Caught: Contemporary Taboo Romance by Heidi Hunter, Taboo Firsts Page A

slipping out of my short, plaid skirt, I adjusted my red thong panties. Without turning around, I put my hands on his thighs just below his knees and pressed my basically bare ass backward against him. His dick hardened as I rubbed my cheeks against him in time with the music. Then something really surprising happened – he came in his pants as I rubbed against him.
     

Four

 
     
    Troy
     
    As soon as I came, I sat up, unable to believe what had just happened. I hadn’t come when dry humping since before college. In all of the strip clubs I’d visited over the last few weeks, it was the first time any woman had been able to bring me to orgasm by simply rubbing and grinding against me. She turned, smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I stood up, my body pressed against hers.
    I wanted her badly, but we couldn’t do it in the room with the bouncer outside. She threw her hands around me. Her full, natural breasts pushed against my chest. Even through the thin material of my silk shirt, they were wonderful. I wrapped my hands around her, cupping her ass cheeks. Halfway through the hug, she pulled back a little before kissing me on the lips.
    Her soft, wet lips opened, allowing me to stick my tongue into her mouth. The wet spot between my legs was suddenly very embarrassing to me. I stopped kissing her. When her hands dropped to her sides, I stepped back, unable to take my eyes off of hers. She didn’t break eye contact as we studied each other for a moment or two.
    “I have to go,” I said.
    “It’s okay. It happens to a lot of guys.”
    “It’s not that,” I lied. “I have to meet someone at the motel nearby.”
    “Oh, okay.”
    “Don’t you want to know who?”
    “Well, kinda, but I don’t want to be rude.”
    “It’s you. I want to see you later after you get off your shift so we can finish this…” I let my voice trail off.
    “Finish what?”
    “Whatever you want and more. Will another thousand cover your time?”
    She nodded, still not breaking eye contact. “It will be late.”
    “That’s fine. I want to have a drink and take care of a few things.”
    “Can I trust you?” she asked naively.
    “Sure. Can I trust you?” I countered.
    “Yeah. Totally. I’m not supposed to give out my number, but here you go.”
    After I had her digits in my cell phone, I gave her another kiss on the cheek. Well, it started as a simple peck, but I couldn’t get enough of the way her skin tasted. She was special in so many different ways. We were soon kissing passionately once again until the door opened. Before the bouncer walked in to check on us, she pulled away.
    “Everything okay?” he asked, looking us both over.
    “Yes, it’s fine. Thanks. He’s leaving early.”
    “No refunds…” Barry began.
    “No worries. She was worth every penny,” I said, hoping the stain between my legs wasn’t too noticeable.
    The bouncer left the room. Before she could say anything, I walked to the door.
    “I hope to see you later tonight,” I said over my shoulder as I opened it.
    “You will,” she said.
    On the drive to the nearest motel, I sat in back of the Town Car and thought about the dancer I’d just met. I realized I still didn’t know her name. While I’d manipulated quite a few women over the years, getting them to do my bidding, I didn’t have an urge to screw this young woman over or try to control her. All she was doing was trying to survive, to make her life better.
    I wondered what I would have done if I hadn’t been a trust fund baby, if I hadn’t been blessed with advantages over ninety-nine percent of the rest of the population. Those thoughts quickly faded as my mind was invaded by images of her – those perfect breasts and the way she moved. I even loved the sound of her voice, that faint Kentucky accent. I sent her a text message with the address of the motel and my room number. As I waited, I poured a whiskey on the rocks and got undressed so I could take a long, hot