Exposure to Sunshine

They told a suited chaperone that they'd go for a three song session and picked out a curtained booth. Gunnar left his money and his keys aside and sat down, his legs spread, while Sunshine yanked her costume away with a speed worthy of Heather Graham as Rollergirl in the movie Boogie Nights.

In spite of the earlier drainage that day by Dr. Hammer and Miss Hooker, Gunnar felt jazzed, stoked, primed. Cinnamon, Ginger, and especially Sage had given him much to get excited about, but now, as Sunshine Eclipsers stood before him in only pasties and a thong, he understood her name all the better, for he felt like an Apollo astronaut closing in on twin moons, each one of which could eclipse the Sun.

"I'm so horny," she confided. "Usually when I'm here I can get in some girl-on-girl satisfaction with Lightnyn and Thundah, but Lightnyn only got here an hour ago and Thundah is still on leave, so I'm very sexually frustrated -- and you're so HOT, just LLOK at you, you're so MAN! Let's try this again -- what's your name?" She cautiously cozied up to him, the pressure of her brobdingnagian blimplike breasts against his chest serious yet, under the circumstances, acceptable.

"Gunnar."

"UHH!" Her hand happened to touch the thick tubular length running down his right pants leg. "I can tell you're a gunner, but I asked you what ... uh ... " She got increasingly distracted. "You know you've got to take all harmful objects out of your pockets -- and I don't like being fooled with, or led on! Let's see your dildo."

"It's not ... " He gave up explaining as she swiftly undid his belt and pants -- and his straining erection came sproinging out to full length.