Ella stared at Paula's fanny, and found herself thinking of Rita's. Paula turned around, unembarrassed at presenting her nest of sable curls.
"You expect a spanking?" Ella asked, the girl's muff bringing Rita's to mind Ella's clit pulsed.
"Well…" Paula shrugged.
"Your behavior made me think about that," Ella said, seeking to put her arousal aside. "But you're a bit old for a spanking. If you continue playing the hard-ass, I think you'll find yourself an outcast – at best. If that's what you want…"
"That's all?" Paula asked after a few moments.
"Yeah," Ella said wearily, and she watched Paula pull her pants up and leave the office. The girl had seemed almost disappointed, and Ella wondered if she truly felt she had a spanking coming, or got off on spankings, or if she had intended to use it to arouse and compromise her. The latter seemed the most probable, and Ella shook her head sadly, wishing she knew how to get through to the girl. Letting out her breath, she stood up, and moved to the window, which looked out on the pool area.
At the corner of the pool, Rita leaned against the side, her eyes staring over the folded forearms. Surprised, Ella wondered how long Rita had been there, the pulse of her clit picking up again.
Rita put her hands to the sides of the pool, and, pushed herself up onto her arms, her shoulders high, her pectorals accented. The water ran down over her round tits, her nipples standing out from her water-tightened nipples, and down her belly. Her eyes remaining on Ella's, Rita slowly shifted her weight to one side, and one shapely leg came up, her foot curving to the edge. She dropped back, and pushed herself up, throwing her weight onto her raised foot and the hand closest to it. Ella's tits rose and fell against the shirtdress, her breathing shallow. Rita stood at the corner of the pool, her legs akimbo, the sunlight gleaming from her tanned flesh. Water spilling, from the Y of her muff, she brushed her bangs back, and slowly turned.
With a languid walk, Rita moved around the pool, her arms swinging lightly at her sides, her full ass cheeks rocking from side to side. Ella found it hard to swallow as she watched the girl open the supply cabinet beside the pool. Rita took a face mask, snorkel and fins from the cabinet, and she picked up her tank top from nearby, and put it on. Her jeans nowhere about, she carried the diving items away with her without looking back.
Ella knew where the girl was going, and she stood staring after her, debating with herself. Chewing at her lower lip, she closed her eyes, and found that all she was conscious of was Rita going down to the beach wearing only the tank top, and of the pulse of her clit.
She moistened her lips, and turned toward her bedroom, unaware of her movements, acting. like a sleepwalker as she began to unbutton the shirt-dress. She stood naked in the middle of the room, staring off, the only sound coming from a wall clock,
Smiling, she realized the excitement and anticipation she was feeling. She moved to the chest of drawers, and then to the closet, deciding what to wear down to the beach where Rita had gone.
Shortly after that, she stood at the top of the stairs leading down to the beach, a sailing cap pulled down over her hair, a blouse tied beneath her breasts, and wearing an ankle length wraparound skirt that the sea breeze pressed against her legs, and out from behind her. Below, she could see a few of the girls sunbathing, a few others out in the surf, and she could see the footprints going down the beach to the outcroppings of weathered rocks that marked the turn in the beach.
Smiling as she moved down the stairs, Ella looked at the girls, seeing Kay and Lori out in the surf, Margerie and several others stretched out on the sand, the sun shining from their oiled bodies. The sky clear but for a few patches of white toward the horizon, she began to move toward the outcroppings of rock, following Rita's footprints without looking at them. Lori waved from the water, and she waved back, giving the girl a mellow smile.
Then the girls were behind her, the roar of the surf and the roar of her blood merging within her ears. The wraparound skirt flapped in the wind, revealing one shapely leg as she continued down the beach. Ahead, Rita was coming out of the water, wearing the face mask and flippers, the snorkel in her hand. The tank top clung wetly to her tits and upper stomach.
Rita pushed the face mask up atop her head, dropping the snorkel, and she lowered herself to the sand, sitting down to remove the flippers. Continuing toward her, Ella watched Rita lift one knee and then the other high as she took off the flippers. Rita turned, rising onto her knees, and Ella saw the light sand clinging to her plush ass cheeks, pale against her tan.
Rita glancing toward her, Ella came to a stop a few feet away, turning to look out to sea, Rita's eyes following hers out to the whitecaps. The tide going out, the waves broke and spread out in a thinning veil over the sand, sliding up a few inches from Ella's feet. Clouds were building along the horizon.
