Dear Readers,
I can hardly believe that six months have passed since the last installment. I don't take your interest in this story, or your comments or emails for granted.
However it is very important that each post that I share capture the unique dynamic of these two characters. Erotica is important but I always want it to be shrouded in the love that these two share.
Sometimes that requires me to take a break until it becomes apparent what the underlying emotional story these two are telling with their erotic connection.
For example you will find below a story about so much more than strip poker. If I find that I have written a passage between the two of them and it only results in steamy sex then I often will rewrite my work.
So, my apologies for the delay. I appreciate everyone who enjoys reading about these two. Stay tuned and I will keep you informed along their erotic journey.
I don't feel like these two have that much more to say but we will see.
Thanks for the support.
Mich80New.
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Lynne was hungry, and she was glad it was time for them to eat. He opened the lid on the pizza box. She didn't want to smother Leif, but she loved being in his arms. She pulled her chair as close to him as she possibly could. He murmured, lovingly,
"Silly girl, come here, I know you wanna," and scooped her off into his arms.
He picked up a slice of cheese pizza like a caveman, blowing on the corner to make it cool, readying it for his lips.
Lynne looked at him mischievously and the slice that he was preparing to nibble, cooling it off with his breath first, and chomped down hard.
"Greedy little monster," he said playfully swatting her butt as Lynne pulled the delicious string of cheese with her mouth.
He blew on the slice more, and Lynne thought he'd take to eating it, but instead he was feeding it to her.
She nibbled at it some more, before breaking off and grabbing another slice.
"I see how it is. You only like to nibble at my slices to see how far you can get, and whether your husband is gonna get pissed at you. You know that I love you and spoil you so much, I'm not gonna get after you for stealing a slice even if you are a cute little pizza stealing gremlin," said Leif playfully.
He nuzzled her hair with his nose and Lynne just glowed with warmth.
Using none of the caution Leif had used, in blowing off the pizza, she chomped down hard on the pizza, before shrieking violently, turning the molten hot slice over, and over again in her mouth and being forced to gulp down beer quickly to cool off her mouth.
Leif got that delightful surfer boy chuckle.
"You'd think you would learn from how much I blew on my slice, but you can't help it. Every time we order a pie, same old shit, you can't wait to taste it, and you go gobbling it up even though it scalds your cute little tongue. I got a lot of damn plans for that sweet little tongue of yours tonight, so you can't afford to get it all burned up missy," said Leif playfully.
Lynne chuckled, and then sucked her tongue.
"Did you burn your mouth up bad?" asked Leif.
He fussed over her, and his thumb was on her chin dimple, peeling back her mouth before she could even protest.
"Just a little red. But be careful. Don't be so greedy, I know you are hungry baby, but you let me cool those slices down first," said Leif swatting her ass.
And she let him!
She enjoyed being spoiled by Leif. Indulged by him. Cared for and protected when she'd never been so protected before. He blew her slice until it was not scalding hot, and only then did he turn his attention back to his own slice. It was the little things like that, that he did for her that made her feel so loved and secured, and cherished.
That was why, she didn't want to share him tonight. They could go somewhere nice for dinner tonight, but after having been his sex toy and the sex swing, and testing her body as far as it could go, there was simply no place she'd rather be at all tonight then alone in his arms. She hid in the shelter of his neck, nibbling at her pizza.
Leif gobbled his own pizza, but he had his chin securely in the crown of her hair, and ne nuzzled her, and she delighted in his affection. Each slice, she removed from the box, he made sure he carefully blew on.
She had three slices, and for Lynne that was a lot, the pizza was a big one.
"Full?" he asked.
"Yeah, I can't eat another bite," moaned Lynne.
"Good. We'll save the rest for a midnight snack. You will need it after I kick your ass at strip poker. I'm gonna find us a deck of cards, I know they have some in the game room, that's what the brochure said," said Leif.
When Leif left the room to look for playing cards, Lynne left the room as well. If they were going to play strip poker, she was going to get done up right in order to assure her success during this game.
