all the ways he could have her,
but she had to take things at face value and not expect too much. She had to
think like a player, too, though it wasn’t usually the way she approached
relationships and the world. Stormy preferred to think of herself as honest and
forthcoming.
Jeff
had probably
made certain assumptions
about her, based on her very loose behavior, and she had enjoyed their time
together so much that she hadn’t wanted to jeopardize their relationship.
Perhaps
she was getting in over her head.

The slow slide of his cock into her brought
her back into the moment. The length of him moved deeper and his balls touched
her sopping pussy. Jeff leaned over her again, buried to the hilt inside her. “I’m
gonna fuck your ass now, baby. I want you to imagine how good this looks, how
much I like it.”

His low voice brought her closer to her pinnacle
and when he started to move inside her, pushing, pulling, she pressed back
against him. “Yes. Yes!”

“Yeah, this is good,” he said with a growl.

It didn’t take long; they
only
ha
d
a few minutes.
But the unfamiliar fullness, the idea that she was doing something she’d only
vaguely imagined but had always been too embarrassed to ask about, made her
pant and rock against Jeff’s pelvis.