talk, that's all. Don't worry. I want to get to know you, find out about you and your life and your work."
Before she knew it, Kit was sitting at the linoleum table in the kitchen at the back of the house, a full wine-glass in front of her. She couldn't seem to explain that she didn't drink. Frank raised his glass.
"To neighbors. To new friends." He sipped at the wine. A ruby drop hung in the thicket above his full lips. "To chemistry."
Then all at once, he was kissing her, his mouth a bewildering array of flavors: wine, sweat, pot, and faintly, pussy. A wildfire of desire raced through her body. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, and she met it halfway. His hands were all over her, snaking down her neckline to caress her tits, sliding up her hips under her dress, slipping between her damp thighs as he discovered she wore nothing underneath.
In less than ten seconds, he had his fingers crammed in her cunt, and she was humping them madly, moaning and twisting herself to force him deeper. He threw off the sarong and lifted her onto his lap, impaling her on the rod of flesh that jutted from his hairy groin. He was both fatter and longer than Todd, but Kit was so soaked and ready that there was no resistance.
For a moment, they were still. She could feel him filling her, stretching her exquisitely. His cock seemed to pulse, expanding and contracting within her in time with their synchronized breaths.
Frank buried his face in her hair, gulping her scent. "Oh, Princess..." Then he began thrusting, ramming into her while she bounced on top of him.
They came together, in a thundering rush of sensation that drove every shred of rationality from Kit's mind. The first thing that she was conscious of, after the echoes of the cataclysm died away, was the come dripping down her thighs.
Oh, no. No! Frank's eyes were still closed. His cheeks were flushed. His glasses hung crookedly on his nose. His cock was still half hard inside her.
Kit climbed off his lap so quickly that she landed on the kitchen floor. That woke Frank from his blissful reverie, all right.
"Princess! Are you okay?"
"Okay? Of course not. We just had sex."
"Yes, we did. Fabulous, wasn't it?"
"Unprotected sex. No condom. Nothing." Kit's eyes blazed. "And I'll bet that you do this all the time, getting it on with any unsuspecting female who has the misfortune to enter your shop. Mr. Natural."
"Actually, I don't. It's been a long time, a very long time."
"Hey, well, wake up. This isn't the sixties. You can't just screw anyone you fancy. You've got to be careful. Take precautions."
Frank sighed and looked suitably chastened. "Yes, I know. It's terribly sad, but you're right."
"So why did you do it? You're not stupid."
Frank smiled at her, but his eyes were serious.
"Why did you?" He wrapped the sarong around him and tucked the free end into the waist. "Sometimes there's something there, you just can't help yourself. Call it animal attraction, pheromones, whatever. You can't ignore it. You can't control it."
He had watched sadly as Kit hurried out the door but hadn't tried to stop her. "You know what I mean. I know that you do."
****
Now she was headed back, drawn against her judgment, against her will. Back to his untidy, old fashioned world, to his ridiculous nostalgia, and his sweet, irresponsible innocence.
The paisley curtains were shut. A hand-carved wooden sign hung on the door: Sorry. Closed for space walk. Please come again.
She stabbed at the doorbell, and heard the silly parrot squawk inside, but the door remained shut. Kit struggled between frustration and relief.
Maybe she could come back after work. Still, it was odd that he should close his shop in the middle of a Monday. On the other hand, he couldn't have that many customers, hidden away as he was on this quiet residential street.
Kit tried the doorknob. It turned easily. How typical of him! Naively trusting. Irresponsible. She slipped into the dimness of the front room and
Before she knew it, Kit was sitting at the linoleum table in the kitchen at the back of the house, a full wine-glass in front of her. She couldn't seem to explain that she didn't drink. Frank raised his glass.
"To neighbors. To new friends." He sipped at the wine. A ruby drop hung in the thicket above his full lips. "To chemistry."
Then all at once, he was kissing her, his mouth a bewildering array of flavors: wine, sweat, pot, and faintly, pussy. A wildfire of desire raced through her body. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, and she met it halfway. His hands were all over her, snaking down her neckline to caress her tits, sliding up her hips under her dress, slipping between her damp thighs as he discovered she wore nothing underneath.
In less than ten seconds, he had his fingers crammed in her cunt, and she was humping them madly, moaning and twisting herself to force him deeper. He threw off the sarong and lifted her onto his lap, impaling her on the rod of flesh that jutted from his hairy groin. He was both fatter and longer than Todd, but Kit was so soaked and ready that there was no resistance.
For a moment, they were still. She could feel him filling her, stretching her exquisitely. His cock seemed to pulse, expanding and contracting within her in time with their synchronized breaths.
Frank buried his face in her hair, gulping her scent. "Oh, Princess..." Then he began thrusting, ramming into her while she bounced on top of him.
They came together, in a thundering rush of sensation that drove every shred of rationality from Kit's mind. The first thing that she was conscious of, after the echoes of the cataclysm died away, was the come dripping down her thighs.
Oh, no. No! Frank's eyes were still closed. His cheeks were flushed. His glasses hung crookedly on his nose. His cock was still half hard inside her.
Kit climbed off his lap so quickly that she landed on the kitchen floor. That woke Frank from his blissful reverie, all right.
"Princess! Are you okay?"
"Okay? Of course not. We just had sex."
"Yes, we did. Fabulous, wasn't it?"
"Unprotected sex. No condom. Nothing." Kit's eyes blazed. "And I'll bet that you do this all the time, getting it on with any unsuspecting female who has the misfortune to enter your shop. Mr. Natural."
"Actually, I don't. It's been a long time, a very long time."
"Hey, well, wake up. This isn't the sixties. You can't just screw anyone you fancy. You've got to be careful. Take precautions."
Frank sighed and looked suitably chastened. "Yes, I know. It's terribly sad, but you're right."
"So why did you do it? You're not stupid."
Frank smiled at her, but his eyes were serious.
"Why did you?" He wrapped the sarong around him and tucked the free end into the waist. "Sometimes there's something there, you just can't help yourself. Call it animal attraction, pheromones, whatever. You can't ignore it. You can't control it."
He had watched sadly as Kit hurried out the door but hadn't tried to stop her. "You know what I mean. I know that you do."
****
Now she was headed back, drawn against her judgment, against her will. Back to his untidy, old fashioned world, to his ridiculous nostalgia, and his sweet, irresponsible innocence.
The paisley curtains were shut. A hand-carved wooden sign hung on the door: Sorry. Closed for space walk. Please come again.
She stabbed at the doorbell, and heard the silly parrot squawk inside, but the door remained shut. Kit struggled between frustration and relief.
Maybe she could come back after work. Still, it was odd that he should close his shop in the middle of a Monday. On the other hand, he couldn't have that many customers, hidden away as he was on this quiet residential street.
Kit tried the doorknob. It turned easily. How typical of him! Naively trusting. Irresponsible. She slipped into the dimness of the front room and
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