Dogging In The Park
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by Brenda Williamson
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Julian's hot for his friend's sister, Tabitha, and the feeling is mutual. One dinner and they're ready to jump each other. Only Julian's a bit more reserved when it comes to where he wants to have sex with the vixen making all the moves. An old-fashioned fellow, especially in relationships, he's more than surprised when Tabitha wants to take him dogging-- a trend that involves a group of people having public sex. Tabitha's been hurt by love, and sexy Julian looks to be the cure for her wounded soul, but the temporary fix she wants gets out of hand when his emotions, and hers, begin to join. Running from his sappy sentiments seems a good choice, until Julian displays his heroics in protecting her against an old boyfriend. Then what's a girl to do to avoid commitment? Especially when she prefers dogging, and to Julian, more than two is a crowd.
eBook Publisher: Atlantic Bridge/Liquid Silver Books, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: December 2009
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [74 KB]
Reading time: 43-61 min.
Julian Devlet took a quick look at the steamy windows of the car sitting along the curb in the park. He noted the movement in the back seat. There was no guessing at what was going on by the way the car rocked. He'd spent a time or two in his teenage years doing the same thing, except he kept it private--in out of the way places, not in the public's line of sight.
Shaking his head, he sped up, hoping the shortcut kept him from being late for a dinner engagement. According to his watch, he hit the parking lot on time. He got out, shut the car door, and leaned to look at his reflection in the side view mirror. Flicking several locks of hair back, he ran his fingers through them, combing the strays into place. The romantic couple behind the foggy glass brought back memories of some good times. He still had the looks after ten years, just not the ambition to have sex, straddling a girl and a stick shift.
Julian walked toward the entrance of the upscale restaurant. All evening, getting showered and dressed made him nervous. This was a night unlike others. He made a decent living, but bills always managed to suck the cash from his grasp. Extracting his wallet, he checked the contents. If the money wasn't enough, there was always the credit card.
He went through the door and stopped in front of the hostess.
"Can I help you?" She smiled.
"I'm here to meet Derek Sutton."
"Right this way, sir."
He followed the woman, looking beyond her to see what his co-worker, Derek Sutton's sister looked like. Derek said this was just a casual thing, but he sensed a set up.
Julian stopped next to the table.
"Hey. There you are." Derek jumped up. "I was wondering if you might have changed your mind."
Julian glanced at Derek's sister. Her expression didn't give him a clue as to what her first thoughts were at seeing him. He felt he was attractive, and he certainly had the body. However, who knew what a woman wanted? He'd seen guys not up to par in the looks department date some beautiful ladies.
"Tabitha, this is Julian." Derek made the brief introduction to his sister, while waving at a waiter to come to their table.
"Hello, Tabitha." Julian took the hand she offered, giving it a firm, yet gentle shake. After letting go, he eased into the seat next to her.
She flashed him a warm, breathtaking smile. Her "hi" was an enchanting sound. The radiant glow in her green eyes gripped his attention.
Never having met any of Derek's family in the short time since they'd become friends, he had no idea how beautiful Tabitha was going to be when he agreed to the dinner.
When Tabitha glanced down at the menu that she opened, it left Julian helplessly gawking. While he never had trouble getting a date, girls like her, the prettier, the bossier were out of his range of interest. He preferred a less complicated life.
"What would you folks like to drink?" the waiter asked.
"I'll have iced tea," Derek announced.
Tabitha glanced at Julian and licked her lips. "I'll have the same. I need something tasty and wet on this scorching hot night."
"Yeah, me too," Julian croaked, spellbound by the vixen's sensual display.
His raspy voice cracked. Tabitha laughed--not a harsh, insulting sort of a sound, but rather a nervous giggle. He didn't believe for a minute she was apprehensive about meeting him. There had to be something else she found amusing.
The waiter left before Julian realized what he ordered. He didn't like tea. Something in Tabitha's green-eyed gaze had turned his brain to mush, especially when her tongue made a pass across her top lip. He would have ordered a beer, but watching her lick her lip led him to imagining dragging his tongue over any part of Tabitha's svelte body. It gave him a mega hard-on and he shifted on his chair to readjust the pressure of his balls in the tight fitting jeans.
Stealing another glance, he found her looking his way. He smiled, she smiled. Then she wet her bottom lip this time, and pulled it between her teeth. The movement was driving him crazy.
Tabitha resumed studying the menu. She had his full attention, and she knew it, so he scrutinized every detail of her features. Not a blemish marked her oval face. She had a perfect nose, gorgeous blue eyes, and a mouth he couldn't stop staring at or fantasizing about.
When her pink tongue peeked out from between her parted lips, his whole body heated another notch. She swished it around the rim of her mouth as if she were thirsty, forcing him to reach down and adjust the crotch of his jeans. She looked toward his movement.
Brazen was a lightweight word to describe Tabitha. While she made him nervous, a bit out of his league, it didn't stop his cock from jolting against the constraints of his pants. His mind took another deviant turn. If Tabitha were as agreeable as she obviously appeared to be, he'd be delighted to give her something to drink.
The waiter set a glass in front of him. He ignored the man, not wanting to miss a moment of checking out Tabitha. Initial meetings were all about first impressions. However, they were also very revealing about a person's character. Minutes into the casual dinner with a friend, he already liked Tabitha's personality, and began hoping he was being set up on a date with her.
