Sure. What is it?
Holding her cell, she looked around the café and canal again. Where the hell was he hiding?
When her device trembled, she directed her attention on it.
Hold your hair up and arch your back. Then slowly bring one of your hands down over your breasts. Uncross your legs and touch your thigh. Move it between your legs and touch yourself. I want to know how wet you are.
Heat rushed through Gwen while her heart picked up extra beats. He wanted her to touch herself in a public place. Was he fucking crazy? Was she insane to even consider his request?
She scanned the area. Couples chatted and drank their coffees. Others were passing. All were occupied with what they were doing. She thought about his appeal and decided she had to be out of her mind to do it, but she would. It seemed like a fair trade since he was willing to submit to her later.
With a sly grin, she set her phone on the table. The wind picked up and blew strands of her hair. Perfect timing. She bunched her locks into a ponytail. Her elbows stuck out as she held her hair off her shoulders. Licking her lips, she straightened and pushed her tits outward. She moved one hand across her cheek. When her pinky finger grazed her lips, she stuck her tongue out and licked it.
Game on, Mark. Enjoy the show.
She lifted her chin and glided her hand down her neck. Slowly, she dragged her fingers over her right breast, then cupped and squeezed it gently. Her heart pounded and her ears burned. She had to be mentally unstable to be actually touching herself in the open. God, don’t let her daughters find out. She surveyed her surroundings as she lowered her hand and uncrossed her legs. No one was watching her, at least none she could see. Wherever Mark was, she hoped he was pleased and his shaft was ready to burst.
She placed her hand on her thigh and glided it towards her apex. When her skirt slid upward, exposing more of her flesh, she paused. The throbbing in her ear matched the pace of her heart. Was it working that hard? Was she that afraid of exposure? She was in the Red Light District where prostitution and drugs were legal. What did she have to fear?
A deep breath calmed her nerves. She moved her hand under her dress and along her inner thigh. While she continued to scan the café, she wedged her digits inside her damp panties. The breeze brushed over her neck but did little to lower her temperature. She pushed two fingers into her slit and felt her slickness. Dear Lord, she was touching her pussy in public. What. The. Fuck?
“Now that is fucking hot,” said a familiar voice behind her as he leaned over her and gripped her wrist.
Gwen flinched and bumped her right shoulder into his chest. Pressing his hand on her left shoulder blade, he kept her seated while he lifted her arm. He opened his mouth and licked her fingers—the ones coated with her juice. All she could do was stare at him as he sucked on her digits.
“Mm… Exactly as I’d thought. Delicious.” He straightened and placed her palm over the hefty lump in his pants. “And this will be yours tonight. I will give you all that you want, Gwen. Imagine the possibilities.”
Oh, she was, as intense longing pulsed in her veins. He had such a massive hard-on. It seemed bulkier than before. “Perhaps I should help ease the swelling in this muscle now instead of waiting until later.”
His lips curled. “If I had the time, I would accept your offer.”
He bent and pressed his lips to hers. Need thrived within her body. She craved so much more from him. His dick under her palm only made her yearn for him more.
“But I have to go,” he said as he straightened.
Gwen rubbed his length. “Are you sure you can’t spare a few minutes?”
Rock hard. Damn!
He chuckled. “Oh, I’d love to and could.” He placed the edge of his fingers under her chin and lifted it until her gaze met his. “But it would spoil tonight. Trust me, the wait will be worth it.”
But she needed a fix of the orgasmic kind. Why couldn’t he give her a little tongue or a finger fuck? Something. Anything to ebb her desire.
“I hope you’re right because I’m a crazy horny woman right now. I might have to venture into another sex shop and find a stud to take care of me.”
“Now, now.” He removed her hand from his groin and tugged it.
Gwen rose and stood in front of him. She marvelled at the solid muscles in his arms and chest, clearly visible underneath his tight shirt.
“You don’t want to get mixed up with the wrong person.” He wrapped an arm around her and brought her to his body. His mouth hovered near hers.
