MenageaDare by Frances Stockton

he
noticed the spread of condoms all over the place. Gathering them up and putting
all but one back into the box, he looked at Eve, finding her beautiful sitting
there.
    Her eyes fell to the condom in his hand and she set her
lemon on the shelf by the alarm clock, swiping her hands a little.
    “Sticky fingers?” he asked.
    “A bit, yeah.”
    Looking around, he saw the packet of wet cleansing tissues
she’d brought with her. Reaching out, he grabbed a tissue then handed to Eve.
She used it quickly before tossing it back so he could wipe his own.
    After disposing the trash, he switched on the camper’s
heater, setting it on low. He still had a window open and he moved to close it.
It was definitely getting chillier as the night wore on.
    Admittedly though, he had another agenda. Once the camper
warmed up, he caught the sleeping bag and dragged it off Eve, exposing her
fully. Prettiest woman he’d ever seen, might ever see again, sat there, her
back against the wall, one knee propped up, her hand draped over her thigh.
    “Hey beautiful, come here often?” he asked, knowing it was
corny but unable to think of anything logical.
    “As a matter of fact, I’ve come a few times tonight and sure
hope to come again soon.” She surprised him by boldly changing the placement of
her knee, exposing her cunt to him. “If you don’t do something, I might be
forced to take matters into my own hands.”
    “If you want to get yourself off, don’t tease. Do it.”
    “Seriously?” she questioned, likely unaware that she’d squeaked
a bit.
    “Yes. You’ve heard of Goldilocks and the Three Bears?”
    “Of course, I don’t have blonde hair, Remy. It’s just
brown.”
    “It’s as beautiful as the rest of you. If you look closely
you’ll see the multitude of colors, brown, blonde and chestnut that make you a
brunette.”
    “Wow, never thought of my hair color that way.”
    “I’ve dated blondes, brunettes, redheads, guys with Mohawks,
buzz cuts, long hair, short, dyed, bald, you name it. It wasn’t their
hairstyles I was attracted to, it was the people.”
    “I can see why they’d be attracted to you. You’re hot,
charming and intelligent.”
    “Make me hotter. Keep playing with your breasts, show me
what you enjoy.”
    Eve shook her head, her hair shifting about, some covering
her hands. Not having any of that, he crawled closer and brushed it off her
shoulders.
    “That’s better,” he said, setting aside the condom in his
hand, for now.
    “You like what you see when you look at me, for real?”
    “I love what I see when I look at you,” he answered. “Your
breasts fit nicely in my hands. Your body feels perfect, right, against mine.
We move in accord, easily, we fit just right.”
    “Thus the Goldilocks reference?”
    “Bingo. Part your legs for me, Eve.”
    She had to shift around to prop up both knees, spreading
them wide. Cleverly, she played with her breasts as he’d dictated. Her thumbs
and index fingers squeezed her nipples, twisting a little.
    Wanting to taste her, he moved in close. Grateful that it
was warmer in the camper now, he lowered his head to her throat, kissing her
where he’d left a distinct bite mark. Thinking of it as a brand, he kissed the
mark.
    “Remy, you’re distracting me.”
    “Rub your clit, fuck yourself,” he commanded against her
skin, licking her. She smelled and tasted just as he remembered, female, with a
hint of woodsmoke and now lemon-peppermint.
    “Shouldn’t you be doing this?”
    Clamping his teeth down hard enough to give her something to
think about, he sucked her skin, causing her to buck and toss her head more.
    “I’ve got a better idea,” he suggested. “Would you be open
to try something fun, different maybe?”
    “What do you have in mind?”
    “This, as long as it doesn’t scare you,” he said, quickly
fishing through one of the drawers for the blindfold he liked to use during
late night lockdowns to help prepare himself for the utter blackness