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insist he see it, almost a challenge to him to take a look, a dare to keep looking down on her once he’d seen it.
    Just a drink later, and they were in the midst of a quickie, and then a blowjob. And now, she was bent over the furniture like some kind of a complete whore while a man she didn’t know positioned himself to start another round in what was shaping up to be a marathon session of sex. It was foreign and surreal. Jamie couldn’t say exactly the last time she’d slept with a man, but she knew it would be measured in months, and a lot of them. She hadn’t intended to sleep with Brandon, but the moment had been perfect, and once they’d kissed there was no stopping them. It had been sexy and sweet and hard and fast and wonderful, and she could still taste him, could almost feel his cock in her mouth. Jesus, Jamie, you really are becoming a total slut!
    She decided she could live with the label. Ultimately, she’d been without for a very, very long time, and as far as she was concerned, she deserved the sex. She deserved the orgasms. She deserved this stranger, this man she’d known for only hours but had still seen and felt climax. Fuck, he came in my mouth! She’d read somewhere about clubs, entire establishments set up just to have casual sex with strangers. She certainly didn’t consider herself the type of a woman to do such a thing, but no amount of self-examination was going to change the fact that her body was bent over and her ass was up in the air and on display for the man behind her.
    She felt a bit of empowerment, even bent over. She knew her ass was one of her best assets. Sometimes it could look a bit large, but in this position, she knew it was a delicious apple and Brandon would love nothing more than to take a bite. She smiled at the feel of his hands on her, thrilled at the absolutely dirty and delicious sluttiness of the whole situation, and thought oddly of peaches though she was from Arkansas and not Georgia. She turned back and smiled her crooked half smile at the man she’d known for hours and not days and asked, “Are you planning to get to it, or are you just enjoying the view.”
    He looked bashful for a moment, as if the forwardness of the comment surprised him, but he recovered enough to say, “It’s a lovely view, and I’m quite happy to enjoy it a bit longer, thanks.” She smiled and turned her head back around, focusing on a cabinet directly in front of her filled with Russian Nesting Dolls. She smiled as she considered that someone crafted those dolls and expected them to be admired for their artistic merit, and yet she looked at them with her ass up, her body bent over, and with a desperate longing for Brandon to just get on with it. God! She was bent over for him! Why the hell was he hesitating?
    Oh God! I’m fucking bent over like a cheap whore! A wave of embarrassment starting in the pit of her stomach washed up and over her body and heated her face where a wave of shame crashed over it and fill her with sudden anxiety. She wasn’t the type of woman to pick up a man on the street and take him up. She didn’t give strangers from bars the chance to fuck her. What the hell was she doing. It was fine. It was understandable. She’d been lonely, had neglected her physical needs for some time, so it was perfectly understandable, but it was time to end it, to go back to being a responsible academic, a leading expert in her field. She took a deep breath, counted to three silently, and turned her head to speak.
    “Fuck! Oh lord, fuck me! Jesus!” She giggled at the way she’d instantly lost all shame when Brandon suddenly filled her. Evidently, he’d enjoyed the sight of her ass long enough. Ten more seconds, bub, and you would have been ass out of luck. His thrusts were hard, fast; but there was deliberateness to them, and she imagined that had something to do with the course of the evening so far. The desperation, the urgency, and the need for release was already