Page 99 of Petty's Crime

“I’ll always fuckin’ come,” he assures me. “Always, babe. You got me?” Then a sly look comes into his eyes. “As it happens, I might need help in the shower. And you can’t do that in clothes.”

“Nice one, Petty,” I mock complain.

Is there something wrong with me that I can’t actually wait to see the man I’ve been admiring for ages in all his glory? Never mind it might be discoloured right now. If getting him out of his clothes means me getting out of mine, well, that doesn’t much bother me.

So I take the plunge, whipping my shirt over my head. His eyes dilate as they feast on my bra-covered breasts. Then I slide my shorts down, leaving me in my panties.

“No fuckin’ fair,” he complains. “Not when I can’t do anything about it.”

“Your turn.” Knowing he’ll find it hard undressing himself, I take the bottom of his t-shirt in both my hands.

He bends to help and raises his arms as much as he’s able to so I can slide it off. I then give him a moment to steady his breathing, only continuing when his fists unclench. I use those seconds to admire his physique. While discoloured, his abs are defined and he’s got one of those delicious Vs that makes my mouth water. Unwittingly, I lick my lips as he stares over my head when I reach for the button on his jeans.

Carefully sliding down the zipper, I start to push the denim over his hips, pausing as he hisses in air, then continuing when he gives me a nod.

I go to my knees to remove his boots. He balances by putting a hand on my shoulder, and helps by lifting his feet one at a time, then repeats the actions so I can remove his pants.

He’s now in his boxers, and as I watch, what’s underneath gives a twitch.

Suddenly, I’m nervous. Not that he’d hurt or take advantage of me, but Petty’s become important to me, and like any woman, I’m worried about being found wanting. Though the evidence is growing in front of me that he likes what he sees, I’m reluctant to expose everything.

I’m not like Britney.Some men like curves, and I’m almost as muscular as him. My boobs aren’t large, my stomach is firm, and my ass isn’t the handful you so often read that men prefer.

Businesslike, I leave him and go to the bathroom, then take a second to work out how the shower works before turning it on.

“You’ve got to get naked before we get in.” His voice right behind me makes me jump.

I can’t help my hesitant response. “What if you don’t like what you see?”

He snorts. “Babe, you’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me.” He moves in front of me and his hands expertly unclasp my bra. As the garment drops to the floor, the hiss through his teeth is not from pain this time. It’s clear that he likes what he sees. He slowly slides his fingers over the front of my panties, the touch making my stomach muscles clench. “You’ve got to remove these for me. If I get to my knees, I don’t think I’m going to be getting up anytime soon.”

I’m slightly breathless when I respond. “Only if you remove yours too.”

“Together?” He grins, and places his thumbs in the elastic.

Quickly, before I have second thoughts, I whip off my panties, and help him by pushing his boxers down. He leans against the wall and kicks them off his feet. His now fully erect cock bobs up as if to greet me.

When he sees my eyes fixed on that particular part of him, he looks down himself, and palms his dick. “Thank Christ it’s working. After what Britney did to me, I wasn’t sure it would ever rise to the occasion again.”

Suddenly the door to his room bursts open. I squeal.

“Oh God. My eyes!” At the open bathroom door stands Roller with his hand covering his face. “I brought your painkillers, but I think you’ve got a much better anaesthetic in front of you.”

“Get out of here, Roller,” Petty growls.

To my horror, Roller’s peeking through splayed fingers. “Must say you’ve upgraded. I much prefer this model.”

“Get the fuck out!” the man naked in front of me roars.

Roller chuckles and takes a step back. He holds something out alongside the pain bottle. “Just thought you might like to have this, Bro. Kind of makes what you’re about to do legal.”

“What the fuck?” While I’m standing with one hand over my groin and the other arm over my breasts, Petty steps forward without a care that his dick is swinging in the wind. He reaches for the papers Roller is holding out, and reads them for a second. “How the fuck?”

Roller taps his nose. “Ain’t gonna give away my methods of persuasion, Bro. But just accept Britney realises your marriage is over.” He peers around Petty who’s blocking his view of me, and winks broadly, and chuckles. “Okay, then. As you were.” He swiftly moves to the door, and pauses. “If I were you, I’d lock it after me. Honestly, Brother, we thought you’d be lying flat out and groaning.” He slaps his hand over his mouth. “But you haven’t got that far—”

“Get out!” Petty again roars, his voice rattling the rafters.

The door slams. I run past Petty and lock it myself.

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