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“You said it, not me.” I slip my arms around her and pull her to me, hoping to pick up right where we left off in the car.
“I don’t think we can do anything here. Especially tonight,” Mandy resists my advance. “Not after the look she just gave me.”
“Does it really matter?” I ask, not wanting Peggy to stand in our way. “You’re a grown woman, an attorney for Christ sake.”
“I know. This town just makes me feel like a kid again. Everyone is so conservative and judgmental. You saw how Peggy acted,” she replies, taking a step toward the door.
“The thrill of being caught makes it even more fun,” I tell her, pulling her to me once again. “I can be very quiet and very good at the same time. Come on, let’s get away with something.”
Mandy
After a long day of wanting him, my defenses are quickly diminishing. “We have to be very quiet,” I reply sternly. “The last thing I want is to make a scene.”
“I understand.” He unhooks my belt and pops the button on my jeans. My pulse immediately quickens, watching him ease the zipper down. I smile to myself wondering how smoothly he is going to be able to get my jeans off of me. I know exactly how difficult they were to put on.
He grabs the only loose denim behind each knee and pulls firmly until the waistband gives way and pops down over my butt. “You’re better at this than I thought, but what about my boots?”
With a sexy smirk, he pushes against my abdomen sending me backwards onto the bed. He grabs hold of both boot heels and within seconds my jeans and boots are all in a pile on the floor at the foot of the bed. “God, you look sexy,” he murmurs while slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt.
“I think you better turn off the lights, just in case,” I reply, with a vision of Peggy opening the door running through my mind. “There is a lock, right?”
He turns the old metal latch, locking the door and turns off the light. There is still plenty of light streaming in through the window, however. “Perfect,” he says, letting his pants drop to the floor. My skin begins to tingle the moment his lips touch the tender skin between my thighs. I can feel his hot breath against my panties as he pauses. “The bed didn’t seem this squeaky earlier,” he whispers.
“I guess I wasn’t paying attention to the bed.” I laugh. “What you were doing was much more intriguing.”
He shoots me a grin and begins unbuttoning my blouse starting at the bottom and slowly working his way up. I find his slow, methodical and persistent movements extremely tantalizing and begin wishing that we could simply rip each other’s clothes off and make as much noise as we want. I squirm toward him making it easier for him to reach the top button of my blouse.
Trey
Based on the way she is already squirming and showing signs of impatience it will be interesting to see if we can remain quiet. The only way to be quiet on this squeaky old bed is by using very slow and deliberate movements. The fact that this slow, seductive approach is completely turning her on is just a fortunate side effect.
“God, I love the way you taste,” I whisper while kissing my way from her navel to the little silken bow at the center of her bra. I skim across each breast with my lips feeling her hardening nipples rising beneath the lacey material. She moans softly, lifting her back to encourage me to unhook her bra. I oblige of course.
“That feels better,” she whispers upon the release of tension across her chest. “I love the feeling of your naked body against mine.”
The old bed lets out telltale sounds as I slip her panties down her legs. I should’ve taken them off earlier. I decide to remove mine as well releasing a burst of squeaky noises that would normally be associated with someone settling into bed. “Now we’ll try to be quiet,” I tell her, cozying up right next to her.
Mandy
Restraint has never been my strong suit, but I’m more content now that we are snuggled into the warmth of each other’s arms. I push back the covers just a bit to compensate for the heat being generated by our intertwined bodies. Trey begins to slowly run his hand over my body once again, as if there wasn’t already enough sexual tension within me.
“No more teasing,” I tell him to no avail.
“I just love how you feel,” he moans softly, continuing a series of soft, sweeping motions. “I love running my hands over your body.”
I reach down between his legs and begin returning the favor. If he thinks he can continue teasing me without any retribution, he is wrong. Within a couple of minutes he pulls away from me, so I nudge him to move between my legs. He obliges, much to my relief.
