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The hotel's shower was small, but it would get the job done. It was large enough for us both to stand, even though we were pressed together a bit. I wasn't going to complain about having her tight little body pressed so close to mine. I was still hard, but I knew she had to get back to her daughter, so I focused instead on the shower.
I lathered up the wash cloth with the body wash, and started on her chest, my movements slow and deliberate. I moved over her body, gently washing her skin with the soap, her hair wet and falling around her face. I slid my hands down between her thighs with the wash cloth, taking a little more time and care, and she let out a small groan, smiling wide at me.
She grabbed the cloth from my hand and said, “My turn.”
Adding a little more soap to the cloth, she began washing my chest and down the front of me. Her hands moved over my body and, sliding all the way down to my erection. She gave me another wry smile as her hand and the cloth wrapped around it the length of my hard prick. She started cleaning me, moving the cloth up and down my hard rod, the soap making it glide easily across my skin. She gripped the base of my shaft tight, giving me a little squeeze, and drew a long, shuddering breath from me.
She surprised me a moment later, when she dropped to her knees in front of me, letting the water rush over my body and clean the soap away. Lowering her head, she took the tip of my cock into her open mouth, and when her tongue circled the head of my prick, my knees almost buckled.
There was a smile on her lips and a mischievous glint in her eyes as she moved her mouth down the length of my cock, teasing me with her tongue, her hands now washing my balls. I leaned against the back wall, completely surprised by all of this – and enjoying every second of it.
Her beautiful, black hair was moving up and down as she sucked my cock, her gray eyes tilted upward to stare at me as she did it, to watch me watching her as she sucked me off. I ran my hand through her wet hair, admiring just how gorgeous she was with her red lips surrounding my shaft, holding onto it tightly. She worked her hand and mouth up and down my cock, pumping and sucking it hard, like she had something to prove. The sensations came crashing down over me, leaving me almost breathless.
“Oh God,” I groaned. “Fuck, baby. Yes.”
, Having my cock in her mouth was such an amazing feeling that I was already close to blowing my load. Piper did that to me, she had always been so good at getting me off. She'd always known just what buttons to push to drive me absolutely crazy.
Our chemistry always made everything between us hot as hell, and she was my first love. Practically, my first everything. Sometimes, I thought she would be my only love, and staring down at her, I realized it would be so easy to fall in love with her all over again.
She sped up the movements of her mouth, her tongue flicking along the side of my shaft. She wanted to make this fast, and she was doing a damn good job too. With my hands in her hair, I pushed her down, but not too far. She tightened her lips harder around my cock, and that was it.
I cried out, exploding in her mouth as a rush of pleasure overtook me.
“God, yes,” I groaned.
She took every last drop of my hot seed down her throat and continued staring up at me with her wide, innocent eyes as she pulled my cock from her perfect lips. She swallowed my whole load down, a small smile curling the corners of her mouth.
Wiping her mouth, she stood up and pressed those lips to me. “Please tell me you'll see me again,” I said, pressing my forehead to hers.
“I'd love that, Shane,” she said, brushing her lips along my cheek. “But for now, I really need to get home.”
“I know,” I said.
I hated to see her leave but knowing this wasn't the last time I was going to see her helped a lot. Maybe, this would be our second chance at love after all.
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The day was hot, though not as stifling as it had been lately. With the pack slung over my shoulders, I pedaled down the street toward the meeting spot. I could take my car but decided that biking it was easier. Plus, it was less risky – few people noticed a guy on a bike, but a beater of a car might stick out in their minds a little bit.
Maybe I was just being paranoid, but I wasn't about to take any unnecessary chances. Not with so much on the line.
Things had been going pretty well. Tim had a seemingly unending supply of work for me. Apparently, Walter, for as small as it was compared to other, bigger cities, had a lot of people with a drug habit. Not that I was going to complain – the money was great.
I stopped beneath a tree on the sidewalk and took a drink of water, double-checking the address. A small wave of trepidation ran through me when I realized how close it was to Piper's shop. The convenience store sat on a small lot that abutted a strip mall where I was supposed to meet Tim’s clients.
They were new customers and I guess, didn't trust Tim enough yet to give him their address. I worried that they were cops trying to set me up, but Tim had assured me he'd vetted them enough to know they weren't. He may look like a slacker, but when it came to his business, Tim made sure to be careful.
I was pretty sure Piper was working, which made me nervous, but also glad I used my bike to make these runs – she would have recognized my car in a heartbeat. I glanced at my watch out of habit – or maybe just as a way of stalling a little bit longer – I had more than enough time to get to the parking lot.
I didn't want to cycle by the front of her convenience store though. Didn't want to risk her seeing me. So, I pedaled around an extra block, so I could approach the parking lot from the other side – well away from the front windows of the C&S.
I saw the car parked in a spot under the sign that held all of the business placards for the shops in the strip mall. It was parked well away from all of the other cars and two guys were inside. I pedaled up and came to a stop at the front of the car, leaning my bike against the metal sign pole.
The two men got out and a touch of nervousness rippled through me. Both guys were older than me and were big – well over six feet – and they seemed as thick as they were tall. One guy had a short buzz cut and the other was completely bald. The bald guy had a long, bushy beard, and Buzz Cut had a neatly trimmed goatee. They looked so similar, they could have been brothers.
They came around and both leaned against the front quarter panel of the car, staring daggers through me.
“Which one of you is Aaron?” I asked.
