Hot Pickle - J.J. Knight Page 0,44
pulls the ponytail from her hair, and for a moment, it falls in a glorious cascade down her body. I have to set my jaw to maintain any semblance of control. She’s every fantasy I’ve ever had, right in front of me.
Her breasts lift as she raises her arms and rearranges her hair into a tight bun, wrapped with the same elastic.
“I’m ready,” she says. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
She holds her arms out from her sides. I imprint this image of her in my mind. Almost naked, glorious, mine.
I turn on the spray.
It moves evenly across her, coating her in the glossy wet shimmer. When I get to her beautiful toes, I turn it off.
“Now the back,” she says.
She turns around, and this one is even harder, because she can’t see me staring at her.
I take her in for a full minute before she turns her head and says, “Everything okay?”
I swallow hard and say, “Sorry.”
I spray the back of her, and she bends over as I reach her ass, allowing her cheeks to spread. My life passes before my eyes.
I spray down both slender calves and shut it off.
“Now you need to dry,” I say.
She steps out of the tent and over to the fan, lifting her arms and tilting back her head.
I want to be a painter, or a sculptor, something to capture this incredible beauty in front of me.
But all I can do is set down the spray wand and stare, feasting on the vision of her.
After several minutes, she touches a finger to her inner arm. “All good. Ready for yours?”
I step into the tent while she switches out for a darker spray.
When she moves in front of me, she says, “We have to do something about that. It’s more than I bargained for.”
I glance down. My cock is rather outrageously out there.
“It’s that bad to spray it?”
“It won’t hurt you, but it’s not a good look when it peels.”
I let out a long breath. “I’m way beyond the pale here.”
“I don’t guess you’re going to be able to bring it down?”
“Not with a naked goddess standing in front of me.”
“Would it help if I put on some clothes?”
“Not at this point.”
“What would help?”
I want to say exactly what would help, but I’m not sure we’re there yet. The last thing I want to do is scare her off. I’m ready to work over every inch of her, lick it, taste it, then plunge inside her body. Picturing it makes my head spin.
Whoa, boy. Take it down a notch.
“I’m open to suggestions.”
She stares at it again, tapping her finger on her cheek. I can barely take it.
“I’m going to take care of it.”
My throat is so tight I can barely ask, “How?”
“You seem pretty far gone.” She steps forward, her naked, glowing body almost grazing mine. “I think it might be easy.”
She pauses. “This isn’t about being my client. This is about where we’re headed on a personal level.”
“I’m down with whatever you want to do.”
Her arms reach up to clasp my shoulders. Then slowly, carefully, she presses her body against mine. My cock is trapped between us.
I’m in heaven. Or hell. It’s a thin line because I want her so badly, but I don’t want to move too fast.
She’s silky smooth after the lotion and the tanning spray. God. I’m so sunk.
“Good thing my color’s light,” she says.
“Why?”
“It’s about to rub on you.” She slides down, every soft curve of her body slipping along mine, until her breasts surround my cock. She reaches down to hold my balls. “Nothing I haven’t touched before.”
She looks up at me, damn, those lashes, and I clutch the sides of the tent.
She makes her way up again, gliding along my abs. Then back down, my cock appearing again between those breasts.
She rolls my balls in her hand, then moves up and down, sliding along the length of my dick.
Her tits. My cock. Her naked body. Those eyes.
She keeps moving, up and down, quickening her pace. Our bodies are slick and smooth, like silken sheets gliding against each other.
Fuck. It’s too much.
I unleash, spurting across those glorious breasts. When I’ve stopped groaning, she looks down with a smile. “I think we got it taken care of.”
She steps back and for a moment I think I’ve died. She absolutely glows, the tan giving her a luminous quality, and my come is on her body.
“Grab a towel,” she says. “I’ll clean up, and then we’ll give you the perfect tan. Problem