The Author

Picture this - Remi LaCroix sprawled out on a checkered blanket with her blonde hair catching sunlight like a damn halo. She's got her laptop open, hammering away at her book while those sharp cheekbones and full lips stay locked on the screen. The woman looks like walking sin, legs stretched out, tits threatening to spill from whatever top she's got on. Seth spots her from across the grass and can't look away. This dude's got game, so he crosses over and drops down close enough for conversation. "What are you writing?" he asks, cocky grin already playing at the corners of his mouth. She glances up, taking in the way his shirt pulls tight across his chest, the obvious bulge in his jeans. Something electric crackles between them. Next thing you know Remi's setting her laptop aside. Seth's got his hand sliding up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher. She pulls her top down and those perfect tits bounce free - round, heavy, nipples already hard. He leans in and sucks one into his mouth, teeth grazing, tongue working while his other hand moves between her legs. Remi's wet - he can feel her heat through her panties. Her hand reaches for his cock through his jeans, stroking him through the denim. The picnic blanket becomes their bed as Seth pulls her panties off entirely. His fingers slip inside her and her hips buck up to meet him. He's got two fingers buried deep, thumb circling her clit while she comes apart on the blanket, moaning loud enough that someone's gonna hear. The writer who came to work ends up fucked on her lunch date instead - and loving every minute of it.