Sweetening the Spice
By Kieran Frank
It was Halloween night on a Sunday. I was dressed in a sexy Spiderman costume, complete with a low-cut upper piece, a pair of thigh-high tights, and a matching jockstrap for a not-so-full bodysuit. Easy access! But I had to wear my red cape to cover my backside so I wouldn’t get arrested for public indecency.
Now, I was ready to meet an older man whose face I hadn’t seen yet because he was discreet, which was the same reason I hadn’t shown mine. But at twenty-nine, he had a thin body with sexy muscle tones, judging by the head-cropped pic he’d taken at the beach around here. Not to be cocky, but I had an amazing body myself—bubble butt included. But I was a jock, so of course I did.
We’d met online last week, and we were already into each other. Our
