2 minutes and 23 seconds

The Bottle

"Let me have a look," Michael said and lifted Gaga's arm so he could see the scraped skin. He washed the sand off and took out the wipes. The alcohol made her bite her lip but she let him carry on. His delicate and sensitive movements made her shiver. The careful and light touch like she was a little child he didn't want to scare. She turned her face up and looked at his face. So concentrated. When he noticed that she was looking at him he smiled, always that little shy smile.

"Must be careful, ms Germanotta. Bacteria thrives in the heat." He winked at her and she tilted her head to the side and kissed him just as he put a large band aid over her elbow and was about to ask if she could keep her arm bent so that it wouldn't come off first thing. Her lips pushed all other thoughts out of his head and he let his hands run down along her upper body just below her armpits. He felt the soft curve of her tits when she pressed against him.

The salty taste of the sweat on his face and the stubble tickled her lips as she softly pressed her lips at the corners of his mouth. She knew he would be turned on but finding the situation a bit in the face of the others so she was prepared when he moved back and looked into her eyes after a few kisses. Standing in the desert with a hard on for all to see wasn't exactly what he wanted and frankly it already started to show and the shorts being so damn loose didn't help, he sighed and looked up into the sky.

Gaga noticed and pushed herself closer. "How long before dinner?" she whispered.
Michael, thankful for the distraction, looked at his watch, "At least two hours."

"So there's time, Mr. 2 minutes and 23 seconds."

Her hand swept over his chest and and down his arms. Her fingers found the buckle for the safety harness and she released it so it dropped down to the ground. She put a hand on his neck and pulled his face down so their noses met.

"Imagine if they all knew you're not the modest guy they think you are." She smiled wide and nudged her nose against his. Her fingers ran through the locks of hair sticking out the back under the helmet. He met her gaze above the frames of her glasses. Her eyes, the massive eye lid space, the dark lashes and her not looking away for a second. He was spellbound. Small wrinkles appearing by her nose as she grinned at him and showed her front teeth.

"But do you need to bring him out here?" he mumbled. Then realized what he had said and closed his eyes. "I didn't mean explicitly-"

"I've always had a big dick radar, you know. It's my main ass...et... apart from my... aaa...cting skills." Her smile even wider, the small dimple on her cheek appeared and she licked her lower lip before biting it and slowly sucking it between her teeth. She raised her eyebrows like she found the situation funny but also was telling him really important facts. Her hands moved to his chest and she had that confident voice that was so sexy and raspy and made her sound like everything she said was subtly about sex in one way or another.

Michael raised a hand to his own mouth as if that would stop the words from bubbling out of her. He looked down at his own feet trying not to laugh. "Stef‚" he said. "Can you not talk like that..." and then he lowered his voice, suddenly asking "What about the guide?"

He quickly glanced to his right where the rest of her entourage was standing along with the guides, discussing their efforts and avoiding dehydration by drinking and sharing some salted crackers. Two large bags were placed on the ground for their gear. Heavy thuds were heard as they dropped their helmets into one of them and the harnesses went into the other.

"I mean he looks pretty...umm‚ hung, to me," Michael continued.

Gaga rolled her eyes. "You're so... I can't. For real. What is going on? In about 20 minutes your iron hard penis shaft will be moving in and out of my lubricated, tight cunt and you're concerned about some boy guiding people up rocks."