Kimmie ends her long-running serial, "Dirty Little Secret," in a satisfying way. If you've been waiting for the heroine to take a good look at this unappealing man and seize control of the situation--you'll be happy with how she does it. Personally, I got annoyed with this gal. Then I realized that Kimmie is teaching us a lesson: Women do give away their power to men who are not all that.
Have you been there? This is the conclusion for you.
Next week Kimmie returns to the short erotica format she does so well. But remember: all the chapters of "Dirty Little Secret" stand alone. You don't need to start from one and work up. Dip in anywhere and enjoy a quickie with a dominant man you wouldn't want to be your dinner companion.
Dirty Little Secret, the end
She loved the feel of his fingers gripping her leg. The heat of his body against hers on the cozy booth seat and the light tickle of the table cloth on her naked thighs turned her nipples into tiny points. The danger of how close he was to being as nasty as they had ever been together made her blood pulse so hard that she could hear it. She loved the idea of how far he might try to push her.
She didn’t love the audience.
The threat of him getting nasty was one thing, but the reality of going any further in the dining room of a restaurant was another. She didn’t know what he was planning at that moment, but she knew that there was no way she could sit at that table any longer. If they were somewhere else, anywhere else, she thought, a private place where she could concentrate on her desire instead of the hundreds of other eyes in the room...
Eyes sparkling, she put her hand on top of his, on top of those thick fingers that were squeezing the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. She leaned into him and whispered, “Meet me in the ladies room.” She pushed his hand off her leg and tugged her skirt down. Grabbing her bag, she stood up and walked toward the restrooms.
She felt as daring and reckless and nervous as she had that first night when she’d asked him if he was going to kiss her. Would he follow her? Would he not? She didn’t know and it didn't matter. She’d either have a bathroom stall to herself or would share it with him – either way, she was going to enjoy herself.
She walked to the large stall at the end, gently closing the door behind her. She wiggled out of her panties and stuffed them in her purse. The silky swish of her skirt against her bare bottom gave her chill . She swayed back and forth as she stood there waiting, letting the material glide lightly against her skin. She ran her hands up her stomach to her neck, squeezing her breasts in the V-shape between her upper and lower arms. How long should she wait?
The main door opened. She heard heavy footsteps across the floor and then softly, her name.
She locked the door behind him. She didn’t know how much time they had before their food arrived at the table. She slid his pants down to his knees and pulled his cock into her mouth. He leaned back against the wall, holding on to the metal handrail. It took only moments to get him as rock-hard as she wanted. She reached one hand out for the condom, rolling it on with her mouth.
She stood up, hiking her skirt to her waist. She grinned wickedly at him, noting his flushed face with satisfaction, and turned, showing him her ass. He reached out to grab it, but before he could get there, she backed up into him hard, grinding it into his crotch.
She moved against him, relishing the feel of his erection rolling back and forth over her ass. She reached one arm behind her, pulling his head over her shoulder so his ear was close to her lips.
She threw herself forward, clutching the handrail on the opposite side of the stall. He grabbed her hips and slid straight into her. Oh god yes, that was exactly what she wanted. She let go of her skirt so she could reach down between her legs. He slammed her so hard that it was all she could do to hold on to the bar with one hand and her clit with the other, but that was all she needed.
A week later, he had to move.
“I thought I had told you,” he said. She was sitting on his couch in the spot where he had first held out his hand to her. She half-listened to him rattle on about his new job and responsibilities in a rote kind of way that made her think he must have told quite a few other people already.
As he talked, her mind wandered back through their time together, along her journey of orgasms. He had made her feel so amazing that first night and so many nights since then. He had given her a wonderful gift. He had introduced her to parts of herself she hadn’t known.
She knew now, though, especially in the time since that night in the restaurant ladies room. It was such a little thing, inviting him to join her there, but it had flipped a switch in her head. That night, she realized that she wasn’t a passive part of this amazing sex. She was an active player. Her orgasm journey had just begun.
She stood up in front of him and held out her hand. He took it, looking at her quizzically.
Smiling, she led him up the stairs.
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