“A butterfly?”
“A butterfly,” I repeated. I wondered how many times we were going to play repeat after me.
“What, on my back?”
“No,” I said quietly.
“Where?”
With what looked like trepidation, I reached out my arm and placed two fingers on her shoulder. I made sure my touch was just barely noticeable before I trailed them down, over her collar bone, and to the top of her left breast.
“Your chest.”
She stared at me for a little while. Her eyes were a little distrustful, but through her shirt I noticed her nipples contracting under my touch. She took a long breath and smiled.
“That could be really interesting,” she said. “Too bad I’m heading home tomorrow.”
“I don’t have any paint with me anyway,” I said as my hand dropped, brushing over her erect nipple as it lowered back to my side.
She glanced off towards the line of people firing various weapons and then grabbed my hand and hauled me outside to the parking lot. She swiftly directed me between two decent-sized SUVs where there was a bit of privacy and then reached around the back of my neck and pressed her lips firmly to mine.
It was obvious from the way she was pressing firmly against my lower body that she was interested in more than a make-out session, and I wondered as I swirled my tongue in her mouth just what we could get away with standing there between two Escalades.
She already knew, apparently.
Carolyn’s hands went from my neck, down my arms and then back up again before she pulled away slightly and broke our connection. At the same time, she pressed her lower body against my hardening cock. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she tilted her head to look in my eyes and spoke softly.
“I bet I could make you forget.”
“Forget?” It was my turn to repeat.
“About what happened to you over there.”
I smiled, shook my head a little, shrugged, and let out a humorless laugh.
“I don’t think I’ll ever forget.”
“Maybe just for a little while,” she said with promise.
Her hands traveled from my shoulders to my hands again. She squeezed them gently as she closed the space between us and covered my mouth with her warm lips. Then her hand brushed over my crotch, and her fingers tugged at the button and zipper.
I tried to seem a little resistant – not enough to make her stop but enough to make me appear somewhat reluctant. It was never good to appear too eager – drawing it out was always better. Of course, this was going to be a one-night stand, too.
One-day stand.
Standing in a parking lot.
Her hands moved down my thighs as she dropped to her knees, and I thanked whatever gods there were for warm, wet, willing mouths.
Damn, it felt good.
It had been a while since I had received oral sex, and honestly, blowjobs were my favorite. Pussy was always good, and anal was a nice alternative, but there was nothing like seeing a chick on her knees in front of me, looking up with soft eyes, and giving me the impression she was praying to my dick.
You want to know about the worst blowjob I ever had? Yeah – it was awesome.
I looked up to the clear sky for a moment and tried not to moan too loudly. As I looked back down, my eyes crossed the walkway just outside the shooting range main entrance, and I saw Evan coming out. He stopped on the sidewalk to hoist up the duffel carrying his elaborate sniper rifle and then reached up to rub the spot between his eyes.
Before he started towards the bus stop, he looked at the ground, shook his head sharply one time, and wrapped his fingers tightly around the strap of the bag.