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Chapter 4

I sat in the cheap plastic chair at the little patio table all by myself and people-watched for a while. I’d had a bit to drink, and I needed to kill some time before I drove home.

My mind kept going back to the online dating thing. Dee had been harping on me for years to stop being so open about my sexuality. That no matter what men said, the old double standard was still there. Good girls didn’t have sex on the first date, and bad girls were only good for sex.

I told her I refused to believe it, but in reality, I did. I just refused to let it change who I was or how I acted. And I’d paid for it.

The online thing had been intriguing for a month or so, but it ended up being nothing but demoralizing. All that talking and flirting through e-mails only to meet the guy and find out either A) there was absolutely no chemistry at all. Or B) They were liars.

There had been one or two that I’d had great chemistry with, and great sex too, but that had been it. The worst thing about the online dating fiasco had been that it had gotten my hopes up. It had seemed a great way to meet guys outside the bar, but in all reality, the men online were worse than the ones in the bar. At least the guys in the bar didn’t try to pretend they wanted more than what they did, which was usually a night or two of hot sex, with no promises.

The guys online handed out a bunch of crap about looking for a relationship and love. The majority of the time I’d meet with them, and silly me, think we were forming a connection, only to discover that once they got laid, I never hear from them again. I was all for a night of hot dirty sex with a stranger, no strings attached, but I didn’t like being lied to.

Whatever. I might be willing to give up the hunt for love, but I was not going to give up sex. It was one of the few things that kept me sane.

All that thinking about sex had erotic heat thrumming through my veins and a dampness forming between my thighs. Dee knew I had more than one lover, but she had no idea just how addicted to it all I’d become over the years. One glance around the pub showed me there were no single men to hit on and my frustration rose.

Then I got mad at myself. “Jesus, Kelsey, you just got laid for a week straight. Give yourself a time-out,” I muttered to myself.

To make sure I didn’t follow the urge to troll through my phone index for a man to fuck, I flipped open my cell and dialed from memory. “Hey little sis, what are you up to tonight?”

“Kelsey! I thought you were on a beach somewhere?”

“That was last week. Keep up, would ya?”

Ariel’s light laugh echoed over the phone line. “Sorry. It’s tough having a jet-setting sister, y’know. What’s up?”

“I haven’t seen you in a while and I thought I‘d invite you over to dinner tonight. I have a new recipe I want to try out.” I didn’t have a new recipe, but cooking and eating were second only to sex in the simple pleasures of life on my list. And beaches. Yeah, laying on beaches was up there on that list too.

“Ohhhh.” Ariel moaned into the phone. “It sounds so good. You know I love your cooking, but I have to finish addressing these freak’n wedding invitations.”

“Do that tomorrow.”

“I can’t. It’s the fifteenth and I have to get them done or Miles’ mother will never let me live it down.”

I snorted. “Procrastinated as long as you could, huh?” Ariel was the queen of the last minute detail. Speaking of which. “Have you found a dress yet?”

“I don’t want to talk about that,” she said crisply. Then her voice took on a hopeful tone. “Since you don’t have a date tonight, you could come over and help me with the invitations.”

“Um, no.” I laughed. “I think I’ll stay away from the homestead while it’s all caught up in wedding fever. It’s not my style. But you be sure to call me whenever you need to get away from it all.”
Ariel promised and we hung up.

Restless energy had me up and out of my seat in seconds. I tossed some cash on the table to match Dee’s and headed out of the pub.

The closer I got to home, the hornier I became. By the time I parked my car and strode up the stairs to my apartment I had a clear plan, if not a clear head. I pulled my toy chest out from under my bed, stripped off my clothes, and went back to the living room with my hands full.

Since it was the middle of August, my place was still flooded with sunlight, even though it was just dinnertime.

I’d kept the curtains closed in the vain hope that my unit wouldn’t turn into an oven. Despite my lack of clothing, a layer of sweat popped up on my skin within seconds.

Uncaring of my nakedness, I pushed back the heavy curtains that shaded the room and slid the patio door open.

