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I’m also interested in drizzling that melting ice cream over your pussy before I lick your clit and sink my tongue into your milky cunt, slurping up your cum as my dessert.
Fuck. I’m a lovesick perv for you.
Anywho…
I shuffle again, covertly shaking my leg, willing my stiffie down. “The beach, I guess.”
She nods. “What about the beach interests you? The landscape? The wildlife?”
“The kids.” Naturally, it’s my next thought with her. Okay, fine, it’s my beastly urge. How lucky I’d be to make a bunch of babies with Vivian. “Or, I mean, you know, kids laughing at the beach. Not posing. But making sandcastles or chasing waves. My favorite is watching a baby eat a fistful of sand. It’s so fucking cute how we all gotta learn the lesson once.”
Her eyebrows tick up. Guess I’ve sounded the alarm on her biological clock:secret crush goals.
“So lifestyle photography,” she explains. “Or street photography, but on the beach. But we gotta be careful. Nothing will ruin your F3 faster than sand.” She frets for me, biting her lip.
Fuck, it’s sexy how she cares.
So don’t back out on me.
“It’s a risk I’ll happily take.” I rush. “Guess since it’s my job to watch people, I’ve often wished I had a camera. A legit one to capture an expression or a moment. I notice them all the time.”
“But why kids?” she asks, not realizing men have biological clocks, too, and mine’s ticking like Big Ben for her.
She grins. “I mean, I’d think a big guy like you would be into football or sports photography or?—”
“Been there, done that.” I lean on the doorjamb. “I played football for Clemson and have seen enough men’s asses in my face to last a lifetime.”
It works. I make her laugh. “That’s an image for sure.”
No, that’s my dirty dream. Vivian’s ass inmyface, licking it, teasing it, fucking it, and her sweet cunt. Every inch on her body, I want to please until the only tears she cries are orgasmic ones of ecstasy.
Not the miserable ones she hides.
Fuck this bullshit with her piece-of-shit husband. She’s almost divorced. She’s so giving to everyone else; she deserves a man who’d kill to make her happy.
“This Sunday?” I just need a chance. “It’s supposed to be overcast, but that’s better for shooting, right?”
She beams, proud of me. “That’s right. Have you been studying?”
Everything about you.
And I know you watch me too.
I catch Vivian out of the corner of my eye, smiling at me as I read. Makes my fucking heart flutter.
“I bought a few old photography books along with the camera. But with these bear paws”—I raise my hands—“I’m afraid I’ll mess up the little dials.”
No shit, I’m a big man. I’ve been used for my size my whole life, and I don’t mind. I play my role, loyally protecting my family. I do my job, guarding others.
But I finally want to use a part of me no one’s really had: my heart. Something about Vivian makes it pound, reminding me I have one. A lonely one.
Reminding me…she’s still married.
And she hasn’t agreed to our not-a-date date.
“I mean, uh…” I hedge. “As friends, of course. I know we work together and you’re married and I?—”
“Separated.” She sighs heavily. “But he still lives in my house, and it’s complicated, but…”
