He glanced down at her feet. “These socks have holes in them.”
She sighed. “I know, but they’re my favorite. Aren’t they awesome?” They went up to her knees, they were purple and pink striped with gold ribbon around the top tied in a bow. You could only wear them comfortably with loose pants.
He drew her pants up, staring at the ribbons. Then he slid the socks down off her feet.
“Hey, what you doing?”
“You can’t wear socks with holes in them. Your feet will freeze.”
“My feet were fine before you stripped them off,” she complained.
“Where are your other socks?”
She sighed. “I’ll get them.”
He was being awfully weird about her feet. He simply gave her a look and she pointed to her bedside drawers. “In there.”
She stared at the sandwich without enthusiasm. But she couldn’t be rude and not eat it. Not when he’d taken the time to make it.
She ate a bite before becoming aware that he was very quiet. Turning, she saw him standing there . . .
With her giant vibrator in his hand.
Oh. Fuck.
Okay, it wasn’t giant. It wasn’t any bigger than his dick. But when she’d bought it, it had seemed enormous. Although it didn’t look that way when he gripped it.
“You didn’t tell me about this.”
“I didn’t realize I was obliged to.” She jumped up and strode over, taking the vibrator from his hand.
It was, of course, purple, and it had three parts to it. The main vibrator for her pussy, a small one for her ass and the clit tickler at the front.
“You didn’t tell me you liked something in your ass.”
Do not.
Do not go bright red.
But she could feel that it was already too late.
“I just . . . I don’t . . . urgh! I thought you were trying to find socks.”
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, girl. But next time, I’m going to use this on you.”
Right now, she was thinking there wouldn’t be a next time!
She sighed. Who was she kidding? Of course she wanted a next time. She didn’t want to ever say goodbye to him. If she let herself, she could really fall for him. Which would be disastrous.
“Okay,” she squeaked out. “Socks are next drawer down.”
He crouched and started going through her socks. Yikes, she forgot her panties were in there too.
He held up a black lace pair with a bright red bow at the back. They were easily the sexiest pair she owned. Immy had given them to her with a matching bra for her last birthday.
Most of her panties were cotton with funny images of French Bulldogs. He finally grabbed some socks which had French Bulldogs dancing the waltz.
“These are cute and no holes,” he said as he gestured for her to sit on the bed, then slid them onto her feet. “You like French Bulldogs, huh?