I do not own any Twilight characters…I just like to dream about them in different situations and positions….Now who's juicy? But I do own the plot.
Enjoy my little drabble.
JUICY…..ONE SHOT FOR FUN
I needed the juiciest one I could find. Firm but juicy, that's what I needed alright.
I squeezed most of them with a small smirk playing on my stubbly face.
My tanned bicep flexes as I squeeze gently.
The women here are gawking, I can tell out of my peripheral.
I don't care. I needed something in particular, and I'm not going home until I have exactly what I came for.
With one eyebrow cocked, I wink at the blonde. She blushes but is brazen just the same.
"Find one you like?" Her silky voice inquired.
"Most certainly." I lick my bottom lip, and run my hand through what most call sex hair.
Her chest is in close proximity to my chest.
She encroaches on my personal space.
Bony fingers find my hand.
I can tell it is her phone number that she has slipped to me.
I don't want it though, so I discard it when she turns her back and sways her plump ass in the opposite direction.
Chicks like that make me sick really, way too forward.
So I lied. In actuality I am here for two things.
The first is something I already have chosen, it's in my hand. The second is the girl that will check me out, literally.
Petite, brown hair with caramel highlights peeking through, the most expressive chocolate brown eyes you've ever seen.
It's not the first time she has checked me out either.
Every Thursday, I looked forward to it.
My dick grows slightly, as I think of her nimble fingers reaching for my selection.
I knew she was here. The car she drives is in its usual parking space on the side of the building. I could tell when I drove home this evening from work.
Monday through Friday, her schedule never changes.
It's calculated what I'm doing. It really is.
I'm not a stalker. I'm smitten.
It's my turn.
Her fingers wrap around my selection.
I am completely hard.
My brow suddenly mists with perspiration.
"Lime?" She smiles and questions, her voice raising an octave.
Playing it cool I nod, my heart pounds hard against my rib cage.
"Corona." I say.
Her tongue darts out, licking her juicy lips sensually. Not on purpose, but damn if it doesn't make me want to haul her sweet little ass out of here and have my way with her.
"Join me?" There I did it. That was six months in the making.
"That will be sixty nine cents please." Her memorizing brown eyes not leaving my darkened green ones.
I clear my throat. "Sixty nine you say?" Not thinking how it sounds.
Giggling, biting her bottom lip she tells me yes.
"Sixty nine it is then." I hand her a five spot.
While I wait for my change I hear a whisper escape her beautiful mouth.
I wonder if she agreeing to the invite or the sixty nine.
"Perfect." I offer her my business card and hope she calls me when her shift is over.
Her blush is absolutely perfect.
YES? OR NO? HOW WAS IT?