SoloPlay by Miranda Baker Page A

hands, her big diamond flashing. “We used to love the drive-in,” the woman said, giving her a girlish smile.
    Alisa stared at her. The woman’s tinkling laugh pealed out in the enclosed space.
    “Darling, the look on your face is priceless! Some things never change, you know. Every generation thinks it invented fooling around.” She sighed. “I’m going to go home and give my husband the best blow job he’s had in years. You should do the same for yours. You owe him one.”
    “We’re not married,” Alisa blurted out.
    The woman glanced quickly at Alisa’s ring finger. “Oh! Sorry. Some things do change, I guess. I shouldn’t have assumed. Don’t worry, dear, the way he was looking at you, it won’t be long before he asks.” She patted Alisa’s arm. Her hands were cool and very soft. She swept out, leaving a sweet breeze of lilies in her wake.
    Alisa stared after her for a split second, shaking her head. She gave herself one last bolstering look in the mirror and pushed away from the counter before she lost her nerve.
     
     
    Mark tucked his credit card into his wallet, kicking himself for not keeping his mouth shut. He picked up their uneaten meals and decided to wait for Alisa in the lobby. That way she couldn’t slip out the front door on him. She had looked ready to bolt and he couldn’t blame her. He had gone too far but he hadn’t been able to stop himself. Watching her climax had been the most arousing thing he’d ever seen. It had taken him the entire time the check was gone to get his dick under control, and now it was leaping to attention again, just from the memory of the way her mouth had worked while she swayed in her seat, the way her eyes had glazed, the blue getting dark, darker, midnight while she stared helplessly into his eyes as she came.
    Sologirl was his fantasy woman, but her reality was far better than any fantasy. She was virtually a stranger, but because he had imagined her so many times, being with her felt completely natural. He knew so many of her secrets already, and he wanted to learn the rest of them. He wanted to discover the color of her nipples and feel how big they were. He wanted to know how long she kept her pubic hair and how it would feel beneath his fingers, his tongue. He wanted to taste her.
    But he couldn’t, he reminded himself. Not while he was paying her. His heart sank, and he wished his dick would follow suit. He now knew, vividly, that she was the right girl to test the DoublePlay line but he couldn’t do it with her, not without opening up SoloPlay Enterprises to all kinds of legal repercussions.
    He nodded absently at the hostess and took a seat on the bench next to an overgrown ficus tree. The door to the ladies room was in easy sight. From his side of the table, the BodyVibe experiment had been an unqualified success. He doubted Sologirl had been able to top those orgasms when she had been controlling the remote. Hopefully, she’d feel the same way and, after he abjectly apologized for propositioning her like a horny teenager, she would agree to find another partner to test the rest of the DoublePlay line.
    The door to the ladies room opened and his pulse kicked up a notch. An old lady stepped out. He breathed easily again. Immediately, the door swung open a second time and Alisa entered the hall. Her steps down the short hall were slow, and she was scowling. Mark stood to greet her, feeling like a prize jerk. She raised her face to his and opened her mouth, and he braced himself to let her speak first. He deserved whatever she wanted to say to him. He’d been an ass. Her lips trembled, but it was a moment before he heard a sound.
    “Yes,” she said.
    “Yes?” he echoed, confused.
    She stepped closer. Her soft, blond hair brushed his chin as she leaned up to whisper in his ear. “If you take me home, I’ll let you fuck me,” she said softly. The rough vibration in her voice made the hair on his arms and legs stand on end, and her breasts,