Another Taste of Destiny by Lea Barrymire Page A

her—he should be pissed that she would dare touch him. Instead he watched with bated breath as she slowly stroked his throbbing shaft through his jeans with her fingernails. A shiver of want went down his spine. He swallowed a moan and closed his eyes. When he opened them again he caught just a quick back view of the woman and almost came in his pants. Her shorts were cut so high that he could see full cheeks and a hint of shaved pink pussy. Holy shit. The knowledge that the entire diner would have seen shaved lips when she bent to talk to him was the topper on his what-the-fuck cake.
    You can’t do this, Joe. You just can’t. What’s Patty going to think? You know she’s seen a lawyer. Do you really want to ruin your marriage for a tryst in the bathroom? His head surely said no, but his body was shouting “yes” so loudly that his brain was overwhelmed. He told himself he was just going to see what she was doing, make sure she was okay, but his cock knew it was going to get serviced one way or the other and twitched in anticipation against the zipper.
    He stood swiftly, not wanting to think about it any longer. If he thought about it he would talk himself out of it. With sure steps he walked down the hallway to the restrooms, then paused. Would she go into the women’s or the men’s? He didn’t think he could go into the women’s. He pushed open the door to the men’s bathroom and found her leaning against one of the sinks, watching another guy who was standing at a urinal. She was relaxed with a wicked, amused smile on her red lips. She turned that same smile on Joe when she heard the door shut. She ran her eyes up and down him, taking her time perusing him. Her smile slid into a knowing smirk when she reached his crotch.
    “Come here, baby.” She crooked a finger at him. She didn’t wait for him to react before turning to the other man. “Okay, bubba. You been yanking one off for the last two minutes while checking out my tits. Either pay me a couple of bucks to keep staring at me ’til you finish or get out.”
    Joe almost laughed. This woman took the cake. He watched the other man scramble to get his straining cock back in his pants. The man had blushed at her words, obviously thinking she hadn’t been paying attention to his self-ministrations. Once the other man had rushed out of the bathroom, she sauntered past Joe and flipped the lock on the door. She turned those eyes on him and walked back slowly.
    “So whatcha want? If your wife is coming here we only got a few minutes, right?” She was chewing gum and it snapped tiny pops with each chew. When she was standing directly in front of him she reached out and traced his cock with a finger. She chuckled. “It won’t take long by the looks of things.”
    “Shit. I can’t do this. I don’t know why I even came in here.” Joe turned to leave. He really couldn’t do this to his wife, his marriage. It wasn’t worth it.
    He stopped when those red-tipped fingers wrapped around his arm.
    “Come on, baby. We don’t have to have sex. I could give you a hand job. That ain’t cheating really. Or you could do what the other fella was doing. I can strip for you and you can yank one off.” She stroked her hand up and down his arm, enticingly close. He could smell her perfume and was mildly surprised that it wasn’t too strong. It was actually quite nice, musky and sexy. She leaned in to his body, pressing her breasts to his chest. “You know you want to. She’s never going to know about it.”
    He closed his eyes and sealed his passage to hell. “How much?”
    “Depends what you want,” she answered. She trailed a wandering hand down his back to cup his ass. “Five will get you a hand job, ten will get you a hand job with ball action. Fifteen if you want a little back-door peek. Twenty-five for a blow job. Fifty to take me from behind. Hundred if you want clothes off and me doing the work.”
    While she talked she had been running her hands over