J. McKenna - Wanted - Kept Woman

“Yes, and you were eliminated. Didn’t you know? This is just the consolation date. You see, I’m not really the CEO of the company. I’m the janitor.”

She laughed and hugged him. She liked his quick wit. Suzanne reached down and touched his dick, which swelled in her hand. “Hey, for a janitor, you’ve sure got the right equipment for the job.”

“Careful—you might get hosed!”

He turned and tickled her. The coffee perked as they giggled and grasped at each other. Suzanne had never felt such powerful emotions as this before.

Could this be love?

Or am I just in lust?

“Coffee’s ready,” he said, when the tale-tell bubbling of the machine finally ended. He poured them each a cup.

“Ahh,” he said, taking a sip. “Nothing like a good cup of coffee after sex. I think it’s the modern-day equivalent of a cigarette.”

“Yes, that’s true. Everyone used to smoke after sex. Drinking coffee is probably a lot healthier.”

“Unless you spill it on yourself,” he teased, stroking a naked breast. She giggled and pulled away from the tickling, her coffee cup steady in one hand.

“I’ll be careful. You sure wouldn’t want it to drip onto certain parts of yours either!” She eyed his cock.

“Yikes. That would ruin a perfectly good weekend, wouldn’t it? I’d hate to have to explain that in the emergency room.”

They drank for a few minutes, lost in thought, enjoying the quiet, broken only by the lap of gentle waves outside. Finally Brian spoke. “Suzanne.”

“Yes?” She turned to him, gazing into his eyes, feeling more in love by the minute.

“No one else has visited this island. And I don’t think anyone else will.”

She let a slow smile spread across her face. “I’m glad to hear you say that, Mr. Armstrong.”

Suzanne loved how the light streamed through the slats of the windows, dappling the countertops. Then again, she loved just about everything this morning. After such a powerful, emotional session of lovemaking last night, they repeated the performance again at dawn, like a couple of horny school kids.

She poured Brian some coffee and sat down from him across the small kitchen table. Both were still tousled with sleep and sex. Each wore robes, with nothing underneath, feeling very comfortable with each other. Suzanne’s body felt electric. It hummed with satisfaction and desire. She hoped Brian felt the same way.

Brian took a sip from the china cup. “Thanks,” he said. “It was great.” Suzanne thought he meant more than the coffee.

She smiled. “Yeah.” A dreamy look came to her face.

“So I guess what they say is true.”

“What’s that?”

“Lightning does strike twice.”

She nearly choked on her coffee.

“I think there was some thunder too,” he added.

For a moment, Suzanne became embarrassed, recalling her vocal responses to Brian’s lovemaking. “I’ve never thought of myself as a screamer before,” she said slyly.

“This is the perfect place for that. No one around for miles.”

“It is beautiful here.” To Suzanne, Motel 6 would have been beautiful if Brian was there.

“After breakfast, we can go for a walk. There are paths that lead all through the forest, such as it is.”

“Looks to be a warm day. Should be perfect.”

“You know, the best way to explore is, um…” Suddenly, he seemed embarrassed.

“What?”

“Naked,” he said, grinning.

“You want to walk around the island naked? What about mosquitoes?”

“They don’t come out here. Too far from shore, I guess. Besides, mosquitoes hate mornings.”

“Well, I guess it might be okay…” She paused. “After last night and this morning, I’m probably safe from being attacked, hmmm?”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” He winked.

“How can you? I mean…” Suzanne couldn’t imagine he could make love again.

“Well, you’re probably right about that—you wore me out pretty good there. But I still want to.” He came to her and hugged her to him. “I wonder why that is.”

Suzanne felt good in his arms. “I don’t know—I guess I’m just so gosh-darned attractive, huh?”

“Yeah. That’s it. And modest too.”

She laughed. “Well, if cuddling is good enough for you, it’s great for me. You probably knew that about women, didn’t you?”

“What? That they’re great cuddlers? Yeah, I knew. Come on.” He took her by the hand and led her down the hallway to the bedroom. He stripped off her robe and pulled back the covers.

“You know, it’s funny,” she said, slipping under the covers.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“When I packed, I made sure to include my vibrator, in case you decided not to make love to me. I was so pent-up, I don’t think I could’ve gone all weekend without getting laid, even if it was by a poor substitute to a real man.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t?”

“Well, you’ve been more than a gentleman, that’s for sure. I was beginning to wonder if I just wasn’t attractive to you.”

He laughed. “That’s why men won’t ever understand women. We think you’re all ‘good girls’ who don’t want to be rushed but in reality, you’re naughty little sluts who just want to get fucked.”

The strong language only excited Suzanne more. She watched as he opened his robe. His cock stirred, as if the “Little Men” were in there mightily throwing switches and opening valves to no avail.

Brian noticed her gaze and looked down at his soft cock. “Hang on,” he said and turned toward the suitcases. He began rummaging through Suzanne’s. “Ah hah!” He held up her vibrator in victory.

Suzanne blushed. “Hey, I wasn’t—”

He held up his free hand. “Never fear. I’m not insulted. It’s only a temporary solution, until Mr. Big here wakes up from his little nap.” Suzanne giggled.

He jumped on the bed, vibrator held high, causing her to squeal and pretend to try to get away. “No! Not that! Please don’t throw me in that briar patch!”

“Methinks the lady protests too much.” He flicked on the switch. The vibrator hummed to life. Suzanne, like Pavlov’s dogs, instantly found herself wet. Brian brought it down between her legs and pressed it to her pussy. She gasped and spread her legs for him. He rotated the tip around in her juices, making sure it was coated before he began to ease it into her.

To Suzanne, it was beyond intimate. She never expected Brian to be so free and natural about their lovemaking. It was as if he was reading her mind as they went, knowing just what aroused her the most. He was a nasty lover and a perfect gentleman, all wrapped into one. An ideal man.

When the buzzing toy touched her, she shivered in anticipation. She knew she could come again, despite being well satiated by this amazing man. She knew she could do anything with him without embarrassment. She abandoned herself to her feelings and allowed the first of several orgasms to rock through her.

After forty minutes, Suzanne begged Brian to stop. She couldn’t take any more. “Please, I’m limp, I’m exhausted. I need to rest my sore little pussy.”

He grinned and pulled away, tossing the vibrator onto the other side of the bed. “Looks like my job is done.”

She reached out to touch his semi-erect cock. “But what about you?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll get mine. Later. But I promised you a tour of my island. Come one, let’s shower up and go.”

Afterward, Brian and Suzanne returned to the kitchen, where they shared another cup of coffee. “You hungry?” he asked.

“Starving. And I’m not normally a breakfast person. I wonder what’s gotten into me?”