Passion In James County VI: The Wedding
Chapter twenty-one
Bob Thomas lay in the hotel bed, gazing at Angela, the beautiful older woman he'd met at his friend Tim's wedding. Although she was much older than he was, Bob couldn't get enough of looking at her, touching her, kissing her, making love to her. He was enjoying being with her much more than he thought he would.
Bob wasn't quite ready to make love again, so he picked up the remote control for the TV and began flicking through the channels, to see what was on. He was surprised to find that the hotel's cable system had a channel that featured adult movies.
"My goodness!" Angela commented when she saw the sexual activity on the TV. "I've never seen anything like that before!"
"Would you like to watch?" Bob asked.
"Y...yes," Angela said, snuggling tighter against him. "Yes, let's watch!"
"Are you sure?" Bob asked. He and his sister often watched adult movies when they were younger, and each time they did, his sister, Lise, got really turned on. He wondered if Angela would react the same way.
"Sure. I've never seen a movie like that in my life," Angela replied, "I...I think it's about time I do."
The TV screen was filled with writhing, moaning, naked bodies. Bob glanced at Angela, who was staring at the TV with a rapt look on her face. He could see that her nipples were beginning to stiffen and, unconsciously, she licked her lips. He relaxed a little.
The film continued and they kept watching. Bob stroked Angela's arm softly and felt her shudder. He slipped his arm around her and she snuggled closer, but didn't take her eyes from the TV. He kissed her on the top of her head, then glanced at the TV.
In the film, two women were making love and both of them were showing a lot of zest for their activities. Bob didn't know if women who appeared in adult movies were acting or actually making love. The two he was watching really seemed to be enjoying what they were doing. "Those two women are either outstanding actresses, or they're really enjoying themselves with each other!" he thought.
Angela was breathing hard, licking her lips. She watched avidly as, crying out with passion, one of the women in the film announced that she was coming.
Bob took Angela's face in his hands and turned it toward him. With a fervent moan, she pressed her lips against his and pressed against him. Her hands went to his rigid shaft and she began stroking it. Both of them were caught up in tremendous yearning.
Bob lifted Angela so she was straddling his legs. She continued to clutch his cock. She stroked the tip through her sopping vaginal lips, evoking groans of joy from both of them. He lowered her and almost fainted with delight as his pole slid into her once again.
Angela sighed ardently and began rocking her hips. She clutched Bob, her body quaking. Watching the two women in the film over his partner's shoulder, he shoved his hips up, driving his cock into her. He held her hips firmly in his hands.
Angela moaned more and more frantically and her movements grew more frantic. Then her body stiffened and began quaking. She began uttering feral cries of passion. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" she wailed, clinging to him.
Groaning almost as loudly as Angela, Bob erupted into her. Each time they made love he was stunned by the power of the feelings he experienced. It felt as if his whole being was liquefying and spewing into Angela.
Afterward, they lay in each other's arms. Angela kissed Bob, then she pressed her face against his chest. "Am...am I perverted because watching that film turned me on?" she murmured.
"I don't think so," Bob replied. "I...I've heard a lot of women get turned on when they watch adult films."
"I...I know," she replied, "but I...I think what really excited me was..." She paused and a shudder went through her. "It...it was seeing two women making love. Is...isn't that...don't you think...that's sick?"
"No, I don't," Bob replied. "I think it just means you may have areas of sensuality you haven't discovered yet."
"You are certainly right about that!" Angela said. "I've done things with you I never dreamed of doing, not even with my...my husband."
"Do you think you'd like to make love with another woman?" Bob asked her.
Angela shrugged. "I...I really don't know," she replied, her voice little more than a whisper. "I...I'm not sure." She pulled out of his arms. "I'm all sticky. I...I think I need a bath." She kissed him, then got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
Bob had an idea. When he heard the shower start, he picked up the phone and dialed a phone number he knew only too well. It belonged to Deirdre Wilson, who everybody called Dee-Dee. Bob and Dee-Dee occasionally slept with each other. She answered the phone on the third ring.
"Dee-Dee," Bob whispered, "this is Bob Thomas. Do you remember what you asked me if I wanted to do a while back?" He waited while she answered. "Yeah, that's it," he said. "What would you say if I said I'd like to do it today?" When Dee-Dee indicated interest, he explained what he wanted her to do.