groin.
“It’s your turn,” she said, her voice a little breathless.
His slow slide up her thigh stopped and he gently squeezed
her flesh. “My turn?”
She settled in closer, shoulders touching, thighs rubbing,
hands a little hungry for more. “For another bad-date story. Surely there was
someone worse than the greedy woman who just wanted you to buy her food for the
next week.”
Sam smiled and resumed his voyage beneath her dress. The
waves of arousal swimming through her system grew larger and more insistent.
She was glad she hadn’t worn a tight dress. The waitress came and they ordered
another round of drinks. This would have to be her last one, and then she’d
have to get some food in her stomach. Her head was whirling slightly but it was
more from the man beside her and the intimate way he was touching her.
Meredith shifted in the much-more-comfortable seat, dropping
her leg to give him better access. She barely worried about what he thought
about her fleshy thigh. The liquor had apparently done a good job of lowering
her inhibitions.
“There was the woman who took her cat with us on our date,”
he said. “The furry thing was curled up in her lap the entire time. She petted
it and talked to it for the entire drive down the coast. I might as well have
been their chauffeur.”
“Maybe she was afraid you were going to try to get in her
lap and she wanted protection.” She laughed louder when the thought hit her.
“Ha! She was petting her pussy so you couldn’t.”
Sam joined in her laughter. His fingers had made it to the
edge of her panties. Any worries she had about her thick thighs went flying
from her mind when he skimmed a finger down the wet center.
Chapter Two
Sam’s cock throbbed at the sound of Meredith’s breathy gasp.
Her silky panties felt damp and as he lifted the edge of her dress, the scent
of her arousal rose to mix with the smells of booze and perfume. His cock was
aching behind his fly and as her hand inched closer, he hoped he didn’t explode
from the pressure building there.
Whenever he’d seen her at work, he thought he’d detected
hidden depths in those green eyes. A passion hidden behind the white lab coat
and hair pulled back tight. The time had never seemed right for him to approach
her for a drink or a date until now. If he hadn’t scared her off by his
advances so far, he hoped they might have a chance to explore the possibility
of a relationship.
As long as he could make sure this didn’t turn into a bad
date.
He hooked one finger beneath the elastic around her soft
leg. “Your turn.”
“Um. What?”
“Dreadful date story. Your turn.”
“Right.” She took a deep drink before sliding her hand all
the way up to his groin. His cock jerked in response. “I wasn’t sure if I
should share this one with you but if we might, you know, take this thing a
step further tonight, you probably should know I can get a little,” she lowered
her voice, “kinky in the bedroom.”
“Kinky? You?” He shouldn’t be surprised, considering how
open she’d been to his touches so far. He snaked his finger along her slick flesh
and smiled at her hip wiggle. “Tell me all about it.”
“Well, we were getting on okay. He seemed as if he was a
nice guy and we actually made it past the first date. Dinner at a fancy
restaurant, of course,” she added with a halfhearted grin. “No sex that night
but he asked me out again and we ended up back at my place.” She looked into
her glass. “Let’s just say he got his satisfaction and then left me tied to the
bed.”
Sam’s hand was out from beneath her dress in a second. He
grasped her shoulders and turned her to face him. “He left the apartment? He
actually left you restrained?” Sam knew he should have kept his voice down but
he was so angry there was no way he could do it. Luckily, no one reacted, so
the noise level from the conversations around them must have covered the words.
“Yeah. Bastard. When I heard