A Kink in Her Tails (21 page)

She watched him, her body singing from his touch.

“Skip the underwear, why don’t you?”

His eyes flashed with all the mischief she loved, and her pussy twitched in response.

The next minute he was gone.

* * * * *

It would have been a real deal-clincher for any producer of hard-core sex toys. It also could have probably sold for at least $19.95 on the Internet.

She couldn’t say what had inspired her to set up her digital camera for the shoot with Brian as well as her 35mm, but she had. And she was looking at the results.

And my God they were turning her on.

She knew that the 35mm ones would have a whole bunch of usable prints, judging by these. Which would be an excellent thing, because she wasn’t sure if she could go through this again and again and again until they got the right shot. The 35mm had been positioned to get the maximum exposure of the costumes and the toys. The bodies inside them were incidental. Which was exactly the way it was supposed to be. Use the sex to sell the product.

From her digital cam, however, the view had been something else. It had caught the expression on Brian’

s face just before he’d slapped her buttock.

Joy, anticipation, sexual excitement, they were all there. She could crop out his face alone and have an ad campaign that would drive women wild. “How to Make Your Man Lust for You.” Then, the look on his face as he did it again. Even more tension, a deeper intensity, which had ratcheted itself up about ten notches. His face had begun to flush, his cock huge against her whiteness.

And he’d freed himself as he reached for the whip.

She admired the series of shots that showed his every muscle as he wielded the little whip with skill and accuracy. She couldn’t even remember it touching her, but she was looking at the evidence that showed that it had.

Then he’d ripped her thong off and they’d lost control.

She saw her buttocks move, her legs widen.

She saw him sheathing himself.

And the final shot was of Brian, muscles rock hard and clenched, buried to the hilt in her body.

His head was thrown back, his eyes closed and he was grinning wildly.

It was primeval, pagan in a way, and she felt her juices running just looking at the still images.

God, she’d better develop the 35mm ones herself. If there were any on that roll remotely resembling these, she’d never live it down.

A nasty little whisper crept into her mind. “
They’d think you were cradle snatching, wouldn’t they
?” She looked objectively at the shots. If she hadn’t known who was buried underneath the mounds of hair, there would have been no real clues that it was a young man fucking an older woman. It wasn’t like there was lots of loose skin hanging around. What there was was tight and firm.

Now.

But what about years from now? What about when he turned forty, looking even more fabulous than he did today, and she was nearing the big 5-0?

Why was it that men were allowed to age gracefully and retain their sexual appeal, while women had to deal with bags, sags and wrinkles? Adele wanted to howl.

It wasn’t fair. She wanted Brian, with every single cell in her body, her heart, and her very soul. But she knew she couldn’t take him. Couldn’t condemn him to a life with a woman who would age like that damn portrait of Dorian Gray, while Dorian himself stayed handsome, sexy, and appealing forever.

She was too old for kids. That was a given. She didn’t want them, anyway. They were nice, and she was happy for other people when they had them, but somehow that maternal cuddle-gene thing that made her friends ooh and ahh over a soft bundle of gurgles had bypassed her completely.

That was another reason she had to turn away from what Brian was offering. It would be best.

For him, definitely. He deserved a wonderful life and a partner he could be proud of—for years to come.

And a family. More beautiful boys with his blue eyes.

For her, because if she didn’t, she’d hurt more than she could possibly imagine. And Adele knew she didn’t need to be a psychic to recognize the potential for pain in this situation.

She’d managed the last forty-one years without Brian in her bed. She could manage the next forty-one.

The only decision left was whether to tell him before or after he took her up the ass and opened the gates to heaven.

Oh hell. She deserved something out of all this.

Adele turned off the monitor and went to get ready for Eve’s wedding.

Eve Bentley married Simon Austen quietly, beautifully and romantically, on a spring afternoon in the presence of a select group of their mutual friends.

The sun shone, the birds sang, and Adele had a really hard time taking a bad photograph of anyone, let alone the glowing bride and groom.

