Stolen Moments by Radclyffe Read Free Book Online

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    “Hey, Kim, how did it go?” Jack waved to me as he threw his briefcase into his Merc. I had caught him just before he left for the board meeting. What a bonus.
    “Success. They went for the whole campaign, Web slots and all.” It was a massive contract for the company, my best work to date.
    “Excellent. I knew you’d pull it off. That pay raise of yours is secure.”
    He saluted as he climbed into the car, then stuck his head out of the window. “And you be sure you take yourself a good lunch break. You deserve it!”
    I smiled to myself as I headed for the lift. Too right, honey. I had just enjoyed the best lunch break I’d ever had, and with a pay raise in the offing, I could afford to visit Kilpatrick’s for lunch more often, just as Martine had suggested I should. Now, how was that for staff motivation?

Bingo, Baby
Radclyffe

    “Honey, let’s go in drag tonight.”
    I looked up from the newspaper and tried to suppress a grin. Shelby is a femme. Not ultra-ultra-femme—no super-long nails or heavy-duty make-up, but she doesn’t leave the house without eyeliner, either. Plus, she’s small. Okay, petite. Her head comes to my chest. But she’s perfectly built—every part of her—from her pert, high breasts to her nicely rounded, squeezable ass. But no one, nohow, would take her for a guy. Not even with a twelve-inch dick. “Sure, baby, but we only brought one dick.”
    It’s tough packing toys when you travel, and the security people at the airport in Provincetown check everything. But then I guess they’ve seen everything, too, and there’s no way I was going on vacation without my equipment. Still, I couldn’t bring a complete complement either, so we both wouldn’t be able to dress in full gear.
    Shel’s lush pink lips parted, her tongue peeked out as she ran it lightly over the velvet surface, and my mind turned to oatmeal. “We only need one. For me.”
    I got hold of myself and dragged my thoughts away from what she could do with that tongue. “Huh? What am I going to wear, then?”
    “This,” she replied sweetly as she held up a tiny swatch of leather.
    I paled. “That’s a skirt.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “It’s yours.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “I can’t wear that. ” I started to sweat. I started to look for the exit. I was in boxers and nothing else. I couldn’t run.
    “You might be taller, but your hips aren’t that much bigger than mine. It will just be a little short.”
    “A little? ” God help me, I actually squeaked. Just the thought of the skirt was making my clit shrink. “That won’t even cover my crotch!”
    “This will.”
    She held up a black satin thong, and my clit fell clean off.
    “Oh no—no fucking way.”
    “Please, honey?”
    Not fair. Not fair, not fair, not fair.
    “Then we’ll both be in drag,” Shel pointed out, twirling the thong around her index finger. “It is drag bingo, after all.”
    Ordinarily, Shelby within twenty feet of a thong makes me want to start at her toes and lick my way to the top of her head, but today all I could think about was how much that tiny triangle didn’t cover. Especially on me.
    “We don’t have any drag clothes that will fit you. My jackets are all too big.” I tried a different tack. Shel was very particular about her clothes.
    “Don’t worry about me. I’ll manage something.” She leaned over the sofa, cupped my crotch, and resurrected my clit as she squeezed. “Didn’t fall off, now, did it?”
    “Ha ha,” I muttered as she stuck her warm tongue in my mouth. It was a few minutes before I thought about much of anything except how clever her fingers were. When she stopped doing that wonderful up and down, round and round thing she was doing with her thumb, I groaned in protest. “Hey—what—?”
    “Later, honey.” She gave me another little tug and kissed the tip of my nose. My clit gave a little jump right back. “I have to get dressed. And so do you.”
    That effectively killed my healthy,