Excerpt from Blame It on the Moon
Kitty Lazarus loved her store…when it was empty. For just a little while, she could forget that she’d become a freak of nature. For a little while, she had her mind all to herself.
Two o’clock on a Monday afternoon meant most of the weekend returns were in and the lunch-break visitors were gone. The return box was full, giving Kitty a challenge as she tugged it over the green Berber carpet to the cash wrap, but a filled box meant mucho money from rentals, so she couldn’t complain. She even found herself humming along to the theme music coming from the televisions mounted around the store. The occasional spring breeze wafting through the open door augmented her mental quiet as she scanned in the DVD returns.
Until images from an unfamiliar brain dissolved her peace.
A daydream, or perhaps a memory — Kitty couldn’t tell which — played like a movie in the man’s mind, and Kitty experienced it with shocking vividness as if she shared his body.
The cool smoothness of the sheets caressed his knees, and the mattress sank under his weight as he knelt over the woman on the bed. The sheets covered her bare, full breasts, and he imagined inching the fabric down to watch her nipples tighten as the cool air slid oveher skin. His mouth watered as he remembered the taste of those senitive nipples rolling on his tongue. The scent of her sex, overpowering, musky, and ripe, filled his nose, calling tohim, tempting him to replay last night.
More memories flooded Kitty’s vision, and she realized she was intensely turned on by this man’s thoughts. His whistling floated in on the breeze, but he remained out of sight, just beyond her view on the sidewalk.
Suddenly, he was on top of her, inside of her, thrusting with wild passion, the hot, slick pressure of her muscles against his cock practically burning him. Sweat covered his skin, dripped onto her, blended with her juices. It was salty in his mouth as he shuttled in and out of her, increasing his pace, watching her face for signs that she was right there with him.
Crash. Kitty dropped a stack of DVDs and braced herself against the counter as an overwhelming wave of desire engulfed her. She’d never received such clear images from someone’s thoughts before, especially from someone not yet in the room with her. And these were more than images — these were intense sensations — as if she wore his skin, but without any speech to ground her. Her face burned and her body softened, leaving her sure of only one thing — whoever was approaching her store had way too much power over her.
The woman gazed up at him with glazed eyes and smiled briefly. Her breathy moans echoed in his ears, telling him how much she enjoyed each hard dig of his cock, and his arousal arched as he watched her breasts bounce, her tits so engorged they were almost purple. Her platinum blonde hair was splayed across his pillows, and the liquid warmth and straining muscles of her climax set off his own. He howled in completion and held himself tightly above the blonde as he emptied himself into her, trying to make their perfect connection last a little longer.
The memory — was it a memory? — abruptly morphed back into the image of the mattress sinking beneath his knees, as he stretched out his fingers, reaching out to touch the woman’s shoulder. Should he wake her up? Was it too soon? Could he make it worth her while? The salty tang of her skin lingered in his mouth, and the thought of her breasts plump against his tongue almost made his decision for him. His cock grew heavy as he looked ather, tossed between his present need and the memory of sex.
The phantom sensation of his cock filling, readying for the inevitable plunge inside his lover, heightened Kitty’s arousal, now obvious as she felt a trickle seep from her body. She clenched her thighs together in embarrassment as the man finally strolled through the open door to her store.
My God, how could he look so normal when he was having thoughts like that?