"What the hell is that?"
I asked Lisa as she came in the door holding a bundle of twigs. She looked at me like I was a moron and retorted they are pussy willows.
"Haven't you ever seen pussy willows before?"
"Well, yes, I've seen pussy willows before. But why did you bring them home?"
I looked a bit disdainfully at the woody things in her arms. She gave me an encore of the 'you're a moron' look.
"Pussy willows are a rite of passage between winter and spring. Doesn't it make you happy to know that when you see the pussy willows you know that spring is just around the corner?"
She looked quite content as she bustled off to put the twigs into a vase. I rolled my eyes.
This is what I got for becoming involved with a country girl. Lisa was a beautiful woman. She had beautiful long, soft, straight hair which was so dark brown it was almost black. Her eyes were a similar blackish-brown, framed by long, dark lashes. Her skin was quite fair, which made her features stand out even more. Her figure was delightfully curvaceous and she was tall, almost as tall as I was. For this beauty alone I would put up with any plant, animal, or mineral she chose to bring home. But that didn't mean I'd give in easily.
"That still doesn't tell me why you brought them home." I called to the kitchen from where I was working in the dining room.
"They're pretty!" She declared returning back into the room. "And they last a long time. Besides, since you won't come with me to enjoy nature, I brought nature to you."
She looked at me with a matter-of-fact smile and patted my shoulder. As she put the vase of pussy willows in front of me on the dining room table she continued speaking.
"I saw them the other day when I was walking the dog so today I brought some clippers with me and helped myself."
She bustled off again, her words trailing after her.
*
I looked at the branches, now arranged in a vase. Sticks of dark brown with gray fuzzy buds scattered intermittently along them. They did have a certain rustic attraction to them. But certainly nothing I would compare with hothouse tiger lilies or orchids. I chuckled to myself. All this time, I had been trying to impress my woman with beautifully arranged bouquets of luscious greens and a rainbow of colours, when all she wanted was a bouquet of brown and gray sticks. I fingered a gray tip. They were intriguing things, the soft pale gray fuzzy knobs. They reminded me of nipples. Long, fuzzy, gray nipples. Just as soft on the outside and as hard on the inside as real ones.
I stroked the fuzzy, gray softness. And then I got an idea...
"My, you're amorous this evening!"
Lisa commented as I suckled on her neck, distracting her from the book she was reading.
"Who me?"
I asked, between nibbles. I took the book from her hands and carelessly tossed it to the floor. Then my hands encircled the beautiful creature before me, and I resumed my amorous attention.
"John! Now you've lost my pla..."
I snipped off her words with my mouth, devouring them like I was devouring her lips, which tasted of toothpaste. Lisa wanted to fight, at least for a moment. And she tried to fight, at least for a moment. But it was just too easy to acquiesce. Her neck fell, into my hand, against the pillow as her muscles relaxed. She kissed me back and her fingers began to caress my forearm. I let my other hand trail down her throat, fingering the neckline of her cotton nightgown.
My finger ran down one side of the V neckline until it reached the point. From there it moved across the fabric to the plump breast that was hidden beneath the thin material. I cupped the breast gently, tenderly; enjoying the feel of it nestled in my palm. It had a nice heft to it, like a ripe grapefruit; but warm, and soft, and smooth to the touch. I rubbed my thumb across the nipple. It was a soft nub through the cotton, but with just that one swipe of my thumb, it jutted out and hardened even more.
*
My kisses were becoming distracted now. My mind was too occupied with where my hand was. So I released Lisa's lips and shuffled my body down the bed so that my face was at her breast, still concealed entirely by her demure nighty. My lips covered the nipple, fabric and all, and I began to suckle. A woman's breast was such an intriguing thing to a man. I'm sure we'd do anything to get near one, see one, touch one, taste one. And there I was, doing it all, through the fabric barrier of her nighty. I encircled the delightful pert bud of Lisa's nipple with my tongue.
It was interesting this way, tonguing her nipple through the fabric. The material was rough, and I loved the tactile sensations it created as I teased her with my tongue. My moist mouth had made a soggy mess out of the yellow cotton of Lisa's nightgown and as I peeled my mouth away, the fabric clung to her breast. The nipple protruded sharply outwards encased in dampened material, just the sight of it got me hard. I pinched the nipple of her other breast with my hand. I moved away and off the bed. Lisa looked at me with a hint of desperation in her eyes.
"Where are you going?"
She shivered as the air in the room chilled the moist spot on her nighty.
I went to the closet and pulled out a handful of Lisa's scarves. They had come in handy once before and now I knew they would come in handy again. I returned to the bed, extracting an opaque, navy blue scarf from the handful. This I began to tie snugly over Lisa's eyes, blinding her.
"What devious thing do you have planned now? "
Lisa asked as I secured the scarf in place and made sure she couldn't see.
"I was hoping to get to sleep early tonight." She protested.
