The Panty Whisperer: The Complete Series Read Online Free Page B
Author: Sloane Howell
my frustration. "Aww, are you afraid she's going to cheat on you in the parking garage?"
I cover my mouth and gasp. "She would never ."
Holly smiles and it sets me at ease a little. I love watching women genuinely laugh, especially those who take life far too seriously. She smiles and wraps her arm around the inside of mine as we walk to the table. Good. She's feeling more confident, more certain that hot, deprived pussy is going to be filled with this cock, instead of two fingers in a lonely bathtub.
Dinner is full of jokes and laughter. She orders a steak, medium-rare, and I want to bend her over the table to express my gratitude for her appreciation of meat. I love a woman who orders a steak and knows how it should be cooked. I had a date order a steak well-done once, and put ketchup on it. I never looked at her the same again.
The check comes and she tries to reach for it, a noble gesture on her part.
"If you want to hold my hand, all you have to do is ask." I smile.
I pull the check back over to me as her hand slides down mine. She blushes and sinks back in her chair.
"Sorry. I'm just used to picking up the bill."
"Jesus, what kind of guys do you date?" I stare at her like she's a strange looking insect.
"Homeless derelicts, apparently."
"So, tell me something about you. Something nobody knows." I lean in toward her.
"Oh, we're going to play that game?" She stares at me.
Who is this woman? Four hours ago she was an uptight dictator.
"I'm an adrenaline junkie. I went skydiving once and it was incredible."
"Do you do many exciting things?" I take a sip of water.
"No. I'm always at work. It's really all I do, if you couldn't tell." She laughs.
"You know what you need? A vacation, doing a bunch of daredevil shit." I smile.
"I don't have time—"
"Make time. You only get one shot at life. You work too hard. Make it count for something."
I have to use this to my advantage. I'm now on a mission to take her on a thrill ride, an erotic roller coaster of sorts. My heart races at the thought. "I have an idea. I'll be right back. Don't move."
I get up and head to the front of the restaurant. I have a buddy who works here, and I need a set of keys. Yes, it's all part of my plan.
When I return, I'm ducked down like some kind of secret agent. I lean over into Holly's ear. "Come on. I want to show you something."
Her eyes grow wide and she takes my hand.
We're riding up the hotel elevator, and the tension is already building in my stomach. Part of me wants to rip her dress off and pound her up against the wall. It's not a bad move. I've done it before. I have something much more exhilarating in store for her though.
We approach the 30th floor, and I tell her to close her eyes. She doesn't resist. The elevator door opens and I guide her down a hallway. I pull out the keys, open a door, and we step out onto the roof that overlooks the city skyline. She's not the first to visit this rooftop, but she is the first to receive this kind of treatment.
"Can I open my eyes yet?" Her hands shake, and my grin widens.
"No. Just wait. It'll be worth it."
She has no idea what she's about to experience. The sounds of cars rushing past rise to my ears and the urban smells grow intense with each wind gust that rushes between the buildings.
I walk her over to the edge of the rooftop. There's a small wall about three feet high on the edge of the building. She faces away from me, and I stare at her once more in her black dress. I have to get inside this woman.
Soon.
"Keep your eyes closed, and relax." It's more of a command than a request.
I breathe heavily in her ear, and exhale my warm breath down her neck and shoulder.
"What are you doing?" she whispers.
"Exactly what you want me to do. What you've wanted me to do all week."
"Oh really? What's that?" She giggles.
Her eyes are closed and her chin is tilted up as the night air rushes over our faces. I run my hand over her ass and pull up her dress, inching my
I cover my mouth and gasp. "She would never ."
Holly smiles and it sets me at ease a little. I love watching women genuinely laugh, especially those who take life far too seriously. She smiles and wraps her arm around the inside of mine as we walk to the table. Good. She's feeling more confident, more certain that hot, deprived pussy is going to be filled with this cock, instead of two fingers in a lonely bathtub.
Dinner is full of jokes and laughter. She orders a steak, medium-rare, and I want to bend her over the table to express my gratitude for her appreciation of meat. I love a woman who orders a steak and knows how it should be cooked. I had a date order a steak well-done once, and put ketchup on it. I never looked at her the same again.
The check comes and she tries to reach for it, a noble gesture on her part.
"If you want to hold my hand, all you have to do is ask." I smile.
I pull the check back over to me as her hand slides down mine. She blushes and sinks back in her chair.
"Sorry. I'm just used to picking up the bill."
"Jesus, what kind of guys do you date?" I stare at her like she's a strange looking insect.
"Homeless derelicts, apparently."
"So, tell me something about you. Something nobody knows." I lean in toward her.
"Oh, we're going to play that game?" She stares at me.
Who is this woman? Four hours ago she was an uptight dictator.
"I'm an adrenaline junkie. I went skydiving once and it was incredible."
"Do you do many exciting things?" I take a sip of water.
"No. I'm always at work. It's really all I do, if you couldn't tell." She laughs.
"You know what you need? A vacation, doing a bunch of daredevil shit." I smile.
"I don't have time—"
"Make time. You only get one shot at life. You work too hard. Make it count for something."
I have to use this to my advantage. I'm now on a mission to take her on a thrill ride, an erotic roller coaster of sorts. My heart races at the thought. "I have an idea. I'll be right back. Don't move."
I get up and head to the front of the restaurant. I have a buddy who works here, and I need a set of keys. Yes, it's all part of my plan.
When I return, I'm ducked down like some kind of secret agent. I lean over into Holly's ear. "Come on. I want to show you something."
Her eyes grow wide and she takes my hand.
We're riding up the hotel elevator, and the tension is already building in my stomach. Part of me wants to rip her dress off and pound her up against the wall. It's not a bad move. I've done it before. I have something much more exhilarating in store for her though.
We approach the 30th floor, and I tell her to close her eyes. She doesn't resist. The elevator door opens and I guide her down a hallway. I pull out the keys, open a door, and we step out onto the roof that overlooks the city skyline. She's not the first to visit this rooftop, but she is the first to receive this kind of treatment.
"Can I open my eyes yet?" Her hands shake, and my grin widens.
"No. Just wait. It'll be worth it."
She has no idea what she's about to experience. The sounds of cars rushing past rise to my ears and the urban smells grow intense with each wind gust that rushes between the buildings.
I walk her over to the edge of the rooftop. There's a small wall about three feet high on the edge of the building. She faces away from me, and I stare at her once more in her black dress. I have to get inside this woman.
Soon.
"Keep your eyes closed, and relax." It's more of a command than a request.
I breathe heavily in her ear, and exhale my warm breath down her neck and shoulder.
"What are you doing?" she whispers.
"Exactly what you want me to do. What you've wanted me to do all week."
"Oh really? What's that?" She giggles.
Her eyes are closed and her chin is tilted up as the night air rushes over our faces. I run my hand over her ass and pull up her dress, inching my
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