Who was Betty & why did she think I was her prey?
Earlier that night a woman in glasses came down to my end of the bar to buy some smokes from the machine -- I watched her out of the corner of my eye. I could tell she knew I was watching her because she studiedly refused to glance my way.
She was blond-haired, which did not impress me particularly, but she was also a tall woman and she was wearing glasses, both of which did. I liked her face - tasteful make-up, her features a nice mix of composure and intelligence. And although she was simply dressed in slacks and a loose sweater, I could tell she was exactly that kind of woman who I had no defense against -- in her proud bearing and Poised female presence, she was large in all the right places.
I asked Wanda, the barmaid, who she was: "Oh, that's Betty," said Wanda, "She comes in for darts and pool occasionally ... I don't know her well but she seems to have her followers among the guys." I wondered just what Wanda's quickie portrait of Betty might mean -- particularly intriguing to me was her use of the word "followers" -- but when I turned back to look at this woman, she was nowhere to be seen. Gone. I nursed my drink, wondering at the magic of being so immediately tuned into someone who didn't even acknowledge that I existed -- I wanted so much to speak with this Betty, to find a way to declare to her my interest, although I knew her avoidance in acknowledging my gaze was no doubt her way of keeping me suspended in place. It was her control tactic for strange males, I decided, a way to hold my kind in abeyance until Betty decided on a further option. We'd yet to speak, had not even exchanged glances, yet already Betty was completely on top.
I came out of the mens room and our paths crossed -- Betty was on her way into the adjoining ladies room. We were, for that brief instant, seemingly transfixed by each other, not knowing who would go first or even what our protocol would be -- that classic scene where two people are facing each other and neither one of them makes the first move. Or so it at first seemed. I stared into her eyes and her return glance was direct and appraising, but noncommital. It dawned on me that I was mistaken, that Betty's not making the first move was a deliberate choice she'd made. I should have known. She stared dead into my living eye as if to make sense of my being in her way.
"I am Ra's Elf," I stammered, "and you are ... magnificent!" Clumsy and vulnerable, enthusiastic and wretched, I might as well have been but a schoolboy.
She stared at me and her eyes took in my posture and my bearing. Something very close to a smirk had come over her features. Yet I was thrilled to have this self-composed lady appraise me so forthrightly. Her eyes were cold, but keen and unapologetic. She stared at my physique and her eyes were bold, looking me up and down. I could not but help notice how her loose sweater clung to the fullness of her bosom ... I was stunned when she took a deep breath, making her already marvelous bosoms rise ... her nipples seemed to press outward against the cloth of her sweater and with difficulty I forced my gaze not to linger ... and my vanity was at such a pitch I thought her deep breath had something to do with how solidly fit my own physique was -- even though I was older, I liked to think my strength showed thru, that my daily fitness regimen had borne fruit. That I was more than just some vain man-child with a receding hairline ...
"I'm Betty," she said, "can I get by?" Her tone of voice was matter of fact, direct. She went around me as if I wasn't there, but her generous bosoms brushed my arm ever so lightly as she passed – again, I was thrilled beyond reason.
Flushed and encouraged by so little, I reclaimed my stool at the bar and waited for Betty to come out. Glancing around the room, I could see no other lady even remotely as attractive as she -- I was already under Betty's power and I was so well aware of that fact that there might as well have been a sign on my back.
Had I been a wiser man, I would have taken immediate note of the fact that Betty did not reappear ... as it was, I drank my beer and ordered another before it dawned on me that Betty was no longer there ... somehow she had disappeared herself completely, left the premises like a whisp, a dream. Had she even been there at all?
This was a Thursday night, in fact it was the very Thursday night I was supposed to go back across the river to Secrets and meet up again with the powerful Marilyn ... I waited a tad beyond what seemed like a reasonable amount of time, then I left and headed across the river, to that fabled club on the Ohio ... Secrets!
Secrets was not crowded when I came in, typical for a weekday night, with only a few couples. I thought I might see Melannie, Secrets' imperious and bawdy owner, but she was not there yet. I spotted Marilyn right away, however, seated halfway down the bar, her broad back turned my way. I walked up to her and stood behind her, gazing upon her expansive charms.
I did not hesitate this time, but bent close to her and exhaled my breath along the nape of her neck ... the refreshing candor of Marilyn's laughter was my reward, a tonic to my ears, and when she turned in my direction her grin was wide and welcoming.
“Ra's Elf! my toy!" she exclaimed, and with that she immediately let both her hands roam up under my shirt and rise to my nipples ... she pinched both simultaneously as she tugged me close and French kissed me forcefully, her tongue so deep in me I sucked upon it greedily. When she slowly moved her tongue in and out between my lips the sensation was that she was simultaneously teasing and taking advantage, toying with her toy, reasserting her utter and complete control ... her pinching grew even more vigorous so that as I sucked at her deep tongue I also took in several sharp breaths, which made her laugh all the more as she broke away from the kiss.
She led me over to the side and we sat close at one of the tables back toward the unlit stage where the lighting of the bar was not so intrusive. Marilyn deftly unzipped me and pulled the elastic band of my briefs out and tucked the band down under my testicles as she had done once before ... the maneuver made both my penis and balls rear out from my unzipped trousers, highlighted and available for whatever play she had in mind. "What an eager fellow," she mocked, "and what a talented pair of lips." Marilyn unbuttoned her blouse and it was clear to me where she next wanted my lips ... her fingers closed upon my balls, toying with them as I sank into the enclosing depths of her warmly generous cleavage, licking between her breasts. I lifted her bra over her bosoms, freeing them -- they were wide and heavy and soon my lips closed upon a thickened nipple, drawing it in. Her fingers on my balls grew ever more insistent and bold, squeezing them together and pulling them, and it was both painful and exquisite, so that my suckling itself grew more insistent ... again I began those involuntary sharp intakes of breath and the air being drawn in across her nipple aroused Marilyn further and soon she had my cock firmly in hand, her expert grip closing with intimate intent around its head and tightening rhythmically so that my breath continued to come faster and faster as I moved alternately over to the second nipple.
Marilyn allowed her skirt to rise high along her thighs and as I moved back and forth from breast to breast I knew it was only a matter of time until Marilyn demanded even more intimate attention from my lips. My hand moved to her thighs and she parted them permissively. The flesh of her inner thighs was soft and warm as my touch moved firmly but gently toward her source. I soon perceived her nakedness as my hand rose. I felt the delicate touch of her most intimate fleece but then, even before I could touch the warm softness those hairs covered, Marilyn suddenly closed and tightened her thighs upon my hand. Although I had gotten far enough to discover Marilyn was not wearing panties, now my hand was held fast by the strength of her enclosing thighs. I felt her own hand go under my ball sac and pull the elastic band out and then she let it snap back against my cock and the snap was startling and briefly painful, causing my already aroused member to grow even more strained and swollen. Marilyn pulled my zipper up for me and, just that quick, my privates were once again tucked out of sight.
