I shove my sleeves further up my arms, and wish I’d taken more care in my appearance. Not that I ever look much different than this. But for once I actually give two shits about how I look.
I grabbed this thin hoodie as I stormed out of the house mostly because I didn’t want to take the time to change out of my ratty white t-shirt. And even though it’s too warm to justify the extra layer, I’m glad I put it on. Maddie is dressed for a date, looking the perfect combination of adorable and sexy in her pretty top and painted on jeans. My black zip-up isn’t nearly nice enough for how good she looks, but it’s better than a fucking old t-shirt.
The bathroom door swings open, and Maddie’s eyes immediately meet mine, that serene smile on her face. A touch of surprise in her eyes that makes me just a little bit pissed off.
I stand up straight as she steps towards me and watch as she reaches her hand out, flattening it against my chest.
My lids lower and the urge to twist us around, pinning her between me and this wall is real.
“Ready?” I hardly recognize my own voice, it’s so deep and full of need.
“I’m ready.” Her breathy reply goes straight to my dick.
Fuck me. I bet she’s ready.
I close my eyes and breathe. Unwanted boners were a problem I thought I left 35 years in the past, yet here I am.
Maddie sighs, and I know if she leans any closer, she’ll feel the evidence of my arousal. And since she’s so damn short my cock will probably reach up to her tits.
Her big, glorious tits.
Shit.
My mind is suddenly filled with images of Maddie sprawled out beneath me.
Fuck.
I’m straddling her chest, thrusting my dick between her soft tits, her open mouth waiting for my-
“Alright!” I bark out the word.
Maddie clearly doesn’t understand my turmoil because she looks up at me innocently, gesturing behind her with the hand not pressed to my chest. “You don’t need to go?”
I glance at the Men’s Room door and shake my head. The only reason I’d go in there now would be to jerk off in the stall.
The thought should disgust me, but the longer we stand here, the more reasonable the idea sounds.
Maddie steps back, her fingertips dragging down my chest, over my stomach… I catch her hand in mine, before she can absently continue her descent to rockier territory.
Her hand immediately closes around mine, or at least as best as she can. Her tiny palm dominated by my own.
I shove away the impure thoughts as she lets me steer us back through the bar and towards the front door.
I miss the feeling of her tucked into my side, but something about holding hands feels so much more intimate. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s gripping me back, like she’s enjoying it just as much as I am, as opposed to me holding her captive against me.
The heat and humidity hit us the second I hold open the door, and Maddie’s cute little nose scrunches. “Ugh, this weather is so gross.”
I don’t know if I’ve ever described something asso grossbut she’s not wrong, so I make a sound of agreement.
A hot nighttime breeze lifts a piece of Maddie’s hair and she swipes at it, “I don’t even know why I bother with my hair when it’s like this.”
I want to bend and press my nose against the top of her head, inhaling the scent of girly shampoo that I’m catching in small waves, but since I’m trying to not be a creepy asshole, I don’t.
Instead, I look at her long black tresses and say the only thing I can think of, “Your hair looks nice.”
Well done, Axel.
I want to smack myself for sounding like an idiot, but Maddie grins like I said just the right thing.