Pardon My Hand – Bluebell

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Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.

Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.

They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.

Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.

“What the fuck, lady?!”

Bell moaned blatantly, playing it up, “You really know how to treat a lady. Aaaah! Haaaarder~”

God, this was well worth the man handling, just for the reek of his embarrassment and frustration. It was getting hard not to laugh. Of course, it helped that she did like some rough treatment. She wiggled her hips to make his attempt to get to the wallet harder. She really wanted to feel that dick again, that boy was packing! 

“Oooh! Officer!” She cried out in her best porn voice.

“Jesus christ would you hold still?!” Wayne snarled, flushed deeply as the moans got right under his skin and he quickly dug his hand into Bell’s pants, attempting to grab his wallet without touching anything and he so wanted to gag the woman but he only had two damn hands.

“I’m serious if you don’t hold still-” Wayne growls deeply in the back of his throat, almost animalistic in his frustration because he was currently fighting with a damn woman, in public, with his hand down her pants.

How in the hell did it come to this?!

It was, of course, that exact moment that Sheldon came around the corner holding two coffees.  Frozen in complete disbelief at the sight before him, his fiance… his proclaimed very gay fiance… with his hands down a blue woman’s pants who apparently was near orgasm. Mouth hanging open he finally snapped to, “Wayne, honey? You can tell that one isn’t me because of the poor fashion sense and the boobs. Just in case you were confused.”

He did have to admit she was breathtakingly beautiful even with the over the top makeup.

Bell rolled her eyes over to the voice, a blue man? Oooooh this just kept getting better, “Don’t be jealous, pretty boy,” she thrust her hips back hard and winked, “I’ll give him back when I’m done~” 

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