(Continued from Blue)
He was sitting on the wicker couch, feet up on a table he had made, watching the sun slip behind the workshop. He had stayed out in the shop to give them some privacy but figured a half an hour should be enough, for Chrissakes. Still, it was an hour later and he was well into his second bourbon when the women finally joined him on the porch.
Gennie was wearing an old Steeler jersey that covered her to mid-thigh and quite probably nothing else. She smiled shyly, her green eyes alight with the sunset. Chelsea followed, more chastely attired in the robe that seemed to get passed around cinched tightly at the waist. She moved directly to the couch-to what should have been Gennie’s spot- and sat gingerly beside him, comfortably leaning close.
“Will all my spankings end like that?”
“All? What kind of mayhem do you have planned?”
“You never know the trouble a girl can get into…”
He put his arm around her and squeezed lightly. “Just don’t go delinquent on us.”
Geneva, facing away leaning against the railing, heard him say ‘us’ and her breast swelled a little. The carnal warmth she had felt between her legs spread higher.
“I think I might have oversold…remember when I told you about being gay?”
“Your ‘keep your hands off me’ speech?”
“Yeah, that one. Might have oversold that a little.”
“We’re still not having sex…”
“You got that right”, Geneva piped up still facing away.
“But a hug sometime. Like this. A touch-would be OK.”
“Something like this?” He turned and kissed the top of her head, smelling Gennie in her hair.
“Yeah…that’s fine”, she settled into him. “I’m getting the feeling you might be worthy.” Then, “Hey showoff!” Gen, feeling a little left out, had leaned against the railing far enough to clearly show that she definitely wasn’t wearing panties.
“Maybe someone else needs a spanking around here.”
“Great minds think alike”, Chelsea agreed.
“Hey”, Gennie spun back around. “Now that we’re on the subject…that paddle. Where did that come from?”
“Something I had around, is all.”
“Uh huh. For how long?”
“Let me ask, did that paddle cross your wife’s naked ass?”
They never really spoke of Linda but this wasn’t exactly talking about her.
“Might have, once or twice.”
“So, same paddle on your wife’s bare ass, crosses Chelsea’s bare ass…”
“Seems so, yeah.”
Chelsea, leaning still leaning against him poked him in the chest with every word. “You have to make another paddle.”
“Definitely”, said Gennie.
He reached for the bourbon. “Good point. I’ll make two.”
Gennie’s smiled wavered a bit at that but perked back up when Chelsea, settling into his chest, winked at her.