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A Booty Call Backfires

... freezing.” “Or you're about to be freezing,” she added with a giggle. I sighed as I looked into her eyes. I realized my mouth was dry as cotton. My palms, on the other hand, were clammy. Christy dropped her eyes to my jeans, lingering over every inch of my growing erection straining against the front. She cleared her throat. My hands went to my belt. Slowly I unfastened the top button and slid the zipper down. Christy's grin turned a notch naughtier. I slipped my jeans over my hips, taking care not to tug at my boxer briefs. I lowered them to the floor and started to bend over. “Don't,” she interrupted me. “Just step away. I'll take them.” I kicked them off and stepped to the right. Christy paused a moment, feasting her eyes on the tent that my shorts had become. She bent over to retrieve my pants. Her glance did little to stop my semi-erection from its upward path. As she slowly rose, I eyed the swells of her breasts, my open coat just barely covering nipples that I now imagined to be as hard as my cock. With a smile, she turned and left the room. I faced away from the door, scowling at no one, trying to figure out what I was missing. A moment later, Christy returned silently, walking right up behind me. She slipped her left arm around my waist, her fingers brushing across my cock straining against my boxers. She must have thrown open the coat because I felt her breasts pressing hard against my back. Thickened ...

... nipples tickled my skin as she wiggled ever so slightly. I felt goose bumps up and down my arms. Her lips were close to my right ear. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her other hand reaching around me. Her left arm pulled me tighter as she waved her right hand a few inches in front of my face. Dangling from her fingers was the little wisp of white lace I had seen hugging her shapely hips only a minute before. I reached back with my left hand and slid it across her bare hip. I stretched my arm further and spread my fingers wide across her peachy bottom. I gave her completely naked cheek a firm squeeze. Christy moaned softly as I gripped her gorgeous ass. She slipped her left hand under the waistband of my shorts and felt lower. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and gave it a couple of up-and-down tugs. I was throbbing hard now. “One more guess,” she whimpered. “Hurry!” I moaned as I released my hold on her bottom so I could get a better grip. My forearm brushed against the coat. I felt something in the pocket. That was strange. It’s my coat. I hadn’t put anything in the pocket. I nudged the coat again on purpose. I heard a tiny jingle. The light bulb went on at last. I burst out laughing. “What’s so funny,” she asked, caught off guard. “I know where they are,” I announced. Christy drew a sudden breath. Her hold on my cock tightened in surprise. “My car keys,” I announced triumphantly, “Are in my coat pocket.”