“And you’re not the wrong person?” She placed her palm on his torso. His heart thumped fast. “You asked me to touch myself in public.”
His upper lip curled. “Look inside some of the windows. You’ll see far more touching and exposed parts.” He brushed her lips with his, tickling her. “It’s not illegal.” He kissed her, but not long enough.
She leaned into his body and enjoyed the strength of his embrace. Every bit of him was firm. She imagined him standing naked before her and brought her thighs together.
“You might want to take care of your boner,” she said as she placed her palm on it. Hey, she couldn’t ignore the lump. Why not seize the opportunity to touch it again? “I’d help.”
He moved his hand to her ass, then hit it. “Bad girl.”
Her eyes widened. “I have only you to blame.”
“Then punish me later. Make me suffer for your distress.”
Excitement surged through her. “Oh, honey. I will.”
He kissed her again before he stepped back. “I have to go. Promise me you’ll show up tonight.”
“I will if you promise everything you said in your messages.”
“Deal.”
“Expect to see me.”
He grinned widely and shook his head as he raked his gaze down her body. “You look innocent, but my gut tells me you are one incredibly passionate woman.”
“You should listen to your gut.”
He grinned slyly as he reached for her hand. He kissed it. “Until we meet again.”
He let go of her and walked away.
Gwen sighed heavily as she watched him disappear down the street. Punishment seemed fitting for leaving her with a fierce carnal appetite. But what could she do to chastise him? Force him to make her come with his tongue? Order him to fuck her? Require him to make her have multiple orgasms? Well, the ideas seemed decent to her.
Smiling, she picked up her purse and phone. She strolled from the café with wet panties, overexcited hormones and a promise from a sexy man with a thick cock. No, she wasn’t crazy but she was horny. Ten o’clock couldn’t arrive soon enough.
Chapter Three
Gwen stood in front of the vanity, staring in the mirror as she held the hair dryer towards her honey-brown locks. They absorbed the heated air blowing at them. She combed her long strands to keep them from tangling. Although she wore only black string underwear and a red bra, she was starting to perspire. Since she’d already taken a shower and wanted to avoid another, she decided to turn the dryer off. The dampness would add curls, so she was better off leaving them.
She returned the small device back to its cradle on the wall, then ran a brush through her hair one last time. Anxiety rushed through her, driving her pulse to a faster beat. She was actually going to a club in the Red Light District, at night, to have sex with a man. Even better, she would get to have her way with him. Control him. Make him do her bidding.
The thought made her grin. She had some naughty ideas to appease her desires. She hoped he would enjoy them as much as she would.
A buzz from the desk near the window stole her attention. She set the brush on the counter before she dashed around the bed. She snatched the cell phone and lifted it to her ear.
“Hello.”
“Did I catch you at a bad time?”
Mark’s words brought an instant smile to her face while a wave of heat swam to her southern region.
“No, not at all.”
“I wanted to check in with you. I hope you’re still planning to come. I’m looking forward to our time together.
“Me too. I’m getting ready as we speak.”
“I can’t wait. Hearing your soft voice is…arousing me.”
Her level of excitement raised a notch. It seemed the man truly had an interest in her. Good. She couldn’t deny she had a craving for him.
“I’d hate to keep you waiting too long in your…current state. I’ll be there shortly. I just need to finish dressing.”
“Well, I hope you wear something sexy.”
“Something sexy. I’ll see what I can do.”
She pondered what to wear as she headed for the small closet near the door. A dress would be appealing and easy to remove. One slip over the head and she’d be free. If she wore a skirt and a blouse, she’d have to take more time to remove the clothes. Or he’d have to spend more effort discarding them. She opened the closet door and chuckled silently. Either way, her attire for the evening was not going to stay on her body.
“What are you wearing now? Are you naked?”
“No, but close to it. I’m walking around in my underwear.”
She stood in front of her clothes hanging on the rack and skimmed each item. A short dress would entice him to touch her more, but most of the ones she had were spring-like or for a cocktail party.
