My Second Chance at Love

Sunday funday (2)

Andrew’s POV…

I saw skin where panties should be, at least a string of panties. Something. Nothing but sweet soft skin through that hole in her jeans. Her shirt is too big so it’s long. It covers her ass and her hips. Finally her ass isn’t on display for every man’s eyes to see, but her boobs are pushed up high and tight. Her pink tank top barely covers any cleavage and it’s skin tight. At least the top shirt makes it less noticeable.

I’ve come twice already this morning and it’s only a little after 8, but my d**k is hard as hell at the thought of her going out of the house with no damn panties on under those jeans. I bet she’s gonna be so horny from that seam rubbing her c**t all day. That doesn’t help the situation at all. She’s gonna be wet with no panties. I wipe my hand down my face and realize she’s staring at me. I raise my eyebrow at her asking her what she’s looking at without saying a word.

“Whatcha thinkin about babe?” She asks so innocently as she drinks her coffee. F**k it. I’m gonna tell her.

“I’m thinking that you don’t have any damn panties on. You’re t**s are up and edible. You’re gonna be so horny from your jeans rubbing your c**t all day. I want to feel if your wet now. That’s what I’m thinking.”

She just smiles and I swear to god it’s evil.

“There’s more to this situation isn’t there? Me not letting you touch me in the bathroom is the cause of all this?” I ask her.

“Now you’re understanding. Such a smart one we have here.” Here smile is pure devilish.

I’ve gone from uncomfortable chubby to full hard d**k at her smart mouth. I just shake my head at her. I drive to the bowling alley and see that they don’t open until 11am. We’ve got three hours.

“Wanna get your groceries first? I’d love to watch you push a grocery cart.”

“Sure babe. Thanks. You better push it to hide that,” she replies as she tweaked the head of my d**k through my pants. She never lets up on me. She just continues to smile and drink her coffee. She’s mischievous and I f**kin love it.

As we pull into the parking lot of the store, she reaches over and kisses me, she grabs my d**k, and says “I can’t wait to drain you dry. How many times will I have to make you unload before you’re actually dry? I wanna find out.”

I throw my head back then glare at her. She squeezes me again then opens her door. I get out and walk to the back of the truck to her. She’s looking up at the sky. It’s partly cloudy but the wind is moving the clouds. The sun is about to peek out and she’s staring like she’s waiting for it. As soon as it does, she smiles evilly again and walks in front of me. s**t! Her shirt is see through and that sexy ass little pink shirt is barely bigger than her bra.

I start walking and catch up to her. I put my hand under the black shirt and squeeze her ass, then run it up her back. “Nice touch there.”

She glances at me, “was it? I asked you if you were sure.” Then the vixen winks at me. I grab a cart as we walk in. I’ll need all the cover I can get as I readjust myself again. We start in the fruits and veggies. She grabs some apples but takes her time to check every single one. She moves to the lettuces and grabs some fancy kinds.

“How spicy do you like your food?” She’s staring at me, but I’m looking at the cleavage peeking out from her shirt. She’s leaned over and I can to see her stomach through the gap in her shirt. She snaps her fingers and waves at me.

“Oh, umm, sure. Spicy. I like spicy.”

She grabs some jalapeños and a bell pepper. She gets some cheese cubes and coffee creamer from the dairy section. She grabs chicken from the meats and then heads to the international foods aisle. She grabs soy sauce and teriyaki sauce. After she sets the teriyaki sauce in the cart, she stretches as she faces me. Her black shirt lifts and I see there’s the hole I noticed earlier and two holes on the other hip. Definitely no panties under there. I reach down and readjust again. She watches my hand as is moves and smirks. I just glare at her; she winks at me. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

“Want dessert?”

“I had my favorite dessert for breakfast,” I tell her pointedly. I want her to know I’m talking about her.

“Oh, some whipped cream to top it with then?”

My mouth dropped open. She smirked and walked away to grab some.

When we get to the counter and the clerk rings everything up, she’s bagging her stuff. She is apparently very particular. I swipe my card before she realizes the clerk is done. The clerk hands me the receipt and I thank her. Emma glares at me. I just shrug at her.

We load the groceries in the truck and I swear to god, I feel someone watching me. I don’t see anyone I recognize so I chalk it up to being weird. We get in the truck and head to the apartment. When we get there we bring the groceries in and I’m all over Emma. I need to be inside her.

“No sir. Sunday funday, remember?” She pushes away from me as she speaks.

I cannot believe she told me no. Those are the same words I told her earlier. I run my hand through my beard and kiss her. We get the groceries put away then walk back out. The bowling alley should be opening any minute.

“Wanna make a bet?” I ask her. I’m not great at bowling but I have a gut feeling she’s no pro either. In fact I doubt she’s played in a few years.

“Sure. What’s the wager?”

“Loser gets f**ked with their hands tied up.”

Her cheeks flame and I know she’s turned on. “Okay. So winner gets full control?”

“Yup. Wanna make that bet?”

“Yeah. I can’t wait to tie you up, Andrew.”

When we get to the bowling alley and check in to our lane. I grab our shoes. When I come back, Emma is standing with her hips c****d sideways. Something is different but I can’t figure out what.

“Dibs, I go first,” she calls. I got it. She’s unbuttoned the bottom few buttons of her shirt and have used the tails to tie them up. I see her hips now. Cheating ass. I see a sliver of her belly.

“Okay, Emma. Show me what you’ve got.”

“Oh I plan to, Mr. Miller.”

She spins around on her heels and grabs her ball. She positions herself and walks up to the end she swings one leg behind and pokes her glorious ass out. F**k! She has three holes in the ass of her jeans. Two the size of a dime and one a little bigger than a quarter. I’m hard. She knocks down some pins and is apparently proud because she turns around and bounces around and shimmy’s her hips. Oh I’m gonna lose.

She grabs her ball and takes her second shot. She end up knocking down nine out of ten pins. She bounces around and dances to me. She’s unbuttoned her shirt down too. Her whole pink top is showing. I think I have a couple of droplets gathering at the head of my d**k.

I grab my ball and throw it. I take out one pin. I shake my head. All I see are her t**s when I look back. I take my second shot and take down seven more. The entire game goes like this. She’s teasing me after every toss, both hers and mine. I’m so hard I think I’m suffering from blood flow issues. Of course she wins, not by much, but that doesn’t matter. I’m gonna get tied to the bed tonight and I’m even more turned on. I see the pool table when I turn in our shoes.

“Emma, double or nothing on a game of pool?”

“No. I won. You don’t get out of my snare. Same bet on a game of pool though?”

“Deal. Loser ends up in knots.”

We start the pool game and Emma is terrible. She lost in the third shot. She sunk the 8 ball.

“Enjoy your knots later,” I whisper in her ear. “Want me to teach you how to knock in the ball you want to knock in?” I ask her and she smiles big at me.

“Please!”

I get her in position, then use my body to cover hers. I cradle her to help her line up. We take a couple shots like that, then she turns to me.

“Let’s go eat. I’m ready to go home. I wanna take advantage of you. Can that be part of our Sunday funday plans?”

I kiss her and bite her lip, “yeah babe. What do you want for lunch?”

“Sushi.”

We leave and head to a sushi place. She doesn’t fix her shirt which tells me that she’s more comfortable and that she likes me seeing her.

Our lunch is perfect then we head back to the apartment. When we pull up, I hop into the back of the truck. I have a brand new roll of nylon twine. I think we may need it. I grab it and toss it to Emma. Her eyes are huge and her cheeks blush deliciously. I jump down out of the truck and stalk to her.

“Who’s first?” I growl in her ear.