FrenchQuarter.htm by Alexander Lacey (good fiction books to read TXT) 📗

her unexpected experiences last night, not to mention how excited Jack had seemed by her daring, the forbidden allure of the clubs had Liz’s pussy pulsing at a maddening rate.

Just then, her gaze landed on an adult store. Like Bourbon Street’s other illicit pleasures, Liz had never had occasion to venture into such a place. “Have you ever been in one of those stores?” she asked Jack, slowing their pace to peek inside. She caught sight of vibrators in packages hanging on the walls and a mannequin wearing bits of black leather.

When he saw where she pointed, he gave a short laugh and she knew her naïveté was showing. “Uh, yeah, darlin’,” he said as if it were a given.

She smiled at his amusement. “Well, I haven’t and I want to go in.”

“Let me lead the way,” he said, and they entered the wide open doors.

Liz’s eyes were drawn to boxes of triple X-rated DVDs and videos—on the box covers, naked women kissed each other or wore leather and wielded whips and chains; on one a cheerleader bent over revealing her bare, shaved mound. Other videos appeared to be for gay men—one pictured two nude, handsome, well-endowed men in a light embrace, their penises touching.

“Have you ever been with another guy?” Liz asked Jack on impulse.

He followed her eyes to the video box, chuckling. “No, chere, afraid not.”

She looked up at him. “Have you ever thought about it?” After her encounter with Felicia last night, something which had been far more pleasant and seductive than she ever could have imagined, she couldn’t help wondering if Jack had ever experienced similar stirrings. Suddenly, everything around her, the very air, seemed weighted with sensuality and she was filled with questions and desires that had never before occurred to her.

He still grinned. “I can tell you want me to say yes, but the truth is, I haven’t.”

She gave a playful shrug. “Don’t worry—I won’t hold it against you.” She concluded with a wink.

Meandering farther through the store, she stopped by a wall display of glow-in-the-dark condoms; below it were shelves of edible undies and body paints. Without warning, she turned and slid her arms provocatively around Jack’s neck, pressing her curves flush against his body. “What if I asked you to?”

His hands snaked around her waist and he laughed. “What?”

She cast a sexy smile and lowered her voice to a hot, husky purr. “What if I wanted you to be with a man while I watched? Would you do it?”

His answer came in a teasing tone. “I don’t know. What would I get in return?” His strong touch dropped to her ass and he pulled her in tighter against his solidness. Through their clothes, she felt his cock growing hard against her warm slit.

She gazed invitingly into his dark eyes and licked her lips. “Anything you wanted, baby.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” he said, his erection getting more and more prominent.

She had the urge to wiggle against him, but given that they were in a fully-lit store with other people around them, she resisted. “What’s that?”

“Why don’t we quit talkin’ about me with other guys and start doin’, me with you. Why don’t we go back to my place?”

The heat in his eyes filled Liz with a new but already familiar power, and she couldn’t help brandishing it a little. On a whim, she whirled away, out of his arms, casting a mischievous grin. “Not yet. I’m not quite ready to call it an evening.”

He dropped a quick glance down at his crotch. “Well, I am.”

“I noticed.”

“I’ll bet you did.”

“It’ll keep.”

“You hope it keeps,” he laughed.

“I’ve told you before, I don’t want to rush.” She took his hands in hers and whispered up to him. “I love the way this feels. Everything I touch, smell, eat, drink, see—adds to my arousal, stretches it out. I want to keep stretching it and stretching it.”

His look bordered between entertained and frustrated. “Is this your version of foreplay?”

She tilted her head and flashed a smile. “I suppose.”

“All right then,” he said, stepping past her to a long wall containing every color, size, and style of vibrator and dildo imaginable. “Let’s look at these. Which one would you pick?”

She was embarrassed to realize that just the sight of all those phalluses made her hotter and wetter. Maybe Jack was right—maybe they should go back to his place and fuck each other senseless all night long. Clearly, she was ready to have his long, hard cock inside her.

But no, she’d meant what she said. She wanted to stretch it all out, make it last, see how hot she could get, and then let him reap the rewards.

So she studied the vibrators on the wall and let out a laugh, once again struck by disbelief.

“What’s so funny?”

She pulled her gaze from the fake penises to him. “I’ve never even really seen these things before, let alone used them. And here I am, standing here like a seasoned sex toy veteran, trying to pick one out.”

“Well, madam,” he said, suddenly pretending to be a store clerk, “let me show you some of our most popular models.”

She smiled boldly at his little game. “All right.”

“Many women like this simple gold unit. Easy insertion, attractive tool. Some of our more adventurous customers, however, go for this one.” He pointed to a flesh-colored vibrator with tiny nubs all over it. “It provides extra stimulation to the vagina’s inner walls.” He was speaking at a normal level, clearly not caring if anyone heard.

“Go on,” she said as if she were nothing more than a discriminating shopper.

“The purists often go for this natural looking one, with realistic head and shaft, and even balls. And then we have this little number—also realistic but with an added feature. This little nub here rubs against your clitoris and gets you off.”

“What else can you show me?” Liz asked, practically breathless by now. The very mention of her clit had it practically humming.

“Mais,” he said, dropping his voice slightly