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(c) Aaron Rohde
Tony and Kristy
Tony and Kristy
That strip of bare skin across Kristy’s back—the one that appeared in the gap that stretched between the hem of her shirt and her pant’s waistband whenever she bent to get something from beneath the bar, as she was doing right now—had been driving Tony crazy all evening. Working this New Year’s Eve party together—why had he ever thought that was a good idea?
Oh, yeah. The money. And the chance to spend time with her. Perhaps the chance to sneak a kiss at midnight.
That hadn’t happened though. When the balloons had dropped, just a couple of minutes earlier, they’d both been far too busy pouring drinks and making sure everyone's glasses were topped off for the thought to even enter his head.
The guests were kissing though, especially that one couple on the other side of the bar. They’d locked lips even before the final ten-second countdown had begun and if they’d come up for air any time since, Tony must have missed it. All around them, people continued to celebrate the new year with toasts and smiles and kisses…
“Hey, bartender, can I get another over here?”
...all except for the old man who sat alone at the end of the bar. nursing his porter Tony had no idea what the man was doing here tonight. Why come alone to a New Year’s Eve party? Why sit by yourself and drink alone all night?
“Bartender?” the man repeated.
“Yes, sir,” Tony replied. “Right away.”
But getting the man his beer meant passing behind Kristy, who was still bent over the bar. And that was a problem because all Tony could think about was how it would feel wanted to press close behind her, slide his hand up her back beneath her shirt, and pin her against the polished teak surface of the bar. He could imagine the look of surprise on her face as she'd turn to look at him, the flare of heat in her cheeks, the way desire might darken her eyes...
“Tony. What are you doing?” she’d ask.
“Don't move,” he’d say, using his other hand to tug at her pants; so curious to discover what type of underwear she had on.
A thong would be hot but he doubted that was the case. Wouldn’t the strap be visible with her bent over the way she was, her tempting derriere on display? Maybe a pair of bikini panties then…but, on second thought, surely there would be lines, if that were the case?
He glanced again at Kristy’s upturned butt. Could it be…?
“Going commando?” He’d raise an eyebrow, put on an expression of shocked disapproval. “Have you been a naughty girl this year?”
So, okay, the year was, technically, only a couple of minutes old and, besides, he was a week late for the whole naughty or nice thing, but who could resist the temptation she represented? He’d push his hand deeper into her pants, seeking the wetness that would let him know she was enjoying this game as much as he was.
She’d wiggle her ass, as though she were trying to get away, but her fingers would be clenched on the edge of the bar. She’d rock her hips, pushing herself more firmly into his hand with every motion until his fingers were sliding back and forth over slick, wet flesh. He’d lean in even closer then and whisper, “Do you need a spanking?”
At that she’d gasp. “Tony, not now. There are people watching!”
Well, that was a given. There would definitely be people watching them. Like those two at the back of the room. The ones who hadn’t once taken their eyes off that couple near the bar who were still kissing.
“Let ‘em watch,” he’d murmur, stroking harder.
“Hey! Buddy,” the man at the end of the bar barked suddenly. “Think there might be a chance of me getting that beer some time this year?”
Tony started, coloring as he was jerked back to reality. “Yes, sir,” he replied, shaking his head in an effort to clear away the fantasy.
He headed for the cooler where the beer was stored. “Behind you,” he said as he passed Kristy, his voice so thick with lust he barely recognized it.
She straightened abruptly and collided against him as she took a startled step backward. Her hair, and the scent of her fragrance tickled his nose and he reached for her without thinking.
“Careful,” he cautioned, instinctively taking hold of her hips to help her regain her balance.
“Tony.” She craned her neck to glance up at him, arching her back a little as she did, so that her butt brushed against his groin. He groaned softly. A faint flush colored her cheeks. “Sorry. I didn’t see you there.”
"No problem," he said with a weak smile. Impulsively, he leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Happy new year.”
“To you too.” Kristy turned in his grasp and pressed against him, planting a kiss on his lips that seemed every bit as heated as the ones he’d been imagining. "A very happy new year."
oh, yeah, baby, Tony thought, the old man and his beer forgotten now. But, just as he was about to pull her closer, Kristy pushed out of his grasp. “No,” she whispered. “Not now. We’re working.”
Not now? Tony grinned. “So…you're saying...later then?”
Kristy flashed a wicked look as she spun around and bent down again to reach into the beer cooler. “Maybe,” she said as she passed him the beer he’d come to get.
The hell with that. Tony shook his head. “Definitely,” he corrected. Then he brushed his lips against hers and turned away once more.
Another couple of hours and this party would be over. Theirs would be just beginning. The New Year was already off to a great start.
Happy New Year, everyone! I wish you all a very peaceful and prosperous 2011.
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