He shrugged casually. “I don’t have anything else planned tonight. What are you thinking?”
“I want you,” I blurted without thought. “I mean, I want to do another video with you. One which we can use on camera.”
“I like that idea,” he said. Then he winced. “Shit. Do you have a condom? I didn’t bring one.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “You brought a print-out of your most recent health check, but not a condom? I thought you said you came prepared, like a Boy Scout.”
“I didn’t expect tonight to be anything other than a consultation,” he explained. “And I have to admit: I was never actually a Boy Scout. I just like their motto.”
I checked my bedside drawers, then my box of sex toys in the closet. “I bought a box of condoms one time to use with my dildos when I ran out of lube…” I turned back to Kai on the bed and grimaced. “I think I used them all. I’m sorry.”
He shrugged. “That’s all right. We can reschedule.”
Kai started to sit up in bed, and I felt myself scrambling for a solution. There was a gas station a few blocks away that probably sold condoms, but there were usually a few homeless guys camped outside. And there had been a string of muggings lately. The last thing I wanted was to ruin our potential business relationship by Kai getting robbed at gun-point. I wanted to do more with Kai. Not just because I wanted to get some usable footage out of tonight’s encounter, but because I was enjoying his vibe. I didn’t want the evening to end just yet.
And then I thought of a solution.
15
Kai
When I met my previous two OnlyFans partners, our first meeting was totally innocent. Meeting at a coffee shop, discussing working together, and then parting ways to consider things. I expected tonight to go the same way, even though I was meeting at Ginny’s apartment. When I left my place without a condom, I told myself it was because I was being a gentleman. This was a business meeting, and we had a lot to discuss before we jumped into bed together.
But now that I was in Ginny’s room, sitting on her bed with the taste of her pussy still on my lips, I felt like a fucking idiot. I should have come prepared, no matter how unlikely I thought sex would be. When I was a teenager, I carried around a condom in my wallet for two years before losing my virginity. Yet I didn’t bring one for a meeting with an actual OnlyFans model who wanted to work together? What waswrongwith me?
I desperately wanted her in a way that went far beyond a professional relationship. The urge to spread her cheeks and plunge my cock into her from behind was so powerful that I was struggling to think straight. And I could tell she wanted me, too. Even before she outright blurted it out. Yet there was nothing we could do about it. I certainly wasn’t going to ruin the mood by leaving, buying a condom at a convenience store, and then coming back here.
I considered going down on Ginny again. I loved making women come. It was probably my favorite thing in the world, and her pussy tasteddivineto me. There were a lot of shitty guys out there who only cared about getting themselves off as quickly as possible, so when I was with a woman? I wanted to make sure she was treated like a queen.
But before I could suggest it, Ginny smiled at me and said, “I know what we’ll do. Lay down and make yourself comfortable.”
I stretched out on the bed with my back against the headboard while she went to her closet. She closed the door halfway, which gave me only a passing view of her. The curve of a hip. A passing nipple. My cock hadn’t softened at all, and these glimpses of Ginny kept it that way.
When she emerged from the closet, she was no longer unclothed—although it would have been inaccurate to say she wasn’tnude. She was wearing a body stocking that covered her from neck to toe in black lace. It accentuated the sight of her breasts rather than covering them, and I could still see her glistening pussy lips. She had also donned her signature red wig, and had applied a matching shade of lipstick.
My cock stirred hungrily at the sight of her.Maybe I should run out to buy condoms after all.
“You look…” I shook my head. “Fuck. I don’t know what to say.”
She picked up the remote and pressed the button to make sure the camera was still recording. “That’s the response I was hoping to elicit.” She knelt on the bed. “I’ve never worn this for someone in person. I never get to see my viewers’ reaction.”
“A tragedy,” I said while gazing at her curvy, perfect body. “Listen. I trust you when you say you’re clean. But I have a rule that I don’t do penetrative sex until I’ve seen a test…”
“A very reasonable rule,” she purred while reaching for my belt. “And as much as I would love for you to break it, I have something else in mind for you.”
I lifted my ass off the bed so Ginny could pull off my pants and boxer-briefs. She tried to hide it, but I noticed her inhale sharply when she saw my cock for the first time. I wasn’tgargantuan, but I knew I was working with some pretty serious pipe. Her eyes were round with desire.
“You’re so smooth,” she said while running her fingers up my thigh, brushingagainstmy base without actually touching me. I sucked in my breath.
“I took the day off work and got waxed.”
She paused to snicker. “Let me get this straight. You didn’t bring a condom, but youdidget a wax?”
“The wax is for my Saturday night show,” I explained.
She was on her hands and knees above me, now. “I’m glad I get a Friday night preview.”
“Will all this talk ruin the video?” I asked, glancing toward the camera.