It was sort of weird to be standing on my own deck in the nude in broad daylight, but freeing too. I loved the sun on my naked skin when I was on a foreign beach, but I’d always tried to keep that part of my life separate. When I was home, I worked, I hung out with friends, and I worked some more.

When I was away from home, I played.

Only I needed to play now.

The DVD player was in the corner of the room right next to the patio doors and I loaded the disk into it before going to take a chair from the kitchen. I set the chair a couple feet in front of the TV, with the back to the screen.

The movie loaded and I flipped through the menu to my favorite scene. Then, pulling the six-inch silicone cock out of its silk storage sack, I slapped it onto the chair and grinned when the suction cup on the bottom took hold.
The next best thing to the real thing.

Flopping on the sofa, I watched as the woman on screen got on her knees between two naked men and started sucking one cock, then the other. I cupped my breasts and tugged on the nipples until they were red and tight, shooting pleasure straight to my core. When the moaning on screen started to get loud, I remembered the open patio door and turned the volume down with one hand while the other traveled over my belly to my sex.

Thinking about sex for the last hour had me so excited my clit was already hard and sensitive. I tugged on the piercing, rubbed the jewel against my clit once, twice, three times and I was up. This was not going to take long at all.

Bracing my hands on the back, I swung my leg over the chair and let the head of the dildo nudge my entrance. Tilting my head back I inched lower, my thigh muscles starting to tremble with the strain of going slow. The head breached my entrance and I lowered myself onto the dildo.
I was wet and more than ready, but with no lube it was still a tight fit.

Pain mixed with the pleasure and I pushed down harder as I watched the girl on screen get a cock shoved up her pussy from behind while the second guy fucked her mouth. They were a wickedly beautiful trio.

Finally it was all the way in and I was so full a guttural moan ripped from my throat. Fuck, I loved being full. I loved the tinge of pain that shaded the pleasure soaring through my system. I loved the raw naughtiness of fucking myself in broad daylight while the scandalous sounds of the porn filled the room.

With my feet planted on the floor and juices flowing so fast, I was soon bouncing up and down, and moaning louder than the people on screen. Sweat slicked my body and my insides clenched. This time when I thought about the open curtains, the sunlight, and the fact that someone might hear me, my insides clenched. I closed my eyes and imagined the hand that reached down between my legs wasn’t mine. Rough fingers circled my clit, tugging on it until my back arched and my mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure.

I sat for a minute, still full of fake cock, with my arms folded across the back of the chair and my head resting on top of them. The grunting, panting, and sighing coming from the TV told me I’d beaten my celluloid friends to the finish line and I laughed.

Chapter 5

She was glorious.
Harlan Shaw stood near the window of his loft and stared across the street in amazement. He wasn’t in the habit of spying on his neighbors. He’d been staring out the window chasing his muse when a movement had caught his attention, and he’d focused on the naked woman opening her patio door.

A petite but well-rounded woman with curves and softness in all the right places. A woman with breasts that jiggled with every move and hips rounded enough to get a good grip on. When she’d dropped onto the couch and started playing with those breasts, Harlan had been a bit surprised. He didn’t know many women bold enough to run around naked in broad daylight, let alone masturbate.

He stepped closer to the window and watched, mesmerized as she played with herself. When she’d stood up and straddled the chair in the middle of the room, he finally noticed the rubber dick sticking up out of it and realized he’d found his missing muse.

“Such a dirty girl,” he murmured in appreciation.

The sun danced over her skin as her breasts bounced, and she rode that cock. Harlan’s own hand covered his crotch and his thumb stroked the hardness beneath his zipper. He could easily take himself out and join her in her naughtiness, but he didn’t want to be distracted. He just wanted to watch.

The expression on her face, the way she moved, and the way her hips swiveled – she was pure animal in heat. There was no pretense or coyness, no tentativeness at all in her movements. She was on the hunt for pleasure, and it was intoxicating to watch.

Her head went back, black hair streaming over her arched back as her breasts thrust forward, the tips glinting in the sunlight. Harlan held his breath, his eyes glued to her face as her eyes closed and her lips parted.

Christ, how he wanted to hear her scream.

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