She lifted an ice cube from her glass and rubbed it up and down her neck beneath her chin. "It's so hot tonight," she murmured. "Are you hot, Julian?"
Was he nodding too fast? And was it wrong to find her brazenness in front of her brother outrageously sexy?
"Hey." Derek nudged him. "What do want to eat?"
Your sister's pussy. Not paying attention, he didn't know if he voiced the thought aloud. His gaze flew to Derek's face for a reaction. His friend didn't bat an eye.
Julian took a deep breath, relaxing from the narrow escape of having his nose punched in. Sometimes, he had the best fantasies at the worst times. With Derek as a third wheel he didn't expect, he had to watch what he said and what he did.
"Oh, leave him alone, Derek. Maybe he needs more time to decide what he really wants to eat." Tabitha leaned toward Julian.
Without thought, he looked down into her blouse at the soft swells of the firm breasts she wet with her ice cube.
"Then I'll give you a few minutes." The waiter's annoyed grunt faded as he walked away.
Julian lifted his eyes and watched Tabitha's emerald irises twinkle brighter. She came closer. Had she read his mind? Were her words as suggestive as they sounded? Did she want him as much as he lusted for her?
She tapped the menu on the table in front of him. "It might help if you open this up, Julian."
He loved the sound of his name caressed by her voice. Picking up the menu, he selected the first thing he saw. Food was not as appetizing as the idea of licking every inch of Tabitha's pussy, lapping up the sweet cream he'd force to spill from between her thighs. Given half a chance, he'd savor every drop.
"All decided?" She batted her long lashes in that flirty way girls thought they had to do to get a guy's attention.
She had him captivated. "Uh-huh," he answered, the sound stuck partway.
"Good. There's this club I belong to and I don't want to be late." She scooted her chair closer to him and put a hand on his thigh. "You'd like to go, wouldn't you?"
Surprised by her forward move, he started his reply with a nod.
Her foot slid along the outside of his leg and stroked several times, making no mistake about her provocative actions up to that point.
"Sure." He lifted a brow at Derek's burst of laughter. "What? I like going to clubs."
"It ain't a nightclub she's talking about." Derek had a jokester's grin that made Julian suddenly wary.
"Oh?" He stared at his friend, wondering what was so damned funny.
"Tell me, Julian." Tabitha's hand rubbed dangerously close to the bulge his cock made in the pant leg she continued to run her fingers along. "You do like sex, don't you?"
Millions of nerves tingled throughout his tense body. "Um, yeah, sure." What kind of question was that? Was she serious? He actually waited for Derek to laugh hysterically.
"Then it's settled." Tabitha patted his leg and took her hand away.
He hated to see it go, but it was a good thing. At any moment, he was going to have an orgasm, and once started, there was no chance of retreating from the explosion. Not many women made him hot enough to cum in his pants.
Derek never expressed a "gotcha", so Julian had to assume Tabitha was on the up and up. Before he could ask questions about the club, the waiter returned with a basket of buttered rolls. He took their order for food and disappeared again.
"Mmmm, I love warm things in my mouth." Tabitha gave Julian a wink and smile.
She picked up a roll and took a large bite. The melted butter shined her lips and Julian watched her lick them clean. She made that whisking movement again with her tongue and he shuddered, imagining the tip swabbing the sensitive spot under the head of his cock.
"This is so good." She tilted toward him and held the roll to his mouth. "Try it."
He chomped into the bread without looking and nearly took off her finger.
She jerked her hand back. "Easy boy, we'll get you some real food."
She pushed the bread toward his mouth. He tried taking a small nibble. However, Tabitha shoved the whole thing in. Before he had the chance to chew, she rubbed his lips with her fingertips, wiping away the butter. Her touch lingered, gently moving as if she were an artist painting his lips.
He almost groaned when she pulled her hand away. Then she poked her finger into her own mouth. The exaggerated sucking sound she made pushed him toward choking when he tried swallowing the lump of bread.
Damn, she's sexy. He gulped the food down.
Throughout dinner, Julian watched her. He tried to act as if he didn't, and he appreciated the way she pretended not to catch him, but there was no way to resist her. Everything she did during the meal made him relate it to a sexual act. In some ways, he felt like a letch, a perv, a damn silly moron. When had his cool nature vanished? Had the geek in him finally emerged? Tabitha was making him a blithering idiot.
Derek did most of the talking, which was good. Anxious like an alley cat hunting for a mate, Tabitha's teasing rub of Julian's leg rendered him mute. Several times throughout dinner, she rested her hand on his thigh, raking the talons of her nails in a teasing closeness to his poor tortured cock.
He tried imaging what kind of club she planned to take him to where she needed to know if he liked sex. When the word bondage came up in the conversation between Derek and his sister, Julian gagged on the piece of steak he gulped down too fast. His eyes went wide and he stared at his plate. He could deal with kink, but who would be the one tied up?
"Are you all right?" Tabitha stood and patted him on the back.
"Fine," he wheezed.
"Here, take a drink." She picked up his glass and held it to his lips.
The tea burned going down, and he strained to squelch the start of another fit of coughing. Tabitha's concern really marked the dinner with a special moment. Beautiful, friendly, and not self-centered as he thought--she was worth getting to know. Losing his cool wasn't putting forth what he wanted her to think of him.
"Sit down," he wheezed hoarsely. "It was just a piece of meat going down the wrong way."