Brook is a tall, beautiful police officer from Montana visiting a friend in San Diego. Very much a modern woman who knows what she wants, she hasn't had sex in 19 days and is climbing the walls. She meets Lance, the consummate player, in a bar. Lance is a handsome Navy SEAL and used to scoring, and dumping, any girl he wants. Brook is no easy score, and she throws Lance off his game. She is lucky to discover that Lance also has a hot roommate named Paco.
CHAPTER 1: TACOS
BROOK
It's the evening after Lance and I hooked up, and I can't bear to wear the outfit I wore to the bar again. Mini skirt, mid-drift top, and fuck-me heels just don't work during the day. Lance is still asleep from our afternoon fuck fest, and I don't feel right digging through his drawers to find a t-shirt. I wonder if Paco's still around.
I wrap a towel around myself and wander down to the living room. He's hanging out watching a game.
"That's quite an outfit."
I have to giggle. "Thanks. Lance is passed out and I could use a t-shirt. Do you have one I could borrow?"
"Sure, let me grab you something."
He comes back with a soft red t-shirt. I go back to the bathroom to slip it on. Paco's on the short side, and I'm tall, so this shirt hits me at the top of my thighs. And Lance has my thong. So I'm naked underneath. But I'm pretty sure I'm covered.
I'm getting bored with Lance sleeping all the time. I remember I told Paco I'd clean up the kitchen after breakfast so I head in there. He has already cleaned everything up. I'm going to give him grief for that.
I head back to the living room and give Paco a soft punch on the shoulder. "I told you to leave the kitchen, I'd clean it." I flop down onto the sofa.
"You seemed kind of busy." I see him glance at my crotch. Oh shit, I'm not sitting very lady-like, and I'm commando. I'm sure he's getting an eyeful. But maybe he deserves it for that little comment. I move my thighs apart another half inch, just to make sure he didn't miss anything.
He had caught me cooking breakfast naked, when I didn't realize Lance had a roommate. So I tease him, "I'm never too busy to get naked and clean up a kitchen. Or cook in it, for that matter."
He laughs, "Yeah, I noticed."
"Speaking of cooking, it's almost dinner. Are you getting hungry?"
"I could eat. What do you like?"
He had told me his mom taught him to cook TexMex dishses. "I would love to try something your mom taught you how to cook." I think to myself, 'If he says tacos, then we're doing this naked, in honor of my friend Alex, who's always sending me taco emojis when I hook up.'
"I've got stuff for tacos." I double over laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"Paco, I don't know how to tell you this, but we're going to have to cook those naked."
PACO
She's serious. She wants us to cook dinner naked. I'm not sure where this is going, and it has been way to long for me to be naked around a beautiful woman just for kicks. I'm going to end up slicing my dick off.
"How about you be naked, and I'll do the cooking?"
I can see the wheels turning in her head. "How about strip cooking. We'll both cook, but every time one of us drops something on the floor, the person who drops something has to take something off."
She's wearing one thing: my t-shirt. And I know how to make tacos without making a mess. I'm winning this game. "Deal."
We go into the kitchen, and I start showing Brook how to brown the meat and add seasonings. While I'm stirring, I have her pull out the cheese. She opens the bag to pour cheese into a bowl, the seal on the bag pops, and we have shredded cheese everywhere. She looks down and stares at the cheese covering the floor and the tops of her feet. She looks back at me, grinning from ear to ear. "Shirt off."
I lose all concentration on the meat while she reaches to the hem of my shift and slides it over her head. I didn't get a good look before because I was trying to be a gentleman, but this time I'm shamelessly gawking. Her body is toned and fit, tall and imposing. My cock is knocking into the stove and I suddenly see the reference to tacos. She is a dish, and I am very, very hungry.
I can hear the meat sizzle and pop, just like the air, and move it off the burner. I get out a small hand broom and kneel down to sweep up the cheese. When I look up, I'm starting at her bare pussy and her underboobs. For several long seconds, I can't move, and she stands and stares back down at me. "Can I help?" Yes, I think, you can lie down, spread your legs, and let me lick this cheese out of your pussy. You can get down here and suck me off. You can eat me instead of these stupid tacos. I need to slow down and relax.
