Mimis Daddy Ch 23 The Hunt

In a burst of motion, Mimi pushed herself off of him and, stumbling, fled. He gave her a heartbeat and lept after her, tearing around the corner of the couch. Her hand brushed the bedroom doorknob as he caught her silk, and then her waist. Squealing, she bent forward, and he pulled her roughly toward him, slamming her against the wall. Pushing a hand between her legs, he growled, "You are lucky we aren't at a hotel. I wonder how long it would take you to come, knowing strangers could pass by at any moment." Eyes closed, she groaned as he pressed her to the wall and pinned one of her hands high above her head. Cheek pressed to her temple, he lifted his free hand to her lips. "Wet my fingers."

Pretty peach lips parted, swollen from kisses, when he touched them with his fingertips. Her mouth was warm and wet as she stroked his fingers with her tongue. Wicked pretty thing. As he slid the back of his hand down the center line of her body, she lifted the diaphanous fabric upward, exposing her belly and her matching panties. Adam sucked in a sharp breath. He wasn't sure he could survive discovering that she wasn't just the marrying kind, but the woman he had always dreamed of finding in his bed.

Under her panties, his wet fingertips skimmed her clit, and she stopped breathing. Leaning his weight into her, pressing her firmly to the wall, his fingertips caressed her labia. She was deliciously wet, sticky as a peach, and hot against his hand. "Step your feet apart." Her breath released sharply.

Without complaint, she stepped her bare feet apart. Heat burned in his body. This woman was an innocent, and he wanted to spin her around and fuck her against the wall. Resting his cheek against her temple, he touched her until he found her rhythm and her sweet body started to rock with his touch. Just under her breasts, she gathered her nightgown in a fist with her free hand, the back of her knuckles pressing into him. One of her thighs trembled against his own. "That's it, good girl. Come in my hand."

With the back of her head against the wall, she cried out, "Adam!"

"Go on. I won't let you fall. Take all the time you need." He let go of the hand he held above her head and she left it against the wall. Sliding an arm around her, he kept her in place as her body vibrated, winding taunt. One of her knees buckled when her orgasm hit her. Wild and arching, she jerked in his arms as her whole body shook violently while she barked out breathy cries. After she went limp, he drew his touch away from her sex to let her catch her breath.

When her eyes fluttered open, he smiled at her and tasted her orgasm on his fingertips. When she turned her face to the side and couldn't look at him, he bent and scooped her up into his arms, cradling her as she pressed her face into his shoulder. He kicked the barely open door to her bedroom open. Half a second more and she would have made it inside. Adam walked to the bed and tossed her onto it. Mimi squealed as she landed. "You better get those panties off if you don't want me to rip them," he said as he pulled his shirt roughly up and over his head.

Flushed and a little unsteady, she pushed her sticky panties down her curvy legs. The slip of silk fluttered to the floor as he unfastened his jeans.

With their clothes intermingled on the floor, she looked at his raging erection and a little smile curved her lips. When she started to say something, he gripped her ankles and pulled her closer to the end of the bed, and flipped her over onto her belly. She weighed nothing, compared to the materials he regularly handled at work. Her thick, delicious thighs rested against the side of the bed. With a flick of his fingers, the babydoll gown floated upward. As she giggled into the bed, he stroked his hands over the shapes of her hips and the curve of her bottom. He leaned over her and settled one hand on her back, pushing her into the bed. "Do you know how hard it is not to just take your hips in my hands and fuck you?

The wicked little minx arched her bottom toward him, hollowing her lower back. Adam sank his hands into the bed on either side of her and pressed his hips against her bottom, letting her feel how much he wanted her. Groaning, the wicked creature rolled herself against his throbbing cock, slicking him wet as he pressed between her thighs. "Jesus, girl, you tempt a man." One hand on her hip, he nestled the head of his cock against her center. "Are you sore?"

"No," she spoke into the bed.

"Are you lying?"

She giggled under him. "Maybe." When he pressed in, her amusement cut short with a gasp. Easing back and forward, teeth gritted with restraint, he gave her body time to adjust. Toes sliding against the carpet, she twisted her round hips. When he finally rested fully inside her, she moaned so low that he could feel the vibration in his chest against her back. Pausing to breathe, he looked down at her yielding body and how he speared into her, and a shudder moved through him. "You don't know how pretty you look with my cock deep inside you." She peeked at him over her shoulder, and he drew back and pushed forward firmly. Her blue eyes rolled upward with pleasure as he began rocking into her.

***

The sheets were half off the bed as they lay curled together. Toying with a curl of her hair, Adam said, "I hadn't known you would be so addictive."

Placing a kiss on his bare chest, she said, "I didn't know I would like sex."

"Do you?"

"Yes." She bit the curve of his peck. "Can we do it again?"

He tilted her face up toward him. "You don't need to walk until Sunday. I don't see why not."

***

Mimi...

Saturday, at the Spa

Mimi ducked behind the lockers as a spa attendant made her way down the hall. "Adam, I'm the only one here." Why was Adam working on the Saturday before their wedding?

"Jen and Sarah will be there soon. Why don't you have some hot tea?"

"They offered me a mimosa. It's not even ten yet. Is that normal?"

"Perfectly. Enjoy yourself."

"I'd enjoy myself more if you were here."

"I have to catch up at work, cupcake. And Sarah wanted a girls' day, remember? The office has been busier than ever since Jen's social media stunt caught fire. The guys aren't used to me taking time off."

"I understand. We are going to hire one of our teen volunteers to help with the online correspondence for a few hours a week. I've narrowed the candidates down to two possibilities." Mimi rested her shoulders against the bank of metal lockers. "I miss you."

"It's only been two days, pretty girl. You will see me all day tomorrow."