"Should be.a beautiful sunset," Ella said, her voice just audible over the surf.
"Yes," Rita nodded, the sea breeze drying her hair as it fanned Ella's back.
Ella took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and she moved her hands to her skirt. Rita remained sitting back against her heels, which pressed the bases of her nether cheeks out. Ella opened the wraparound skirt, and it started to slide down from her hips when the breeze caught it, furling it back and away. They both looked toward the skirt as it drifted back across the beach. Rita's eyes moved to the woman's rounded hips, which angled down and back, thrusting the rich ass cheeks toward her.
Ella slowly turned toward Rita. Beads. of water still clinging to her muff, the girl's flesh was almost dry. She moved her eyes up Ella's shapely legs to the dark-brown curlings at the juncture of her full thighs. Her eyes moving up the firm curve of Ella's stomach with its deepset navel, Rita began to peel the wet tank top up from her own stomach.
Her nipples indenting the ribbed cotton, Rita's areolas made dark circles against the wet cloth. Her arms lifting, she was looking into Ella's hazel eyes. The cloth slipped from the orbs of her tits, and she slid it over her head The slender nipples stood out erect as she drew the tank top from her arms.
Looking at Rita's tanned body, Ella lifted her hands to where her shirt was tied, and she opened it. The lower half of the shirt waved in the breeze, the upper half pressing against the rise and fall of her tits. Her fingers slipped the two fastened buttons free of their eyelets, and the shirt blew open, curving against her upper arms, and Rita, looked at the full globes of Ella's breasts, the pegs of Ella's nipples standing out hard from the discs of her areolas.
Ella took an unsteady step forward, and she knelt beside Rita, her knees even with the girl's hips. Rita raised her hands, and she slipped the shirt from the woman's shoulders, her fingers then following the curves of her shoulders up into her neck. Ella watched her, her breath catching at the touch of the girl's long fingers. Looking into Ella's eyes, Rita slid the sleeves down past Ella's elbows, and then lifted her hands to the high sloped globes of her breasts. Ella's eyes closed, and her lips parted.
Moving her fingertips over Ella's chest, Rita curved her hands to the outsides of the lush tits. She leaned forward, and her full, pouted lips brushed against the silky warmth of the flesh Ella's body arched, her cant tightening as Rita gently caressed her swollen breasts, the girl's lips drifting over them, and around the burning rises of her nipples.
Ella lifted her hands, the shirt holding her elbows to her sides, and the tips of her fingers moved up Ella's sides, and to the outsides of her tits. Rita's bangs shifting against the tops of Ella's breasts, Rita moved her lips in toward the cocoa-tan pegs of the woman's nipples, her hands shifting against the outsides of the firm globes.
One hand against the side of the girl's stomach, the other was, at her shoulder. She pushed the face mask back with her chin, and it bounced against the sand as she kissed the downy nape of Rita's neck. The girl's lips moved over one burning nipple, and Ella's mouth widened against her neck, her tongue shifting against the soft shallow at the base of her skull.
Rita's full lips moved over the erect pegs, and opened around them, her tongue flowing against their tips. Ella's hand dropped from Rita's side to her thigh, the hand at her shoulder tightening. The girl's lips tightening and loosening, her tongue spun around Ella's nipples, her hands pressing Ella's tits in against one another. Her furrow tightening and loosening, Ella's legs shifted against the sand, and her mouth lifted from Rita's nape as a little cry escaped her lips, an orgasm flowering with her roiling depths.
Ella's hand moved up Rita's thigh, and she slid her thumb through the soft curlings of the girl's damp nest, feeling the fullness of her mound above her closed thighs. Rita leaned back, her lips lifting from Ella's nipples, and the breeze touched the damp pegs, sending a tingling through Ella's tits as she and the girl looked into one another's lidded eyes.
Ella's hands slipped down as Rita removed the shirt from her arms, and their arms went around one another, their opened lips pressing together around the swirlings of their tongues. Murmuring into each other's mouth, they kissed deeply, their knees burrowing into the sand as they lifted up onto them, their toes curling down into the sand.
Their hands slid down over each other's ass, spreading wide, and their fingers indented the full cheeks as they drew together. The slender nipples of the girl flicked against the woman's pegs, and their tits pressed together. Their hands tightening against each other's fanny, their fingertips pressed down against the center bases of the cheeks as the top of their muffs rubbed together.
