Hot Pickle - J.J. Knight Page 0,19

walks to a corner of the room where a pop-up tent, similar to the one at Ride ‘em Shiny, is set up. She picks up a wand attached to a steel canister.

Crap.

I should admit it.

So, I will.

“It’s happening again.”

The wand stills. “What is?”

“Same as last time.”

“Oh.” Her eyebrows arch.

“Should I just…go?”

Camryn taps the wand against her palm, her head tilted. The towel hides me, but with every motion she makes, I can feel my dick jump, whacking against my terry cloth.

I’m a teenage boy, I swear.

“We’ll have to prep all over again if you leave,” she says.

“I’m glad to pay twice. I have no idea why I’m so out of control around you.”

She bites back a smile. “You mean this doesn’t happen often?”

I shake my head. “Not since I was sixteen.”

“That must have been a very difficult high school experience.”

“It wasn’t — oh, hell. I don’t know.” This is fucking ridiculous. I want to tell my cock to knock it off, but it seems to be enjoying this conversation and strains to get a better listen.

“What will get you out of it?” she asks.

My vision dances with possibilities. Her mouth. Her hand. Her body. God. Now it’s worse. My voice is strangled when I ask, “What do you mean?”

“How did you get rid of it last weekend?”

“You left.”

Her mouth drops open for a moment. “Should I leave?”

“You’ll just come back in again.”

She glances around. “I don’t think I’m that hot.”

I want to tell her exactly how hot she is, but I know all my blood flow is in the wrong head, so I keep my mouth shut.

“Why don’t you take five behind the screen,” she suggests. “See if you can pull it together.”

I nod. I don’t have any better ideas. As much as I want her to be my tanning artist, it seems having her hands on me is way too much.

She sets her wand down. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

I hold the towel in front of me, but I haven’t taken two steps toward the corner when my damn foot catches on the corner of it, and just like that, the towel hits the floor.

And there we are, standing at attention.

“Shit.” It’s all I can think to say.

But then I add, “Sorry.” I reach down for the towel.

I don’t even want to look at her, but when I do, she’s covering a smile with her hand. I can see it in her eyes.

“It’s fine,” she says.

“I feel like it’s an unsolicited dick pic.”

A giggle escapes. “Even if you had worn your trunks, you’d be boinking out of here like a hot dog on the run.”

I let out a long breath. Her humor is helping. I’m the one with the uncontrolled body parts.

“I guess it’s too late for the modesty pouch?”

“I’m not sure you’d fit. But let me grab one for when you’re ready. The spray isn’t toxic, but I prefer not to get it directly on your…you know.”

She heads to a cabinet and passes me a small stretchy thing that reminds me of the pantyhose Grammy Alma used to hang over her shower rod.

That’s calming me down.

I step behind the screen, cursing my damn cock.

What the hell is wrong with you?

It seems to say, “Sorry, but she’s fuck-all hot.”

I grip the towel in my hands. I have to get over this.

Camryn calls out, “Don’t worry about the time. You’re the end of my day. Would you like some water?”

Maybe to dunk this cock in.

“No, thank you. So, what happens next?” I ask. Stalling, really.

“We go to the tent. I work quickly so I can apply an even base,” she says, and it’s as if we aren’t discussing my fully erect cock right here in her living room. “You’ll face away and hold a lat spread so we can get an even coat.”

She rambles on about dry times and peak color.

And I get it.

She’s not interested in me as a man.

Or my dick, as a fuck toy.

I’m just a client.

She’s a professional.

In fact, I’m probably handling it like a damn amateur.

And there we go, all the way down.

I stretch the bit of fabric over my junk and step out.

“Oh, good,” she says, careful to keep her eyes up here.

I move to the tent, and soon she’s spraying me like I’m nothing more than another mound of muscle to decorate.

My reaction to her obviously isn’t reciprocated.

And apparently, her ability to resist me isn’t nearly so hard.

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Camryn

Oh my God, that cock.

Ninety percent of me is on task, evenly spraying tanning solution