"I know, but I'm feeling like a fake bride right now. Everyone wants to make a fuss."

"Where are you waiting? Will you be able to see Sarah when they come in? And no mimosas for her."

"I'm hiding in the locker room. They wanted me to put on a robe. I got here early." She lowered her voice. "What do I do if they keep bringing me mimosas?"

"Drink them. Use them to fortify yourself. You love spending time with Jen, and Sarah is a sweet kid. Have fun today."

Mimi took a huge breath. "What if people find out that we are doing this for reasons besides love?"

"We wouldn't be the first. Pick the salt scrub over the mud mask."

"Why?"

"On second thought, don't. I don't know if I can resist sneaking over to your house if your skin is baby soft."

Sliding her hand up her arm, Mimi suggested, "My parents were at the courthouse. They won't complain."

"They may not, but I'm working late tonight and you need your rest. There will be pictures tomorrow."

With her fingertip, she toyed with a red curl and tucked it behind her ear. "I don't care."

"I can't leave Sarah alone. Marge has already offered to watch her tomorrow night."

"But..."

"No buts. Enjoy your day."

Jen's laughter rang out, clear and familiar, down the hallway as they ended their call. Clutching her robe at the throat, holding it modestly together, Mimi claimed a mimosa from the table and stuck her head out of the dressing room door. Jen was beaming, a glass of bubbly held in one hand and a robe thrown over her arm as she and Sarah approached.

"There you are!" Jen gestured with her glass and said, "Look who I found at the front desk." Sarah was wide eyed as she took in the high ceilings and the fancy details.

Reaching out to stroke the embossed wallpaper, Sarah said, "I've always wanted to come here."

Mimi took a sip of her mimosa. Orange flavor sparkled across her tongue like laughter.

Jen nodded, "Me too, kid. This joint is out of my regular budget. Let's not miss a minute. I bet I can get changed into my robe faster than you can."

As they were picking out lockers, a reserved and smiling attendant joined them. "Are you ready to begin with your massages?"

Sarah beamed. "Oh heck yeah, it won't take me a second to change."

"Don't forget to put your things in one of the lockers." Mimi reminded her, "And don't leave your purse in the dressing room."

"I won't."

As the dressing room doors latched, the attendant asked, "Are you ready, Mam?"

Gathering her courage, Mimi downed the rest of her mimosa. "As ready as I will ever be."

***

Left alone in the dimly lit massage room, Mimi considered the padded table. Which way did her feet go? There was a crescent shape that might be for a face. The attendant had told her to remove her robe and lay on the table under the sheet. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

After tossing her robe onto a chair, she slid out of her slippers and eased under the sheet. The sheets were warm and the calming music made it impossible not to melt into the table and relax. She was almost asleep when a graceful woman stepped into the room and introduced herself. Because she explained each step as she went, Mimi gave herself over to the woman's capable hands and lay there brainless and content. There was no reason to worry about tomorrow. They had made their bed when they signed the marriage license. Adam was going to save his mother's house, and she was going to own a farm. She released a deep sigh and let go of her fears.

With a gentle shake of her shoulder, the attendant woke her up gently. It took her a moment to orient and understand what she was asking.

"Salt scrub or clay mask?"

Mimi mumbled, "Salt scrub."

***

With her skin glowing, Mimi headed to the giant pools, fresh from a hot shower. One hand holding her damp hair and towel in place on top of her head, she stared up at the column of fire rising in a glass tube in the sitting room just outside the entrance to the heated pool. She had been instructed to shower and then enter the large bath naked. Jen and Sarah were to join her.

Uncertain about being nude in front of others, Mimi planned to keep a towel around her for the communal bathing part of the day. After she placed her robe on the hook, Mimi claimed a fresh towel from the stack and wound it around her torso. Steam rose from the waist deep water. Glittering tiles outlined two sleek mermaids cavorting with ocean creatures along the far wall. She had never seen a more beautiful bath. The sound of moving water and the low soothing music were hypnotic. By the time Jen came in, Mimi had settled comfortably on an underwater bench with a jet of water pulsing against her lower back.

Opening one eye, Mimi watched her best friend toss her towel onto a chair and brazenly splash into the hot water naked as the day she arrived on the planet. Her honey skin glowed in the light as she swam across the wide pool.

Jen rolled onto her back with a contented sigh and began to float. "That was amazing. My masseuse was named Paul."

"Massage Therapist." Mimi said sleepily.

"Was yours as hunky as mine?"

"Mine was a woman, a talented one." Mimi lifted her hands out of the water and made grabby motions. "With wonderful hands of iron." She let her toweled head rest back against the wall. "Thank the heavens."

"I thought about slipping him my massage therapist my number."

"I hope you didn't."

"No. He is at work, and anyway, what are the chances that a guy that pretty is strait."

Robe draped over her arm, Sarah came in with her towel wrapped around her. She didn't bat a lash at Jen's nudity. Mimi gestured her closer. "How was your massage?"

"Fantastic." Sarah looked from one woman to the other and left her own towel on as she stepped down into the water to soak.

***

With decadent pleasure, Mimi claimed another tea sandwich. Her toes were a perfect shell pink, and her fingertips sported a crisp French tip manicure. Puffed, pampered and painted, she felt like a princess. Jen tugged her from her comfortable seat and Sarah steered her toward the beautician's chair. "You guys, I've been pampered enough."

Jen clucked her tongue. "You are getting married tomorrow and your hair is just a crazy pile of curls."

"I like my style."

Sarah said, "I like it too, but with a trim and some deep conditioning, they will look even prettier."

Allowing herself to be led, she lifted the back of her hand to hide a lazy yawn. She could use a nap. Being spoiled had made her tired. Or it could be the four mimosas. Maybe no one would notice if she had a little snooze in the beautician's chair.