Their breathing ragged, they leaned to the side, and dropped to the sand. Ella slid her leg between Rita's, her thigh sliding up between the girl's, and against her fevered mound, feeling the dampness of her slit. Rita shifted her hip against Ella's nook, and squirmed her thigh up against it.
Their lips pulled to the sides, sliding apart, both breathing in gasps as their cunnies tightened and loosened against one another's legs. They shifted from their waists,. rubbing their tits together. Rita's eyes closed, her hips bucking as her thighs gripped Ella's leg tightly, her nook spasming against it. Ella looked with warned entrancement at the girl's expression of rapture, her own bog quaking as the girl's thigh twisted and vibrated against it. Her eyes closed, her face lifting, and they held one another tightly as they shook in their climax, the movements of their bodies pushing the sand out from under them.
They stiffened, their breaths catching, and they shook together at the peak of their coming. Their lungs heaving, the tension seeped out of their muscles, and they smiled sleepily at one another as they lay stroking each other's hair. The sun was moving toward the horizon, the clouds turning gold and crimson, and the light tinted their flushed bodies as they looked out to sea.
Pushing up onto one elbow, Ella looked down into Rita's eyes, and touched a kiss to the pouty lips, one hand moving over the girl's stomach. Rita slid her fingers through Ella's hair. The woman moved her lips down to the pert globes of Rita's tits, kissing the firm rises. Rita's heel pressed against her head, her fingers pulling against her scalp as she twisted on the sand, her body arching up.
Ella's legs slid out from Rita as she cupped the breast closest to her, holding it as she kissed the slender nipple, her other hand moving down over the girl's pliant belly. Rita's heels pulled upward, plowing the sand, and her free hand clutched Ella's hat, which had blown off earlier. She groaned as Ella's tongue flicked at her nipple, the woman's lips collaring it. Ella moved her hand to the other tit, the soft inside of her forearm sliding over the tops of both orbs. Rita groaned as Ella sucked at her nipple, licking its tip, her hand caressing her other tit while the thumb and forefinger rolled the nipple.
Ella turned her hips, her legs curled out from the side of the girl, and she slid her fingers down into the light-brown curlings, Rita's hips arching, her knees lifted high. Ella tightened her lips as she pulled them from Rita's nipple, and the girl groaned as it popped free. Continuing to knead the ripe orb of the girl's breast, Ella kissed her tight belly, her lips moving down to the lip of flesh over Rita's navel. Rita's hand slid down Ella's back as she turned her tongue in the girl's navel, her face moving against her stomach, and Rita moved her hand from the hat to Ella's head.
The girl rolled from side to side, pressing deeper in the sand as Ella kissed her abdomen and hips, her arm moving against the inside of Rita's thigh as her fingers slid down over the Y of Rita's nest. Ella's tits rubbed against Rita's stomach and hip, her hand pressing the girl's raised thigh out to the side as she kissed the raised tendon at its inner top. Rita's hand moved over Ella's tush, and she turned from the waist, the other hand moving to Ella's ass as she gripped the woman's thigh, her wrist against her mound.
Ella kissed the bare outside of Rita's mound, her cheek brushing the soft curls. Rita drew Ella's hips up toward her, and she opened the woman's legs, kissing them. Ella murmured against Rita's muff, her lips. moving against the curls, and she kissed the girl's tender slot. Rita gripped her legs, and pressed her lips to Ella's dewy furrow, inhaling deeply of her scent.
The sunset tinted their bodies in amber. Their hands moved over one another's thighs as they turned onto their sides, and they kissed each other's slit, their tongues lapping at the wet furls of one another's lips, the richness of their nectar bathing one another's taste buds. Their tongues turned in the sheaths of their cants, sliding and turning against the wet silk sleekness. Their faces flushed, they moaned into each other's steamy cleft, their tits rubbing against each other's belly, their legs stretching and curling.
The sunset turned the veil of water cerise, the outgoing waves tinged with gold. The woman and the girl rolled from side to side, their hands moving over each other's thighs and ass as they turned their mouths in each other's hive, their depths reverberating with raptures. Their legs pushed out, their feet sliding through the sand, their bodies arched against one another, their bellies undulating against each other's breasts. Their brains spinning, they moved their mouths up to the pulsing pearls of each other's clit, and they cried out against them, their cries of ecstasy rising above the roar of the surf that crashed in gold and then spread up and out in cerise as the tanned bodies of the women shook upon the amber tinted sand.