The first thing she did was pin her curly, shoulder length hair up into several ringlet curls. Each ringlet should count for a hand, which she would need, since she never played poker before. While she knew it would be very fun being naked with Leif if she lost, the competitive part of her nature at least wanted to put up a good semblance of trying to win.
Along with pinning up her hair, she looked at her outfit in the mirror. Lynne put on a pair of shorts, one of Leif's button up shirts, and rolled up the cuffs and tied herself a middrift. Underneath, a barely there bra, garters, and a nice pair of panties with an easy access snap open crotch, she covered everything she was wearing with a robe. That was giving her nearly enough clothing to learn how to play a decent hand of poker. Otherwise, he'd have her stripped in no time flat.
There! Now that was a lot of layers of clothes to give her a chance to learn the mechanics of a game she'd never played before winding up bare ass naked. She couldn't wait to see Leif's reaction. She wondered what he was wearing. She hoped he bundled up. Otherwise she might get pretty good and get him stripped fast.
She was after all, despite all of the pain of her upbringing, her father's daughter, and as a result, very good at card games.
Leif reappeared with the deck of cards in his hands.
"Took me a while to find this shit when I..." he caught one glance at Lynne and began to chuckle with such doting warmth.
"So fucking cute, let me get a look at you," he murmured lovingly grabbing both her wrists.
Lynne wasn't quite sure if the joke was how much clothing she'd put on, even though she suspected it, but when he laughed from his belly at some of her antics, it never felt like he was poking fun at her. It felt like his heart was overcome with amusement and doting warmth for what he tenderly called her quirkiness.
She cherished that feeling. Their tender, special bond! She blushed. Leif hadn't used the time when he was getting the cards to put on any extra layers. He'd simply buttoned his pajama tops.
"So one of the first rules of strip poker as that everyone dresses in an even layer of clothes. You're all dressed up like you are in the South Pole, with a robe, covering up a full set of clothes. Probably got that nasty little nighty and panties on underneath padding your clothes, and adding to the poker count as well. I was gonna go easy on you at first princess, and we were gonna play a hand when no clothes had to come off, I wasn't gonna send your ass out there playing strip poker with no training. But since you've dressed up for the part so nicely Lucy Ricardo, we may as well fully wager for the first hand. You have a hell of a lot of clothes to go through before you'll be showing me any skin. But you've gotta lose this hair, or we'll be playing all night, that shit just isn't fair, what is that, twenty pin curls. It's damn pretty though," said Leif playfully starting to unpin her curls.
As he unpinned the curls, and her hair fell around her shoulders, he started smelling her and kissing the nape of her neck.
"Mmm, you are just impossible to resist, I can't even sniff on you without getting a little hard," he inhaled as though she was the most fragrant thing he'd ever smelled.
"I'm gonna teach you how to play but I hope you're a lousy player kitten, I can't wait to see you in those cute, nasty little leggings and garter again," he added playfully swatting her butt through her house robe.
Lynne chuckled. She felt like his most special girl when he pulled her into his lap.
"Too many clothes. You aren't feeling anything, you're laughing when I smack that ass. I want you whimpering that it hurts the way you do, which gives me a boner. I love to be able to warm your hide and teach you a lesson. Well, you'll be naked soon enough, I can spank your ass then," he teased dealing a head of cards.
"All the card games I can play and I know shit about poker," said Lynne.
"You'll learn fast. You're good at every card game. Surprised that you never played poker," said Leif.
"It wasn't allowed. Gambling, you know," added Lynne.
Leif dealt hands to the two of them.
"Oh, I see. That means that I need to take my special girl on a trip to Vegas. You don't have to waste money. You don't have to go for broke. There are a lot of fun games you can play. Two dollar black jack hands, fifty cent slot machines, you don't have to spend your whole paycheck. My buddies and I would fly to Vegas for a weekend when I lived in Cali. We'd budget a little bit for gambling. Once that money was spent, we didn't spend anymore. It's like anything else, drinking, smoking pot, you have to remain in control, and not spend every last cent, just like you'd drink responsibly, or only hit the bud a little. But Vegas is more than just gambling, there's shows, and food, and you'll have a good time when I take you" said Leif.
