Hot Pickle - J.J. Knight Page 0,27

the occasion.

And we’re doing more tans. Over sandwiches at a picnic table in the park, Camryn and I worked out the ideal schedule leading up to next Saturday’s competition.

She was a total pro, talking about optimum timing and moisturizing regimens like I was any other client on her list.

Despite her demand of a kiss earlier, she was all business.

I’ll bide my time.

As I move through the days until I can see her again, I try out her recommended loofah in the shower, remembering when she used it on me in her apartment. Just the image of her gets me rock hard. I have no hope I’ll control my cock on the next tan any better than I did before.

Some things you have to let go.

I’ll see her three times this week. Tan one on Tuesday for the new base, tan two on Thursday to get it deeper.

You caught that, right?

I thought so.

We Pickles like our puns.

Then there’s the final competition tan on Saturday morning at the crack of dawn. I’ll be dressed for that one. I know not to take off my trunks after the Ride ‘em Shiny disaster.

Not that leaving them on helped me resist the effect Camryn has on me.

By Monday night, I’m home alone and feeling overwhelmed at the mere thought of her. Those pale shoulders in that ruffled shirt she wore to the park. Her hair spilling down her back, then billowing out in the wind as she rode the swing. It had taken all my self control to kiss her lightly, and not consume her.

But right now, alone on my bed after a long day, I let the fantasies run loose. The offending member is in my hand, and I dive into all the thoughts of her I’ve collected since we met.

In this one, we’re back in her apartment, the colorful art all around. And it’s Camryn who’s stripping down. I watch every bit of her body be revealed, lustrous, and soft. I rub her with lotion, my hands everywhere. I shift her hair away to press my lips to a sensitive spot on the back of her neck.

I stroke harder as I imagine her naked walk to the tent, admiring the perfect round ass I’ve only seen in yoga pants and jeans. She turns to look at me, her hair falling in a wave, one pert breast peeking out.

“Front or back?” she asks.

“Front.”

She lifts her arms, twisting her hair on top of her head. Her breasts are uplifted, and she is completely naked for me to admire. I groan out loud, imagining every inch of her on display, her knowing smile, those long lashes.

My cock is so hot and hard. I imagine turning on the spray and watching her nipples pucker in the cold. She lifts her chin, eyes closed, letting out a sigh as I spray her. And that’s it, the fantasy creates a real-life reaction as I let loose.

I fall back on my cold pillow. Shit. I’ve got it bad. And while I might’ve gotten crazy with my thoughts here alone in my apartment, I’ll need an iron will to keep control when I see her tomorrow.

And this fantasy I just indulged in?

I have to forget about it.

The next morning at the deli, I’m so distracted with thoughts of seeing Camryn that I fill the mayo squeeze bottles with mustard.

Tiana takes them away with a toss of her long braids

Angelo shakes his head. “What’s got you in such a fog, boss?”

“Nothing.”

Tiana empties the mustard into the proper bottles and gathers the mayo bottles to wash. “It’s that woman,” she says. “I can see it in his eyes.”

If I’m that obvious to my staff, there’s no way in hell I’ll keep my obsession from Camryn herself.

I spend the day practicing my focus. Timesheets. Invoices. Deliveries.

Only when I shoulder my bag before closing time does Angelo pause in wiping down the counter to say what’s probably on everybody’s mind. “So, is that girl the reason you’re working fewer hours lately?”

I hesitate. They’ve noticed.

The cut in hours is due to the workouts, but I’d rather confess about Camryn than the bodybuilding at this point. “I might be seeing her tonight.”

Tiana shakes her head, her arms crossed as I head for the door. “We’re losing the boss man to a woman.”

“Never,” I say over my shoulder. “The deli is my first love.”

“We do have the best pickles,” Angelo says with a smirk. “Maybe you should take her the hot ones again.”

I head out to the sidewalk