“Such a strange species to find in a river too—a dolphin.”
The lock in the door clicked loudly. “Dolphin?” she asked. I could hear she was right behind the door.
“I know, right? Strange. I was totally surprised, and what was even stranger was that it was motorized. Want to see it?”
The door flung open and she stood in front of me in a gown.
“Give it to me!” She stuck her hand out forcefully.
I took the dildo out my pocket, held it up and waved it about in the air. “This what you want?”
“STOPIT! What are you—” She grabbed me by the arm, pulled me into her room and slammed and locked the door behind her.
“It’s, it’s . . .” She stared at it open-mouthed and then snatched it away from me and threw it at her bag. It missed, hit the floor, and then turned on again. It vibrated so hard, it started to snake round the floor in circles.
“Shit!” She jumped for it and desperately tried to turn it off. “This thing won’t go off!” She began hitting it against the wall, over and over again, but it persisted.
“Pass it here.” I held out my hand.
“I’m not passing it to you.” She bent down and started beating it on the floor now. I knelt, pulled it out of her hands, and turned it off.
“How did you do that?” she asked, a little sweaty from the exertion of bashing her dildo against the wall and floor.
“The button needs to be pushed in twice to turn it off.”
She snatched it back from me and shoved it back into her bag.
“Well, not that I need to know that, since it’s not mine and I’m certainly not using it.”
“Then why was it on when I caught it in a fishing net?”
She glared at me, face going red for a moment, and then I saw something change in her eyes. She stood up straight and pushed her shoulders back.
“So what if it’s mine!” She was clearly taking a different tack now and I smiled. “Nothing wrong with it being mine.”
“I never said there was.”
“I am not ashamed of the fact I pleasure myself!”
“And so you shouldn’t be. You are a very, very sexy, sensual woman, and you should . . .” I stepped closer to her. “Pleasure yourself whenever and wherever you want to.”
“Exactly!” She folded her arms across her chest and the gown pulled open a little, a sliver of red lace flashed at me and my crotch twitched. God, it was hot enough imagining her clenching around a dildo in here all alone, but in red lacy lingerie? My mind was officially blown. That image was almost too much to handle.
“How was it?” I asked.
“How was what?”
I looked down at her bag and then back up to her. “Better than me?”
Something flashed across her face. A strange wash of emotions that ended in something that I recognized as defiance. “Amazing!” she said too quickly.
“Amazing?”
“Waaaay, waaaay better than you.”
I stepped closer and eyed her up and down. “I seriously doubt that.”
“Stop it.” She pushed me back. “Stop flirting with me. Just stop it!”