Ella pressed her tongue against the girl's apex, tightening and loosening it in a steady rhythm, her breathing strained as she fought to concentrate, her own ecstasies overpowering her as Rita sucked at her large clit, the tip of her tongue moving against it.
The horizon cut the blazing circle of the sun in half, the reflection spreading toward the women, the clouds above them tinged with the crimson hue, the sand turned to bronze. Rita cried out, her body shaking against Ella's as her cunt spasmed against the woman's mouth, the pulse of her clit a soaring high note of joy that echoed throughout her as the woman's tongue continued to flex. The girl's tongue lashed at the bud of Ella's clit, sparking the swollen ember, and a flesh fire went through the woman, sending her into the whirlpool of her climax.
They rolled from side to side as they came, their climaxes extended as their tongues and mouths continued to move, Ella's responses to Rita's mouthings heightening Rita's, and causing her to heighten Ella's, their orgasmic rushed intensifying as their comings ricocheted back and forth.
The top of the sun going from sight, the clouds above were turned a blood-red that bathed everything, including the woman and the girl, carnal fatigue leaving them limp. Unable to muster the energy to turn around or to lift their heads, they rested their cheeks on one another's thighs, basking in their satiation and in the now lavender light, the surf sounding softly.
Standing at his window as the sun went down, Wayne, wondered why Lori had not given him an opportunity to go down on her. Smiling at the memory of being with her at the pond, he looked up as lights began to go on in rooms across the way, golden rectangles in the amber-tinted courtyard. A girl painted her nails, listening to her roomie, the other girl taking a break from writing something, her areolas and nipples appearing as pink blushes against the thin stuff of her bra. Two other girls were washing their hair, one then rolling it as they talked, their lithe bodies clad in molding underwear, and in lacy panties and bras that provided veiled views of their breasts and their muffs.
Hearing something, he turned around, looking across the dimly lit room to see someone silhouetted in the open doorway. The door closed, and he tried to make out the figure standing there, the light outside going to gold, and only slightly illuminating the room. The girl had wheat-blonde hair parted in the center. Pushed back behind her ears, it fell past her slightly wide shoulders. Her face a long oval, there were slender, dark brown eyebrows above jet-black eyes with long lashes, her lidded eyes staring into his, giving the impression of sensual sadness. Her mouth full, her upper lip was a degree long, her plump lips parted above her blunt, lightly cleft chin.
Her lightly tanned flesh warmed by the indirect light of the sunset which turned her yellow T-shirt bright gold. Long-limbed, she wore a pair of bellbottomed denim pants, her feet bare. His eyes adjusted to the light and he looked at her questioningly, the building silent but for the hum of plumbing somewhere downstairs.
“I'm Fiona," she said, her voice soft. "I'm Lori's roommate."
"Yes," he nodded.
"She said that she thought you might… feel you wanted to… reciprocate," she said, and dampened her lips.
"Reciprocate?"
"That's the right word, isn't it?" she asked uncertainly. "For returning a favor?"
"Yeah," he smiled, his rod shifting as it began to go hard.
"Anyway…" she shrugged, her out pointing nipples moving against her T-shirt.
"She told you then," he smiled.
"Yeah," she grinned, and the impression of sadness was dispelled, but not that of sensuality. "About how she sucked your cock," she added, her nervousness easing.
"Yes, she was right," he said.
"Well, she said I could, uh, collect in her place."
"She doesn't like to be gone down on?"
"Oh, sure," Fiona laughed. `But she figures you'll still want to scarf her bog, anyway, and that… I might like it," she shrugged with a shy smile.
"And so would I," he said, his tool pressing his pants leg out.
"Maybe you should be sure," she said, and she sucked her full lower lip in for a moment, her teeth pressing against it, and she slid the T-shirt up from the firm length of her stomach and her subtle waist, and over the full breadths of her breasts.
