Part 9
He wondered what it was. The physical attraction. But there was more; not just lewd thoughts and acts. She was a nice woman, a great figure, gay, and resourceful, both in the office and in bed. Or wherever. He enjoyed her company, her laughter, her sexy voice, her smell, her taste. While occasionally they tried to abstain from bodily contact, generally it proved rather difficult not to touch, not to kiss, not to feel. Generally the temptation was too great, despite the frequently frustrating circumstances and crampy spaces.
After a long mission abroad he found himself alone at home. Doing his laundry, cleaning away the dust. The doorbell rang. He wasn’t expecting anyone and, semi-dressed in a king-size T-shirt and boxers with little green elephants, he opened the door, making sure that he could not really be seen.
“Good morning.. sleepyhead! Thought I would come and visit you. For once. My husband is at work, the kids at school”. He took the chain from the hook and opened the door. “Shhttt… You do not have to alarm the entire neighbourhood!” He hushed her inside.
“My goodness, and I was thinking that you would enjoy seeing me” she exclaimed, still too loudly, once she was inside. He kissed her abruptly on her mouth. Whether it was a move to make her shut up, or whether it was really to welcome her, he did not know. “I am enjoying it” he responded finally. “Two full weeks, without … It has not been too easy, you know”.
She giggled. “I know.. I know, the same with me.. Could not wait until I would see you on Monday. In the office..”.
“Coffee?” he asked. She mumbled a reply, which he took for a yes. “You can take off your coat and go into the living. Just have to manipulate the percolator…”. He disappeared into the kitchen and busied himself with grinding coffee beans. He poured water into the machine and put it on the stove – low fire. “It will only take a minute!” he shouted – no reply. The water started boiling, bubbled upwards in the percolator – coffee! A nice strong smell filled the kitchen. He took two tiny cups, filled them with the hot, strong liquid, added a bit of sugar, and carried them into the living room.
To his surprise the living room was dimly lit. The blinds had been drawn. She was sitting on the couch. Next to a small pile of cloths. Obviously they were hers as she was stark naked, sitting in the semi-dark, waiting impatiently.
“Finally!” she said with a big grin, “coffee!” He carefully handed her a cup and sat down. They drank in silence – he was glad that the cups were tiny indeed.
“So what have you been up to during your trip? Where were you? Congo?”
He nodded. “Nothing much, a lot of running around, too much beer..”.
“No women?”
“No women..”.
“You missed me?”
He nodded again. “Feel!”
She looked at his shorts, which had taken the shape of a tent. “No need to feel, I can see it well enough!” she said laughingly. She fumbled with her hand in his boxer short and managed to unfold and liberate his penis from their cotton prison. “I still find it beautiful, you know.. To see you get aroused. Your dick get harder.. The precum”.
Mesmerizing, almost dreamily she stroke his erect penis. “And you know what it does to me? It makes me wet, so fucking wet.. You have no idea.. The mere thought of playing with you, like this.. I am creaming in my pants.. Eh, on your sofa in this case. It makes me want you, feel you, feel you inside me…”. With a sigh, how close was Venice? she almost attacked his penis and took it deep into her mouth.
Absent minded he stroke her auburn hair – not a grey one in sight. Watched her deep throat him, taking his cock almost in between her tonsils. “Wait!” he suddenly said, “Wait, I have a present for you. A surprise.. Bought on the way…”.
She seemed somewhat surprised, slightly shocked even. Cum was on her lips. She looked at him – her face a question mark.
He stood up, walked quickly to his bedroom, his dick swaying against his thighs. In his bedroom he opened his suitcase, still unpacked, except for the habitual toiler articles, and took out a long, thin box. Walking back through the corridor, he grinned, wondering what she would think of her little present. Whether she would dare to take it home.
Back in the living he handed her the package, wrapped in shiny red paper, a black ribbon. “For you!” he said, “a very special person… woman!” She kissed him thanks and quickly tore away the paper. A box appeared. “Open it!” he ordered. She tore away the carton impatiently.
“What is it?” she asked when she finally held her present. But he did not need to answer.
“Jezus, you bought me a .. vibrator?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I thought you would like it.. You may not need it but, maybe, it can add to the pleasure…”
By the broad smile on her face he realised she understood all too well. “Let’s try it” she responded with a husky voice.
By turning some knob at the end of the tiny machine, the head started making turns. “No idea whether the speed can be regulated…” he said pensively.
“I do not give a shit. Try it…”. She laid down in his lap and spread her legs wide apart. “Try it.. Put it where it belongs..”.
Carefully, he took the vibrator and pressed the head against her clitoris. She shivered and giggled. “It feels really strange.. But nice.. Go on, keep it there for a while…”
He did as he was told. Drawing circles with the humming toy. He felt her contract, stretch, the muscles in her belly tighten.
“Can you play with that, that thing and at the same time kiss me there?” she asked.
He did as he was asked. While using the vibrator on her clitoris he slowly but strongly licked her vagina. “My god” he exclaimed, “I have never seen you so wet… “
“Must be the long period in between” she said soto vocce, He simply smiled, his face covered with her juices.
Suddenly she grabbed him by the head, pulled his hair, too hard. “Oh my God, oh my God, I am cumming…. I am cumming” she shrieked. He felt her pussy contract, almost imprisoning his tongue inside her. She stiffened; tiny beads of sweat covered her belly. She was breathing hard, chewing her lips, her eyes closed. He looked at her and asked her whether she liked it. Flushed, she simply nodded.
Active as usual, he removed the vibrator and carefully tried to enter her. Humming happily, the little machine disappeared between her cunt lips. He watched in amazement, but smiled broadly when noticing the pleasure he obviously caused.
