Kemp said, “Not tonight. We respect your wishes. It’s nothing a change of topic and a warm shower later on won’t take care of.”
She giggled at his words and felt herself flush more deeply at his casual reference to masturbating in the shower later to relieve the pressure. “Am I going to get my panties back?”
“Nope. They’re mine to enjoy later, darlin’,” Kemp said with a chuckle. The thought of going home bare-assed made her pussy quiver.
“What now?” she asked as Kemp helped her down from the cabinet, chuckling when her wobbly knees buckled under her. He steadied her for a few moments and kissed the top of her head.
Ace said, “Kemp is going to go home and get some sleep and I’m going to stay here and keep an eye on things. Can I use the bed upstairs?”
Of course you can, you big stud. I’ve totally changed my mind. You could use me on it while you’re at it.
“Certainly. We use it when we have out-of-town guests. There are clean sheets and blankets in the closet. I’ll make the bed up for you.”
Ace said, “No, I’ll make up the bed and you can walk Kemp out and tell him good night. We’ll show you how the security system and the surveillance DVR work in the morning. You look like you could fall asleep on your feet right now.”
Yep, nothing like coming good and hard multiple times under the hands of an expert to make me want to curl up in a stupor. She wasn’t even hungry right now. She just wanted sleep.
Kemp chuckled at her sleepy blink and said, “You had a rough morning and a long day, kitten. Give me a kiss and I’ll let myself out.”
The light was fading outside, but it seemed early to call it quits. “You’ll come back in the morning?”
Kemp smiled at her wistful tone. “Of course. We need to show you and the others how the system works.”
“Oh.” She couldn’t keep the disappointment from her voice.
“Besides, how else will I see you?” He tipped her chin up as she smiled at him and kissed her gently. She could taste a hint of herself on his tongue, and her core pulsed at the memory of what he’d done to her. “I’ll check on you this evening and in the morning. Get some rest, okay?”
She nodded and locked up after he left. It had been a while since she’d been with a man who knew how to pleasure a woman, and her pussy still tingled at the memory of his touch. She found Ace upstairs, making up the full-size bed in the larger bedroom. She showed him where the towels and soap were in the bathroom, and then he kissed her soundly and walked her out to her car.
She went home feeling a little bereft, which was silly. They weren’t taking advantage of her, and she should feel great about that. Ace had made it clear to her as he kissed her good night with his hardened cock pressed against her that although he definitely wanted her, he didn’t want to rush things. She missed them both as she heated leftovers in the microwave. Every time she thought of either of them her pussy felt a little more responsive and tingly.
To distract herself, she turned on her DVR and watched an episode of NCIS. After about fifteen minutes, Summer could no longer ignore her “hot seat.” This was not merely a postorgasmic tingle she was still experiencing. She went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. She looked at the profuse bouquet of wildflowers in the large vase on her kitchen counter, and a sinking feeling hit her.
“Please, no.”
She got out rubber gloves and lifted the flowers from the water and laid them on a dish towel. She found what she was looking for as she separated the stems. It hadn’t occurred to her to ask where he’d picked the flowers.
“Damn, damn, damn.”
She ran to the bathroom and started a hot shower. She had to get the oil from the poison oak vines off of her. She’d barely touched the bouquet, but where it had brushed her wrist the rash had already appeared. Looking in the mirror she realized what she thought was a residual blush from the afternoon’s activities was actually the beginning of poison oak rash. He’d picked the flowers and had his hands all over her.
“Holy shit!”
She’d had poison oak rash before, and Dr. Guthrie had told her everyone was allergic to it, but she was especially sensitive. She knew what to expect. The extremely itchy, painful rash and blisters. Summer heaved a sigh of relief as she found the poison oak remedy left from her most recent exposure in the medicine cabinet.
After taking a very careful, thorough, hot shower she got out and dried off. In the full-length mirror she checked herself and could see the trail of the rash already, up and down her legs, her hips, and her mound. It was everywhere Kemp had touched her with his hands, which he’d been unable to wash since she’d let it be known he was to stay away from her. She’d received full-strength exposure to the urushiol in the plant leaves from him. Her pussy was now tingling in a most unpleasant way. The rash was also developing on her cheeks, jaw, chin, and even around her eyes from sniffing the bouquet. She carefully applied the poison oak cream to all the affecting areas, including her throbbing labia. The next few days were not going to be fun ones.