Thigh High by Amarinda Jones

Chapter One
    “Aren’t you going to strip?” Joe Patterson was naked and ready for anything.
    Marilyn “Maz” Adler smiled down at the naked man before her. The green eyes she knew so well caught and held hers and she had the overriding urge to push back the blond cowlick that made his hair always look rumpled and sexy. Oh he looks good . There was a manly rawness in his face that made her stomach contract and her heart race. Did I ever get over him? And was he always so tall and lean and lickable?
    Maz liked that Joe was so eager and needy, and that he dropped his clothes at her simplest command. He was spread out on the bed waiting for whatever Maz chose to do next and that gave her an amazing sense of power. There was also the thrill that despite the fact that they had been lovers a long time ago, there was a strange sense of the excitement of the unknown that held them. Maz also liked that Joe was basically ready and willing for anything Maz chose to do. She liked that a lot.
    “You don’t like this?” Maz fingered the black lace of her slip, knowing that the pale flesh of her full breasts pushed out enticingly. Joe had always liked her breasts. He had often enthused lyrically about her pale, buxom curves and her titian-red hair. You were born in the wrong century, Maz, and yet I am glad for it. “I wore it just for you.” She could see Joe’s cock jerk in excitement. The wet warmth between her legs made her thighs slippery with need. But I can wait. Lessons need to be learned here .
    They had met at the “no-tell-motel” outside town. It was relatively private and if enough money was exchanged no one would know either of them had been there. That was important in a small town. What they did was no one else’s business. Joe was there thinking it was to relive old memories of being together but Maz was there for revenge.
    “I would rather you wore less.”
    Maz raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. “This isn’t about you though, is it?” She had made that clear in her note. Joe, I need you to come and do whatever I choose to ask of you. It was the sort of note that said a lot but could mean just about anything.
    “I was hoping we could share the moment.”
    “Just a moment? Is that all you’ve got? I was hoping to have that fat, hard cock inside me for longer than that.” She liked how he swallowed hard to keep control. It made her feel better knowing he was not as in control as he pretended to be.
    Joe reached out his hand to her. “Come here and I’ll show you what I can do.”
    Part of Maz wanted to do just that. She wanted to slide down on his cock and be filled up with the hard heat of it once more. But that was not the plan. She had things she had to do first.
    “Again, this is about me. You seem to be forgetting that.” Maz knew the easy smile he gave her was one of a confident man who believed whatever game she was playing would eventually give him pleasure. There was no way Maz was going to make this easy on Joe.
    “Please, Maz…”
    It would have been so easy to take his hand and fall into his arms as she once had so long ago. “Please what?”
    “You’re a difficult woman.”
    You have no idea how much, yet. “But I can be fair.” She lifted the fabric from her thighs, just enough to reach under and hook the sides of her panties with her fingers. Maz knew Joe wanted to see more but that was not happening until she was ready, if ever. She tugged at her panties until the lace fell to the ground. Maz reached down. Picked them up and tossed them over her shoulder. “Mmmm, I feel so much more comfortable now.”
    She walked to the bed, wondering at Joe’s self-control. He had changed from the eager, explosive young man she had once known. Maz looked at the fat head of his cock. She was itching to touch and taste. But that was not the plan yet. “You look awfully hard. Are you all tense with need, Joseph?” Maz had always called him by his first name when she wanted to prove a