Trusting that their guardian angel wouldn’t let them down, Eve and Simon had booked the outside gardens that backed up to the apartment building for their reception, and never had this delightful walled oasis of horticulture looked lovelier.

Simon had explained to Adele that the lot was not large enough to obtain a building permit when the original structure had been erected. That was the kind of information that architects had at their fingertips.

It didn’t explain why he was wearing a small tiepin in the shape of a flogger.

Adele allowed herself a little private grin over that one.

But she enjoyed the arbors and trellises that had been created over the past years by tenants of the building and other garden club members. Now the gardens were in demand for outdoor functions such as this, photographs for the garden club journal—some of which Adele herself had provided, although flowers weren’t exactly her forté—and they gave the chance for apartment-bound urban types to enjoy the occasional bee.

Bees were to be enjoyed by choice, decided Adele as she swatted one away from her wedding cake.

Not by necessity.

Brian was sitting next to her, idly twirling a branch of wisteria. The fragrance from the soft purple flower heads was overwhelming and she inhaled.

“God, it’s incredible, isn’t it?” She nodded at the flower in his hand. “I’ve smelt the perfumes but nothing comes close to the original.”

Brian smiled at her and stroked her cheek with the blossom. “Very true. The originals are priceless. Can’

t be duplicated. Imitated maybe, but never duplicated.” He tucked a few flowered strands into her hair.

His eyes were brilliant blue in the sunlight and Adele thought again how proud she was to be with
him.

That annoying gremlin of self-doubt reminded her that he might not feel the same, of course, seeing as she was such an old bat and ugly to boot.

She sighed, and did her best to suppress that gremlin. Just for today.

“Adele…” He leaned forward and brushed her ear with his lips. He smelled of cologne and wine and man and she found herself salivating. “Did you leave off the underwear?”
Zingggg
. Her clit jumped excitedly and her whole lower body tightened at his words.

“Ssshhh.” Simon was about to say something, which was excellent because she didn’t know how to answer Brian’s question. To say yes was to admit that she was prepared for a long night of wild sex with him. Which sort of went against the whole
I’m a woman and therefore a mystery, figure me out
kind of thing she’d been raised to believe.

To say no, was to lie.

Simon tapped on his glass, and Brian leaned back in his chair, putting his arm around Adele and sliding it down to her waist.

The devil. He was checking for VPL. Damn him. When he didn’t find any Visible Panty Lines, he’d know. And she’d know he knew, and she’d start getting real wet and real embarrassed and do something very stupid like drag him off behind the azaleas and have her way with him.

She fidgeted. The bastard grinned.

Simon spoke, although what he said went in one of Adele’s ears and right out the other. Her entire focus was on Brian’s hand as it gently stroked around her waist, her thigh, her hip, just an easy absent move that nobody would notice.

Nobody except her, that is.

The one who was developing such an enormously raging case of lust that she figured her earlobes were going to light up any second.

Oh. Simon and Eve were off, leaving on their honeymoon.

Adele sighed. Lucky them. What she wouldn’t give for a week in the sunshine with…yeah, with Brian.

Rubbing sunscreen all over her naked body. Hell, skip the sunscreen. Rubbing himself all over her naked body.

She stood, just because everyone else was.

Then Eve was in front of her, eyes filled, smile brighter than the sun. “Adele.” She hugged Adele tight, sniffling a little.

“No crying, sweetie. This is the happiest day for both of you and I know there’ll be lots more.” Eve grinned. “Yeah, me too. God, I’m so lucky.” She leaned over to whisper to Adele. “And from the look on Brian’s face, you’re gonna be smiling later too.”

Adele astounded herself by blushing. Then she noticed Eve’s earrings. Little tiny floggers sparkled from dangling hoops.

“You two and your floggers,” she giggled, flicking one of the earrings.

“Yeah,” drawled Eve. “My God, Matilda’s getting her exercise. Did I tell you Simon went and ordered his own? Matilda has a mate. Ed.”

Adele burst out laughing. “Oh goodie. What you gonna do, breed them and get furry ticklers?” Eve snickered. “Don’t you dare laugh. If it hadn’t been for you…” Her eyes filled again.