“What colour?” he asked. “Are you wearing a bikini?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
She continued perusing the selection in the closet. A black knee-length dress with small red flowers caught her gaze. She lifted the garment from the rack and checked it out. The low neckline would emphasise her girls. The simple yet attractive style was perfect for socialising and night-time wear. Although she planned to spend the evening with one man, the outfit suited her needs and she was certain he’d like it.
“Yes, yes, I do want to know,” he said. “Are you wearing black? My dick is hard from the image of you standing in front of me with nothing on your gorgeous body but underwear.”
Tingles of longing stirred within her. Moisture seeped from her apex while her nipples pebbled. He wanted her and that excited her.
Biting her lip, she walked to the bed and set her dress down.
“I think you’ll find my undergarments sexy. The colours are appealing and the styles tend to show a fair amount of flesh.”
“Tease.”
A chuckle slipped from her. “You’ll see my sexy attire, if you play nice.”
“I always play nice. I can’t wait to play with you.”
“Good to know. I will see you soon, and I’m looking forward to playtime.”
“Mm… I am too.”
The line went silent. She reached for the dress and dropped the phone on the mattress. After she removed the outfit from the hanger, she donned the garment. As it slid down her body, she headed to the vanity near the bathroom. Gazing at her reflection, she couldn’t help but notice the spark in her eyes. It was from him. The man had lit a fire within her. She wanted to see him again, see his naked flesh and enjoy the feel of it. Okay, she craved more. A lot more.
She smoothed her hands over her hips, straightening the dress, and tried to focus on the here and now instead of the hot and heavy later. The man had aroused her—such a wicked man with lusty thoughts and a rock hard cock. She’d punish him later for making her wet and horny.
Staring into the mirror, she dabbed lipstick on her lips and a light touch of makeup. After she finished, she combed her hair one last time. A final check revealed she was ready to go. She slipped on a pair of three-inch black stilettos, grabbed her phone and purse, then left her hotel room.
* * * *
Ten minutes later, Gwen stepped out of a cab. Groups of men and women were walking towards the Red Light District. Music and the sound of chatter hummed in her ears. After she paid the driver, she joined in the crowd.
During the drive, Gwen had studied the card Mark had given her. She’d entered the address on an application on her phone and memorised the directions to get to the club. From the map she’d studied, she estimated she had a six-block walk from her drop-off point.
She rounded the corner of a building with the mass and the volume of the music grew louder. The district looked different at night with the glowing red lights and swaying bodies in the windows of buildings. Scantily clad women swayed their hips and taunted those watching. Gwen passed around the onlookers.
A high level of excitement carried in the night, encouraged by the fast thumping tune and the appeal of sex in plain sight. Men laughed and smiled. The scent of marijuana was strong, especially after she strode by a shop selling the drug. Gwen’s enthusiasm increased too as she drew closer to her destination. The bar with a large neon sign several feet away was the same one she’d seen on the map she’d examined during her cab ride. Past it, the directions she’d read instructed her to turn left. But from where she was, the buildings appeared to be next to each other.
A sliver of doubt crept into her mind. Maybe she’d read the map wrong and needed to walk another block. She slowed her pace. As she walked by the establishment, she spotted a small alley. A couple who’d approached from the opposite direction turned and proceeded down the passageway.
Gwen paused and stared at the man and woman striding side by side down the dark narrow path. A short dress clung tightly to the female’s body and she wore high heels. Her partner had a broad frame and short hair. Gwen bit her lip as she debated what to do. Should she follow the duo into the dimly lit alley? The idea of venturing into dark and secluded areas of the district gave her an unsettled feeling. But the map she’d read had indicated that the club was a block ahead and this was her way to it. With a deep breath, she tossed her fear aside and put one foot in front of the other. She had a date with a hottie and she planned to keep it.
Her heartbeat quickened as she walked along the bricked passage. She passed by doors with small signs displaying numbers or the name of the business. Music thrummed from the buildings. The glow from the red lights helped her to stay on course and allowed her to watch the couple farther ahead. When they slowed, so did Gwen. Then the duo stopped in front of a door and the man knocked on it.