Her rounded nipples lifted out from rounded, nearly invisible areolas. She turned from side to side, and he inhaled deeply at the sight of her. She slowly unzipped the bellbottoms, and she eased them down. Her long torso narrowed into her waist, her girlish hips high. She eased the pants down from the tops of her long, full thighs, and from the wispy curls of her low-set nest. She straightened, letting the pants drop to the floor, and stepped out of them. She turned, presenting him with a view of her round ass cheeks, and sat back on his bed, her eyes on the bulge of his rod.
The T-shirt still up above her tits, she slid back on the bed, supporting her head with her hands. Her legs apart, his eyes moved down from her muff to her slit, the now amber light illuminating the flecks of down at her mound, and upon her thighs.
He moved toward her, and she let her hands slide out to the sides of her head, the T-shirt pulling down over her tits. He stood looking down at her, and he leaned forward. Her eyes widened questioningly as he reached out, and then she grinned broadly as he slid the T-shirt up from her breasts, and she raised up, her arms lifting as he removed it.
Her fingers curled together at her mouth, her forearms against the plump pectorals that flowed into her tits, and she looked at him from under dark lashes, her shapely legs shifting upon the bed. Dropping the T-shirt aside, he leaned forward onto his hands, which were to either side of her, and he kissed her fingers. Her cheeks dimpling, she slid her hands out from her mouth, resting them to the insides of her shoulder's rounded points.
He kissed her face unhurriedly, moving his lips over her cheeks and forehead, and cupping them to her eyes. She murmured happily, and he kissed the soft fullness of her mouth. Her hands bunched, pulling against her shoulders, and her lips parted against his. Her fingertips touched his cheeks, and her tongue floated with his, sliding softly over it as it furled and turned within her mouth. Her eyes closed, and she held his face in her hands as she turned her lips against his, a little murmur escaping, and she pressed her ankles in against the outsides of his thighs, rubbing his slacks against them as their kiss continued on.
Their breaths fluttering against one another's lips, he lifted his face, and looked down into the indigo pools of her lidded eyes for a moment. Then he pushed back a little off his hands, her fingers moving up into his hair, and he kissed the breadths of her out-pointing tits. Her head turned against the bed, her full lips parted as heat simmered within her breasts.
He kissed the pink. pearls of her nipples, turning his lips around them, just making contact as his tongue flowed over them. She groaned, her feet sliding up and down his thighs and hips, her legs tightening along with her cunny. His lips moved from breast to breast, from nipple to nipple, the light fading until there was only moonlight coming through the windows to illuminate them.
His knees against the side of the bed, he moved his hands to her sides as he moved his lips down over the length of her contoured belly, his hands following the tapering of her torso forward to the handholds of her waist, and then into the hips that tapered into her thighs. Her hips rocked atop the bed, but he had his body arched so that her loins did not touch him as he kissed her stomach and the button of her navel.
He stepped back as he kissed the curving of her stomach into her abdomen, and his hands held her hips firmly to slide them toward the edge of the bed. Her Achilles tendons pressed against the backs of his legs, her knees pointed out and up. Her fanny at the edge of the bed, he slid his hands back up to her waist, his thumbs sliding against the supple tendons curving down and forward at her sides, his fingers sliding over them and pressing against the dimples at the small of her back. He kissed her hips and the tops of her thighs, and began to go down to one knee, her gasping murmurs of arousal the only sounds in the room.
As he lowered himself, the hacks of his thighs and then his buttocks slid down and past her heels. His forearms sliding against the insides of her spread thighs, he moved his hands down and under her legs, and back to her hips. He turned his face, and he began to slowly kiss the taut insides of her thighs, licking the flecks of down and the lifted tendons that seemed to point toward her under slung cunny.
She licked at her full lips, her head turning against the bed as his kisses moved to the very tops of her thighs. Her heels pulled over his back, and pressed against his sides, his hands moving back to keep her thighs from pressing in against his head. Her hands tightened in the bedding as his lips moved down over the under curves of her rounded ass cheeks. Then his mouth was gliding over her light brown nest, and she gasped as the hairs shifted.
His lips pressed down against her muff, and he moved his mouth over it, his tongue flowing against her swollen pubes, his kisses coming closer and closer to her flexing slit. Her back arched, her head pressing hack against the bed, her long arms tensing as her fists clutched the bedspread. His lips touched the hairs half-concealing her splay, and her feet gripped his tighter. His lips shifted, and the hairs moved against the burning lips. Her breath caught, the pulse of her clit deepening.