“Yeah, yeah. Go find that hubby of yours before some woman decides he’s fair game and hits on him.

He’s way too handsome for his own good.”

Brian came up to the couple with a rose in his hand. “For the beautiful bride.” He smiled, passing the pink flower over to her.

“Awww, sheeeeit, Brian. You smooth talker you,” grinned Eve.

“Ready babe?” Simon was there, arm around Eve, grinning even more widely than his new bride.

“Yep. We’re gone, boys and girls. Don’t let the food go to waste.” And with a smile, a hug, and a quickly brushed away tear, Eve and Simon left on their honeymoon, taking much of the afternoon’s excitement with them.

It was less than an hour later that Brian and Adele were alone in her apartment.

Looking at each other and letting the tension build between them.

Adele felt the door behind her, cool and hard, and watched Brian in front of her. Hot and hard. His eyes had started to burn as they’d made their farewells, and although he hadn’t touched her in the elevator, she could feel the waves of desire rolling off him and crashing over her.

Now, he was on fire.

And so was she.

His hands reached for his tie, pulling it loose and tossing it away from him. “Nice wedding”.

Her hands pulled her shoes away from her feet and tossed them to one side. “Yeah. The best.” His jacket followed her shoes and his hands pulled his shirt free of his pants, slipping the buttons open in a single motion.

Adele reached behind her for her zip and tugged, letting the fabric of her bodice loosen around her.

Brian’s shirt disappeared and his pants clung to his hips in a last ditch effort to stay up.

Adele’s dress fell to the floor, leaving her standing in her lacy bra and a small half-slip.

Brian licked his lips and Adele felt their movement deep in her cunt.

“Now, Brian,” she whispered, watching as he grabbed a condom from his pocket and tossed his pants aside. His briefs followed.

He threw the packet to her and without even thinking she caught it.

“Do it for me, honey, please?” The quiet demand echoed off the walls of the foyer.

“Here?” Adele wanted to make absolutely sure she got everything straight between them. Especially that wonderfully luscious cock of his.

“Right here.”

“Okay.” Adele swallowed, ripping the foil packet open. Brian’s cock jerked at the sound, as if to make sure she knew exactly where she was supposed to be putting it.

She knew.

Carefully, tenderly, and slowly, she unrolled the latex down over Brian’s rigid arousal, making sure to touch and brush and fondle every bit of him that she could on her way to completing her chore.

The occasional hitch in his breathing told her she was doing a pretty good job of keeping him on his toes.

So to speak.

As she finished, his hands freed her breasts from her bra and began to caress them.

She looked up to see him watching the movement of his hands on her nipples. Seeing his vibrant blue eyes focused on her breasts as he touched her was incredibly erotic and sent a bolt of excitement shimmering through her nerve endings.

He leaned in and kissed her.

It was all over but the screaming.

Brian felt her lips soften under his and reined in his hunger. He wanted to devour her whole, starting at the top and not finishing until they were both melted puddles of desire on the hardwood flooring.

Instead, he pressed his body into hers, rubbing his chest against her breasts, his sheathed cock against the silk of her little slip.

With a muttered exclamation he reached down and pulled the slip up and away from her heat, freeing her to take his cock against her smooth mound.

She moaned into his mouth, tongue sliding and twisting within, head moving, seeking the perfect angle for their blending.

Her arms reached for him, just as he slid his hands behind her and filled them with her buttocks.

Their chests were crushed together, her breasts squished against him, nipples digging into his muscles and making his own harden as his desire rose.

He could smell her, hear her little whimpers as she wriggled in his arms, hunting for her satisfaction, her pleasure, her goal.

Him.

She lifted one leg, rubbing the soft flesh of her thigh against him. Telling him in very clear terms what she wanted.

He was more than ready to give it to her.

“Put your legs around me and hold on tight,” he rasped, breath coming quickly now from lungs that seemed full of her fragrance, her warmth, and the scent of the wisteria that she still wore in her hair.