Chapter 3.
Decompression
Jenny smiled as she took Ludlow’s hand and led him out of the parlour, across the passageway to a larger room, this one done in more modern style and featuring a large, flat-screen TV and an overstuffed sofa. The room was dark, the only light entered through the door, which was slightly ajar. “Let me help you with your jacket,” she said, taking it from him as he removed it. “Why don’t you take off your shoes and make yourself more comfortable?”
She waved him to the large couch, Ludlow sighed his appreciation as he sank into it. He was absolutely comfortable. Jenny sat next to him on the sofa, tucking her legs under herself. Her magnificent tits poked forward as she arched her back. When she reached over for a little bell that was on the coffee table the tips of her nipples actually brushed across his cheek and lips. There was an immediate stirring in his loins. Gabrielle appeared at the doorway when Jenny rang the bell. “
Madame?
” she asked.
“Oh, Gabrielle, please bring a drink for our guest.”
“
Bien sure, madame. De quelle est votre preference, monsieur?
” Ludlow could make out the accent, ever so slight, beneath the girls flawless French. She might have the makings of a good operator.
“Oh, uh, gin and tonic,” he said as he diverted his attention between Gabrielle and Jenny’s bountiful pair of tits suspended mere inches from his nose. “And please make it a strong one. It’s been a long day.” Gabrielle nodded and left, returning with a tall glass on a tray. Jenny thanked her and she left.
As Ludlow took a long pull on his drink, Jenny reached for the remote and switched on the telly. “Let’s see what’s on,” she said. The darkness was filled with the image of two beautiful naked women engaged in a long, slow kiss on the enormous screen. One of them bore a striking resemblance to a young Liz Taylor, the other had a more modern look, with straight long hair in the sixties style. The women were holding up their tits in their hands and rubbing their nipples together.
“Oh, this looks good!” Jenny said excitedly. She grasped her own generous pair in her hands and held them up, pinching and teasing her nipples through the transparent fabric. She closed her eyes and moaned as she pleasured herself. Opening her eyes, she looked at Ludlow and asked “like them, eh?” indicating the screen with a nod. The longhaired girl was sucking on the Liz Taylor girl’s nipples while the Liz girl leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Ludlow chuckled. Jenny reached over to undo his tie. She slowly unbuttoned the front of his chest and ran her hands across his broad chest. “Mmmm . . . nice,” she said, giving his nipples a playful pinch.
Then Jenny cupped her tits, held them forward and in a cute, cockteasing manner she asked, “do you want to suck on my tits?” This time Ludlow couldn’t even muster a sound; his throat was dry, his balls were in an uproar.
Jenny lifted the flimsy chemise over her head and tossed it aside, then ran the palms of her hands up and down her sides. The blue light from the television screened reflected artfully off the rounded curves of her nude body. Pinching her nipples to hardness she cupped her bare breasts and held them forward, offering them to him.
Ludlow reached forward, placing his hands upon her magnificent pair at last. He palmed her full breasts, squeezed them and gently pinched her nipples, now as hard as a pair of acorns. Jenny smiled as he felt her up. He closed his eyes and placed his mouth on a nipple to lick and suck, then kissed his way across her breasts to her other nipple to again suck, lick and suck. Ludlow hummed as he sucked her tits; Jenny sighed out of sheer bliss at the terrific sensations his mouth delivered to her nipples.
After sucking her nipples quite generously he finally broke free to reach for his glass and took a drink, taking an ice cube into his mouth. Then he replaced the glass to the coffee table and with the ice cube in his mouth he played it upon her nipples. Jenny sat up straight and arched her back at the intense sensations of wet warmth and slick, cold hardness the ice in his mouth delivered to her pointy nipples. They seemed to grow even longer in his mouth as he moved his lips back and forth between the hard little nubbins of flesh.
Jenny’s hand fell to his lap and brushed across his cock, by now straining at the fabric of his trousers. The ice in his mouth was melted now. As he nibbled and sucked harder at her stiff nipples Ludlow idly wondered if it were possible for a woman to orgasm through stimulating her nipples alone. Jenny’s fingers fumbled at his belt, undid his trousers. Without releasing his mouth from her tits he lifted his ass to allow her to pull his trousers down. They fell about his ankles and he kicked them free, continuing to suck and kiss her breasts all the while.
Unrestrained, his cock stood straight up. The air of the room felt cool and fresh on the hot skin of his red-hot member. Jenny’s fingers fluttered up and down his length, playing and stroking lightly as he continued to suck her nipples, to amuse them with his teeth. She trailed her fingernails across his balls in a tantalizing, tickling manner and then went back to slowly stroking his dick up and down, up and down.
“Would you care for a blowjob?” she asked, quite innocuously. To hear such words coming from her lips caused his cock to twitch in anticipation; quite nearly a mini-orgasm. In saying it Jenny was as casual as a hostess offering a canapé to a guest at a party.
