She’s a virgin vixen.
I want to punish her. I want to please her. But most of all, I’m determined to give her tonight.
“How do I throw it?” She takes a terrible first experimental swing that would have sent the bowling ball flying into the wall had she actually let it go.
“Not like that,” I chuckle, walking the short space between us and lining myself up behind her. My cock is very conscious of her bare bottom only inches away. But if I’m to master her, I can certainly master myself.
It doesn’t mean I won’t remind her of what’s between us.
So I lean over from behind, my breath in her ear. “Start by standing like this.” I straighten her up so she’s facing the pins. “And hold the ball like this, nice and loose and ready to release.”
I reach around to help her rearrange the ball and her breath hitches. I smile and stroke her wrist with my thumb as I pull back.
“Good. Just like that,” I murmur, my breath making the hair by her ear flutter. And yes, I do enjoy the shiver I feel go down her spine in response.
“Now what?” she asks, her voice slightly breathy.
“Well, you’re right-handed, so you step with this leg,” I slide my hand down from her waist to her left hip until my hand is settled on the outside of her left thigh. “And then swing with this arm.”
My arm braced behind hers, together we take a practice swing. “And see those little arrows on the lane down there?”
I point to the marks on the floor and she nods. “Those are guides. If you aim for the fourth one over, you can get a strike. Going for the one in the middle will give you a split.”
She nods, biting her bottom look, looking adorably concentrated. “I wanna try.”
“Go ahead, baby.”
I step back and sit on the bench. “Remember to face the pins. If your body is tilted even the littlest bit, that’s the way the ball is going to go when you release it.”
She turns and makes a face at me. “I got it, Mr. Know It All.”
I smirk and gesture for her to continue. She gives several practice swings before finally releasing the ball. It rolls about two feet before landing in the gutter and moving slowly, very slowly down the lane.
Daphne stomps her foot. “I want to go again. That wasn’t— I just lost my grip before I was ready!”
“Of course you did, baby,” I humor her. “Don’t worry. The ball’s coming right back.”
I had a new mechanism installed when I inherited the place so her ball returns up the shoot quickly and she’s up again, glaring down the lane. She does make an attempt to square up her body parallel to the pins, but at the last second she twists diagonally and the ball ends up right back in the gutter.
She throws her hands up and spins around, the hem of her sweater lifting to reveal a tantalizing amount of thigh.
She notices me looking and her annoyed expression fades. She comes towards me, the vixen expression back in her eyes. “Why don’t we do something more entertaining?” She tries to climb in my lap.
I laugh and grab her by the waist, depositing her on the bench beside me. “When was the last time you tried something you weren’t naturally good at the first time? No, no, this is quite entertaining enough. Plus, it’s my turn now.” I nip her on the lips and then pull back.
I grab my favorite ball and head towards the lane. I’ve spent more hours than I’d ever admit down here on endless lonely nights. I know the quirks of this lane and when I wind up and release, the ball flies out of my hand and down the lane. It explodes into the pins and they’re all knocked over.
Daphne jumps up and claps. “You got a— What do they call it? A knockdown?”
Fuck, she cracks me up. “A strike, baby. They call it a strike.”
She grins at me as she comes over, holding her ball to her stomach. “Okay, I wanna learn. I’ll be a good girl and listen.”
Does she know what those words do to me? I’m very tempted to toss away the bowling balls and take her up on her earlier offer, but the light sparkling in her eyes is too much to turn away from. Fun is a foreign concept to her, so I tell my dick to shut the hell up and together we go back to the lane.
The machine has reset all the pins and she lines up again, doing several experimental swings that would definitely have ended up as gutter balls if she’d let them loose.
We spend the next thirty minutes working on her form and she gets that familiar expression on her face like when she’s studying a hard problem she has to solve.
And when the first ball goes straight enough to actually make it all the way down the lane and actually strikes some pins, she whoops so loud and starts jumping up and down, I grin wider than I ever have maybe in my whole damn life.
This woman. This fucking woman.
I grab her up in my arms and kiss her. She swings her arms around my neck, which makes me immediately tense up but then her lips are on mine. Her cheek is mashed against the leather of my mask, but it’s like it’s not even there for her, she’s so eager to get at my mouth. As if I’m a whole man to her.
Gods, I want to devour her. And as much as I’ve been patient, she’s thrusting her groin against mine, lifting a leg to wrap around my ass to pull me into her…
But she’s touching me. Touching… She could feel, or if she—
I finally growl and grab her wrists, yanking them away from around my back. She’s startled and breathless and her leg drops.
Then I grab her around the waist and carry her the two feet to a smooth wood-paneled wall and thrust her up against it just like I dreamed of doing when we first walked in the room.
I hold her wrists above her head and kiss her and she keens underneath me, that one leg again coming up to snake around my thigh and urge me into her.
Who the hell was I kidding? Things can never just be PG between us.
I lift the bottom of her sweater and whip it off over her head.
Exposing her perfect, beautiful body and nipples so hard I have to have them in my mouth this fucking second.
I suckle her left nipple into my mouth even as my hand traces the same curves I caressed earlier. Down her hip to her outer thigh, but this time I massage around to her ass. So plump and round in my hand. It reminds me of how this sweet little ass peeked out at me every time she bent over to throw the ball.
I give a quick swat but that only makes her thrust her groin against mine again, seeking friction. It’s a good move because there’s certainly friction to be found, I’m so hard in my pants, I’m like a heat-seeking missile, solid and pointed straight towards her warm, slick pussy.
I know she’s slick because after I squeeze her luscious ass, I tease a finger between her thighs and she’s absolutely drenched for me. Dripping down her leg, even.
All I want is to open my pants and thrust inside her. To impale her against the wall and fill her with my cum. To mark her from the inside out as mine.
My cock pulses against her with the need. It would be so easy…and she wants it, if her whimpering, hip thrusting, and little breathy pleas are any indication.
But there’s so much she doesn’t— Can I really, when she still doesn’t even know—
Frustration bubbles over at my own indecision until I bark, “Down on your hands and knees.”
She pauses, definitely seeming startled by my sudden u-turn, but she’s a quick study because as soon as I let go of her wrists, she bends to the floor and takes position, so beautifully obedient, her peach-shaped ass upturned towards me.