Welcome to E. Mayberry

“Stop,” I said.

He didn’t right away and I almost changed my mind. I needed to turn this thing around and test him a little, to see how far he was willing to go for me.

“I’m serious,” I said. “Stop.”

His finger stopped moving but he didn’t pull them out of me. I tried to calm my breathing as my hips slid forward a bit, forcing his fingers deeper inside. As much as I wanted him to stop, the man was so fucking scrumptious and I wanted him to make me come.

“You don’t seem to want to stop,” he said.

I put both hands on his knuckles and pulled my pussy off him.

“There,” I said.

“What did I do wrong?” he asked.

I took a deep breath and laughed.

“Absolutely nothing,” I said.

The fact that he’d asked was impressive. He was much further along than I’d thought. He cared about my pleasure. Most men only cared about pleasuring themselves. I don’t think I’d ever had a man ask me what he’d done wrong.

“So what is it?” Tension asked. “Have I crossed the line?”

“You haven’t even approached it yet,” I told him. “Don’t worry about crossing the line with me. But I do need a favor. Get me out of here.”

I looked out the window and the sun had set sometime during my story. I hadn’t even realized it. My house felt so cramped and I needed fresh air. Plus, I wanted to see how Tension would treat me out in public.

“Where do you want to go?” he asked. “Dinner?”

“A drink,” I said.

“Ha, I’ve been drinking,” he said.

“I’ll drive,” I said. “But we are taking your car. I want to go to an actual bar. With live music and shots and people. Take me out.”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“Come with me to my room. You can watch me get dressed while I continue my story.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“You think I haven’t gotten dressed in front of a man before? Have you been listening to me at all?”

With that I got up, took him by the hand, and led him to my room where I pushed him down onto my bed and went to my closet to grab a dress. I knew the one I wanted to wear. I wasn’t in a mood for black or white. I grabbed my tight, royal blue dress that made my tits pop.

I stepped out of my closet, still naked from the waist down, and pulled off my tank top. My tits stayed tight and perky, the way only the best money can buy do. Sometimes I wished I’d stayed all natural but one of the things the adult film industry demands is physical perfection. My tits weren’t naturally big enough to impress anyone on screen. I’d grown quite fond of what I was now working with and it seemed Tension was excited about what he saw. His eyes went from my tits to my pussy and back up to my tits. Typical male.

“Like what you see?” I asked.

“I could look at you all day, every day,” he said.

I wondered how much he meant that as I sashayed slowly over to the dresser where I bent forward way lower than necessary to pick a fresh pair of panties out of the drawer, making sure he saw my pussy from behind. He saw me and stood up from the bed quickly, moving to stand behind me. His hands touched my hips.

In my dresser mirror I saw the fully clothed detective standing behind my naked body, looking down at my ass, his tongue touching his bottom lip. I reached back behind me, knocking his hand off my hip, and found his cock. It was as hard as could be and I gave it a squeeze.

“Later,” I promised. “Right now I want to go out. Go downstairs and I’ll tell you the rest of my story while we’re out. If you still like me when I’m done, I have every in

tention of bringing you back here, tying you to that bed, and riding you till the sun comes up.”