In the moments after Cindy told me at the restaurant that she wanted to fuck me, and after Buddy said that it was OK with him, I can't say that I remember too much. I don't remember if the food was good, I don't remember if I picked up the check. There might have been a huge, "Animal House" style food-fight and I wouldn't have noticed. All I could think about was Cindy, about my gorgeous, sexy neighbor, and that I was going to fulfill the fantasy that had dominated my thoughts from the day I met her.
But when we got back to our apartments Cindy trotted upstairs and Buddy steered me to my door. "Go ahead and take a quick shower. When we're ready, we'll let you know."
So I had to wait, and what followed were the longest 45 minutes of my life. I took Buddy's advice and showered, cleaning myself from head to toe, scrubbing away with a rough sponge that left me squeaky clean. I was erect, and I gave myself a few soapy tugs that sent shivers up and down my spine. I looked down at my cock and couldn't believe that soon it would be buried deep inside Cindy's pussy. I washed the soap off and admired my stiff pink rod, and I hoped Cindy would admire it as well.
I toweled off and when I went to blow my hair dry there was a big box on the bed with a note attached that read "Wear this." I opened the box and inside were several pairs of dark silk boxers, a heavy black silk robe, and thick Japanese-style sandals. I stepped into a pair of shimmering black boxers and slipped the robe on. The silk felt great against my dick, and my back, and I stepped to the mirror to see how I looked. If I ever needed a costume for a Halloween party I could put this on and go as Hugh Hefner. I grinned at my reflection. I looked damn good. Maybe Hef's been on to something these last few decades.
I dried my hair, brushed my teeth, sprayed myself with a tiny hit of cologne, and waited. The phone rang about a minute later.
It was Cindy. "Nicky, I'm ready for you. Are you ready for me?"
"Oh, God, yes."
"Is that beautiful cock nice and hard."
"Yes, yes!"
"Then bring it to me, baby," she said, her voice criminally sultry.
The walk upstairs seemed awfully long. My knees were weak, by the time I mounted the last step I was panting like a Himalayan climber. I knocked on the door and Buddy pulled it open.
"Aren't you supposed to say trick-or-treat?" he chuckled.
"Like you can talk." I said. Buddy's robe was just like mine, but a deep burgundy. It was strange to see the rough-and-tumble guy wearing something so luxurious.
"The tape is ready to go, but I'll give you two a few moments alone so you can get comfortable. Go in, and close the door. Cindy's in the bathroom. She'll come out when she's ready."
I closed the bedroom door and took in the scene. There were several candles lit around the room, and two soft lights illuminated the rest of the room. That big white coverlet was still on the bed. I waited, staring at the bathroom door with a mix of fear and anticipation. Fear that I somehow wouldn't measure up to her expectations, anticipation because the sexiest woman I'd ever met was coming to make love to me.
The knob turned, the door opened. Cindy walked out. "Hi, honey."
Oh, God. Her blonde hair fell about her shoulders and framed her gorgeous face, her tan making her blue eyes sparkle like sapphires. Her lips were a deep crimson, and her nails painted to match. She wore a black satin corset that lifted her magnificent breasts and formed a deep cleavage. Her hips swelled out from her trim waist the sheer black material looked painted on. Her black stockings were held by a matching garter belt. Black high heels completed the ensemble. She was a vision out of every man's fantasy.
"How do I look?" she purred.
I remembered a line from a Woody Allen movie. "It's nice, but I wish you'd worn something sexy."
She laughed and snuggled up against me. "I could put on some sweats and a T-shirt."
"No, this is fine. You look absolutely incredible."
"So do you," she said as she fingered the lapel of my robe. "You're so handsome, so strong." She slid her arms around my neck. She smelled so good, her perfume was exotic, woodsy and spicy.
"I'm very nervous," I said.
"So am I, but in a good way."
"In a great way."
"I think this first time it might be best if you let me take care of things. Just relax and enjoy yourself."
"Sure, fine, sure."
"Good." She leaned up and kissed me, softly at first, her lips so warm and her body so firm as our bodies rubbed against each other. Her mouth opened and she twisted her tongue into my mouth, caressing the roof of my mouth, my teeth, my lips. She drew my tongue into her mouth and sucked on it, tickling the tip with her own tongue. Her hands were moving too, sliding down my waist and untying the sash of my robe. She opened the front and let her searching hands roam all over my chest, her nails gently scraping my skin. Cindy released my tongue and kissed my chin, my cheek, my earlobe, working her way down.
My erection strained against the cool silk of my boxers. She slid her hands around my waist and reached down to cup my ass in her hands, hard enough that her nails dug in. I suddenly remembered that I had hands of my own. I caressed the nape of her neck and circled my right arm around her and pulled us tight together. I looked into those blue eyes and kissed her the way she kissed me.
After a moment she stepped back and moved behind me. "Let me help you take this off." The robe slid easily off my shoulders and Cindy draped it over a chair. She took my shoulders in her hands and twisted my body so I was facing the big mirror in the corner. Still standing behind me, she reached around and hugged me close. I saw her slim fingers lock together in a tight hug, and her soft hair felt so good against my back.
"It's going to be so good with you," Cindy whispered. She kissed me between my shoulder blades, and then I felt her tongue trace a wet line from there down to the crack of my ass. She knelt behind me, and in the mirror I watched as her hands caressed my thighs, and my stomach, but she still didn't touch my penis.
"Are you ready for Buddy to come in?" she asked.
"Uh, sure."
"Honey! We're ready!" The bedroom door opened, and I was on camera. I could see Buddy grinning from ear to ear behind the camcorder pointed straight at me.. He said, "I really want to catch the expression on his face, wait a second...OK, go ahead."
Cindy reached up and took hold of the elastic band of my boxers and slowly pulled them down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, my penis sticking straight out hard and true. I was breathing fast, looking at the mirror, waiting for Cindy's hands to reappear, trying not to too aware of the camera recording everything.
Cindy's hands didn't reach around to my erection, not yet. She pulled my ass cheeks apart and, to my total astonishment, began tonguing my anus. No woman had ever done that to me before and the sensation was so unexpected, and so delicious, that my mouth opened in a big O. I let out a sound halfway between a whimper and a scream.
"Oh, he likes that," Buddy said.