His lips touched her cunt lips, tightening and loosening as he moved them up and down the dewy crevice, and she gasped, her depths expanding and contracting as her cut's pulse deepened His lips moved up and down, up and down. Her thighs trembled atop – his shoulders and against his cheeks. She moaned softly as the caressing rise and fall of his lips continued, and she cried out, waves of joy surging through her. And he continued to kiss her, his tongue now drifting in the sleek pinkness of her cleave.
She moaned, turning back and forth from the wait, her raised hands pulling the covers up around her arms and over her stomach. The contractions and expansions of her depths become more intense, and his tongue began to move up into her. The flarings of her clit quickened, orgasmic rushes shaking her. She rolled from side to side, her hips bouncing atop the bed. His tongue flicked up just under her clit, and swam back down in her fevered quiver. She sobbed, the orgasms overpowering her, the contractions and expansions merging, and she was coming, her mind filled with brightness as her body bucked and writhed.
The ecstasy engulfed her, and she lost awareness of her actions, or her words. Then, as her head began to clear a little, and the convulsions of her depths began to ease, she became aware that he was still kissing her drenched nook, his tongue still flowing within her. Her mouth dry, her throat was constricted. Her fevered body twisted, and she tried to speak but couldn't. His tongue moved up over her clit, stroking the burning node, and she cried out breathlessly, the sound fading as the air left her lungs.
His tongue moved up and down lazily, painting her clit with rapture, and the convulsions of her depths returned, but multiplied, the orgasms more intense, and there was only the pleasure flooding her mind and body, sweeping over her in quickening waves, her every nerve ending ablaze. Her head and back lifted from the bed, her eyes widening but seeing nothing but the brightness flashing behind them, the climax building, vibrating faster and faster, shaking her, and she inhaled hoarsely, the crescendo lifting her into sheer bliss.
Her legs dropped limply over his shoulders, and she fell back to the bed Her tits rising and falling, she gasped for breath, her cunny still spasming against his mouth as he touched tender kisses to her flushed cunt lips.
His head swimming, he leaned back, and forced his eyes open. He moved his eyes up from her box, over her breasts with their rounded nipples, and looked at her flushed face and her expression of satiation. He touched a kiss to her clit, and pushed up onto unsteady legs, his head filled with her fragrance. With a sleepy smile, she looked up at him.
"That was… a nice present Lori gave me," she murmured.
"Gave you?" he asked with a surprised expression, and they both smiled.
"I -I'd like to…" she began.
"But?"
"But since I got this first, maybe Lori should ball with you first – before me," she smiled.
"Then I'll have to see about getting together with her soon, won't I?"
"You're sweet," she said, blushing lightly, and she pushed up onto her elbows, the tangled covers pulled up over one hip her only covering.
"No," he said, and drew his tongue over his lips, "it's you that's sweet."
Grinning, she took his hands, and he drew her up and onto her feet. Her arms around him, she leaned her head against his chest as her legs steadied, and she shifted her hip against the hard rise of his tool.
"Oh, you're…" she said with alarm, and looked up at him.
"I'll keep it for when we get together," he smiled, his hands cupping her ass cheeks, and he leaned down as she pushed onto her toes.
Their tongues moved together, their lips joined tightly, her body shifting against him. She tilted her head back, and they smiled.
"Guess I'd better get going, or else Lori won't be first," she said, and he watched her pick up her jeans. She sat down, and drew them up her legs as she grinned at him.
"What?" he asked, and she sucked her plump lower lip.
"Could I see it? I mean, Lori's done that."
"Sure," he laughed, and he opened his pants, her eyes on his hand as he gripped his engorged cock, and drew it free.
"Yeah," she nodded, eyeing his tool as it thrust out and up, "Lori described it perfectly. You know," she blinked, looking up as she stood, "Lori sucked you off first, so…"
We'll save that too," he smiled
"You're sure?" she asked earnestly as she zipped and fastened the pants.
"Um-m-m, yeah," he shrugged, and they both chuckled.
She slipped the T-shirt on, and he moved to the door with her. They kissed again without hurry, and she finally slipped out. He inhaled deeply, and slowly let it out as he turned back toward the bed, his hands moving to put his prod back in his pants.
"Sure you want to put that away yet?" a voice asked, and he spun around to see that someone was seated in a darkened corner of the room in the easy chair. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he smiled as he realized that it was Ella seated there looking at his rigid staff.