"Yes, you can help. The top shelf over there has an assortment of tequilas. Why don't you pick something that looks good to you?" Nothing relaxes me like a shot of good tequila, and I seriously need to relax around this woman.
She beams, "Tequila? Fun!"
I watch her perfectly globular ass contract as she reaches up to grab a bottle and her breasts swing as she bring the bottle down. This is going to be a long dinner.
"The salt and the shot glasses are with the tequila; bring those down too." More contracting ass, more swinging breasts. I am a hopeless man.
I grab a few limes out of the fridge. I start slicing one while the other two go skittering off to the floor. Brook's looking at me with a shit-eating grin. "That's two," she says.
CHAPTER 2: TEQUILA
BROOK
Paco's t-shirt and shorts come off. So he's standing in the kitchen in striped red briefs with a raging hard-on. I can't wait for him to drop something else so I can get a solid look at him. His torso is a perfect V—all back and shoulder muscle sloping down to a delectable six-pack. His arms are bigger than they look in his shirt, and his thigh are solid muscle. These SEALs know how to take care of their bodies.
I just want to see my favorite part of the male anatomy. Judging from what he's got poking out now, I think he's doing pretty well in that department too.
He's meticulous with the remainder of his preparation, determined not to take off his briefs. At one point, I try to distract him by playing with my breasts, but he is a man on a mission and refuses to look at me.
The tacos are ready, he still has his briefs on, and he carries the plates to the table. They are fabulous, and I'm wishing I had paid more attention to how he made them.
"Paco, you can cook for me any time. These are amazing."
"Brook, you can get naked for me any time. These," he gestures to my breasts, "are amazing."
We both crack up. Either our laughter or the smell of the food finally wakes up Lance, who comes wandering out in his boxers. He looks at me butt naked and Paco in his briefs and shakes his head. "Am I seeing this right?"
"Good morning sleepy head," I laugh. "Want a taco, I mean a real taco?" Paco cracks up at my stupid joke.
"Hell yeah," insists Lance, "Paco's tacos are the best. Although yours is pretty good too."
Paco goes to fill a plate with tacos for Lance and manages to pour hot sauce on the floor. Paco looks up to see if I noticed. "I caught that Paco. Let's go, off with it."
Lance is confused so I educate him. "Whoever drops food on the floor has to take something off. That's why we're dressed—well, not dressed—like this."
Paco turns red and reaches for his waist band. "Brook, I'm not sure it's cool for me to be naked if Lance is still dressed."
Always eager to show it off, Lance grabs a chip off my plate, drops it on the floor, and says, "Done."
Lance has his boxers off before Paco has removed his briefs. Paco eases them off, and his dick pops up like it's been pussy-starved for months. I can't help but compare. Lance is huge in every direction. Paco is on the shorter side, but he's far wide. He would stretch and pull me and hurt going in, but feel magnificent once he was seated. I'm staring at him until Lance distracts me, "Looks like you two were moving on to shots."
Paco comes in with Lance's plate and a plate full of limes. It's a round table, so he sets the limes, salt and tequila in the center.
"Brook, you know how to shoot tequila?"
"Absolutely, let's do it!"
Paco pours the first round, which we shoot together. Not bad. Paco tells me, "You picked one of the better tequilas I've got. But in celebration of never having shot naked, let me pull down my best one."
He reaches up, his ass cheeks flex in perfect harmony, his dick still firm and bobbing despite itself. I look over and see that Lance's dick is pressed against the underside of the table. I'm pretty aroused myself, leaving a small pool in the chair.
Paco comes back with his favorite brand and pours the next round. "Wow, that is smooth. Can we stick with that?"
"Si bonita. Whatever makes you happy. Sorry, sometimes I talk pig-Spanish when I'm drinking."