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her nipple
ring unimpeded, tugging and twisting the metal, making her nipple hard and the
desire to feel Jaime’s tongue toying with the ring more urgent. Would he take
it and her nipple into his mouth and suck the way she liked or dodge the ring
in a bid to taste her nipple only? She guessed that would depend on whether he
was scared of hurting her or not.
    Some people had preferred paying attention to only her right
breast because they didn’t want to risk doing something to the ring that might
injure her. No amount of assurances had gotten her left breast the tongue
action she’d desired. She hadn’t seen those partners again. Skittish lovers
annoyed her. She craved a man who knew what he wanted and exactly how he wanted
it. The same went for women. No hesitance or uncertainty.
    From her few conversations with Jaime, she pegged him as
such a man. She hoped she was right. Her pussy hungered for hard, fast and
full. There might be a little awkwardness at first. Not everyone was okay with
what they perceived to be adultery, but the neighborhood had already surmised
she was the type. It wasn’t since Dane knew, allowed it and had other sexual
partners also. They had an open marriage. Rumors from those too chicken to ask
wouldn’t paint it as such. Jaime must have heard the rumors and gossip, so
Naomie’s proposition, when she made it, shouldn’t surprise him that much.
    She moved her right hand down her belly, beneath her thong
and between her lower lips so she could slip her fingers over her throbbing
clit. Soft caresses. Not enough to excite or satisfy. Just idling the engine as
Dane liked to say.
    Her slick slit coated her fingers in liquid arousal in
seconds. Keeping her touch light turned out to be more difficult than she’d
thought it would. A little lower and she could stuff her fingers into her
channel and let her screams of pleasure call Jaime to her. There wouldn’t be
any question about the situation then. Just clothes being pulled out of the way
so he could replace her fingers with his dick.
    She nibbled her bottom lip as she trailed her fingers lower,
debating. Petting her clit—long, slow, even strokes—won out. Let Jaime finish
his work first. He prided himself on a job well done so his clients would recommend
the company he worked for.
    He moved to the backyard, pushing the mower along its
back-and-forth path, only stopping long enough to wipe his face or take a swig
of water. Her ran through the bottles she’d given him before he was half
through. Naomie saw that but didn’t move, didn’t stop what she was doing. She
let him come to her, let him get close to the glass back door so he could see
her fondling her body.
    Jaime’s gaze bounced between her breasts and the hand
between her legs. He couldn’t see what her fingers were doing, the front of the
thong hid it, but she was sure he could imagine. The bulge tenting the front of
his pants said he imagined just fine. He tapped his empty bottle against the
glass.
    Naomie released her breast first, pulling her hand free and
then holding her waist while she took her right hand out her shorts. Her
fingers were wet, obviously so. Thin lines of moisture connected her fore and
middle fingers like webbing. No denying what he saw, not that she was going to.
    She pushed off the island and went to the cupboard to get
three more water bottles, making sure to grab each with her right hand. Jaime
was grinning when she opened the door to him. “More water, right?”
    “Yeah. Thanks.” He flipped the bottle in his hand under his
arm so he could receive the ones she carried. Two he put in his cargo pants
pockets. The third he held tight, sliding his fingers over the wet spot Naomie
had left when she handled it. “So what are you doing exactly?”
    She plucked the empty bottle from under his arm and rubbed
the cap back and forth over her right nipple. Her lace top made a rasping noise
as the ribbing on the cap brushed it. Both sensations teased her nipple