Let the pause between you and the brunette play out
From Create Your Own Story
The brunette pulls her left arm up and leans her temple against her wrist. As she shifts you can see that her other arm runs straight down her side; her hand appears to be under her hip. "So.. are you going to show this intriguing Monsieur Pepin, Arkana?"
"You.. want me to.. ?"
"You don't want to?" Her tone puts a elusive emphasis on don't -- mild, but skeptical and admonishing.
You realize that, oddly, there is a part of you that doesn't. What the heck?
Keeping your eyes on hers, you pull your hand away from your crotch, up to your chest. You turn your hips up a little, as much as you can under the car, facing your cock toward her.
She glances down; then back up. "No, turn your hip back, you're just blocking the light."
You rotate your hip down again. You can see a bit more light on her now as you flatten on the pavement. She shifts as well, her upper shoulder, the right, with the arm extending down her side, leans back, squeezing in the tight space up against the underside of the shimmying car; her leg nearest you moves up just a bit. You see this from the corner of your sight; you maintain your gaze on her face, watching where her eyes look.
She looks down. Your inhalation tingles down to your cremaster muscle, tighting your cock. The head firmly pokes car chassis.
"Well." After staring for a moment, she says, "It's mostly in shadow. Move it around a little."
You oblige, drawing your left hand back down to your cock's root, pressing against it so that the head comes off the car's undercarriage. You push it slowly around in an arc from two to four o'clock. The shaft hardens more under your fingers, pushes back like a lizard, an obtruding appetite. The car engine hums in your ears. You imagine a pastel smear of rust on your cock where it touched the car (though this car certainly doesn't have a spot of rust anywhere on it). You imagine the brunette's tongue licking over the spot. Her head pressed up against the underside of the car to get at you. A sudden shiver races through your body, the taste, the lingering sensation of pure steel on your cock, a smooth, alien essence.
And there it is once more, a kind of embarrassment, a flush under your mouth and cheeks at your desire to trap the brunette between you and your compartment's metal ceiling. As though this thought were uncharacteristic of you.
When you open your eyes again, she's watching your face. "That gave me goose-bumps, Arkana."
Your only response is to let go of your cock and turn up again. Your hand and cock both hang in the dim air between you. You place your hand flat on the pavement.
"Usually I find it insufferable when Lori does this sort of.. pump-priming."
"Not this time?"
She moves her head back and forth No against her wrist.
"Wonder what's changed?" You wonder too, at this woman who makes your usual lust feel like some kind of.. betrayal of character. Though in a way you like it; you like the confinement, the constraint. The animal likes it. The thought of its liberty sweetened.
She ignores your question. She inches closer. "You know, you didn't sound particularly southern when I heard you talking, back up there." She angles her thumb at the front of the car. Before you can reply, she says, "But that doesn't matter.
"Arkana.. Texarkana.. can you do me a little favor."
"Darlin'. Of course."
"When I'm a little anxious, like now, I find a.. little release.. helps me shake it off."
A tension between wanting to know what she'll ask, and knowing what she wants. Between obliging the woman and obliging your strange new sense of decency -- which seems oddly to coil more tightly at the insinuation of pleasuring her. "Of.. course. I am entirely at your disposal. You have only to ask."
"Gallant," she murmurs, her tone straddling the ironic and the sincere. She says, "I was.. in the middle of that when you looked under the car.. in fact." Then, "I'm asking."
"Okay."
"Okay. Good. It's good," she says, reassuringly. "But, you can.. do how you like. Your preference. If you want to.. take care of yourself, that would be, I could use that. Or if you'd prefer, I have a.. kind of button. A spot in the small of my back. I can.. show you where. You only need to touch it. It would be very generous of you. And I'd be quick -- I promise."
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| Health | Horny | Location: |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 1 | |
