Hot Pickle - J.J. Knight Page 0,42

the matter of that incredibly hot make-out session at the arena. Even with the madness of the competitions and my future as a bodybuilder zooming at me at warp speed, I think about it constantly. Her, constantly.

I remember the feel of her under my hands, those glorious breasts and round ass. And now I’m too late. Full-mast.

I try to shift my focus.

But the more I try to think of something else, I swear, the harder my cock gets.

It’s time to live it. It’s not like Camryn doesn’t know how hot I am for her.

I’m going to walk out there with the biggest erection of my life. Even the towel will be standing at attention.

But I do snatch one up from the table beside the screen.

I wrap it around my waist and step out.

Then I see her.

And I’m so shocked I drop the towel to the floor.

She’s practically naked. The whole of her skin glows pale and luminous in the light where she works by the stool.

Fuuuuck.

My blood rushes to my cock.

The top of her round breasts gleam. Her nipples are small and pink. As I gawk at them, they tighten into buds.

There an indention on either side of her stomach muscles, and her belly button is an innie, not an outie.

I can already picture my tongue dipping inside it.

She wears the tiniest, barest swimsuit bottom, dark blue with black flowers. Beneath it, her legs are slender, her knees adorable. Her toenails are painted pink.

I want to worship her.

“Are you going to stare all day or are we going to get you tan?”

I can barely speak. “Do you…?”

“Do this for all my clients? Of course not. But we’re starting something here, and it has felt very unequal. You’ve been bared to me the whole time. So here. I’m as naked as you.” She holds out her arms, and I swear to God I’m nearly brought to my knees.

“You’re a fucking goddess,” I manage to say.

She gives me a wry smile. “So, do you think we can do this?”

I’ve no idea what she’s talking about. “Do…what?” My mind races with possibilities. Fuck like rabbits? Lick every inch of each other? Married, children, retirement in the South of France? I can see our whole future laid out.

She gestures to the stool. “The tan. I thought maybe I would work on you a little, then you would do me. I’ll moisturize you, then you will put your hands on my body. Equal footing.”

Fuuuuck.

I clear my throat to make sure I can form words. “I like this plan. As long as you can stand the elephant in the room.” I gesture to my turgid, blood-engorged cock.

She nods. “Seen it before. You’re happy to see me. I get it. Now on the stool.”

I pick up the towel and sit down, not able to take my eyes off her. I watch her reach down for a loofah, and I’m desperate for my turn.

She walks around my body, checking the spots she knows may need work.

“Looking good. Let’s check your thighs,” she says.

I slide the towel away, and there’s my cock, standing straight up.

She stares down. It jumps in response. “He is an exuberant part of you, isn’t he?”

“He can’t resist you.”

“May I take a look at these inner thighs?”

“You can do anything you want with me.”

Camryn kneels between my knees, and for a moment I almost pass out. My life flashes before my eyes.

She widens my legs, her ponytail brushing my skin as she examines the tan.

“I’m going to have to tend to this part by hand and then hold you aside while it dries.” She looks up at me with those lashes, and I don’t even know how I keep control. But somehow I do.

“Sounds good.”

She rolls her tray closer and picks up the tanning lotion. I am absolutely rapt with every motion she makes. She shakes the bottle, and her breasts jiggle. My head goes light again.

She squeezes a bit of color on a finger. “So, here we go.”

She presses my leg away with her elbow and cups my balls and shifts my dick to one side. I swear I’m about to lose it right there. Her hand is cool against my rather throbbing cock. I’m absolutely dying.

She glances up at me. “He’s really engorged. If I let go, he’ll take on the color and wreck the smoothness.”

“Do what you have to do.”

Her fingers wrap around my cock while the heel of her hand holds my balls aside. I’m on fire. I will spontaneously combust