This is the continuation of an encounter that picks up from the prior chapter. It really doesn't stand alone as a story very well so I encourage you to go back to the beginning of this series.
I hope you enjoy!
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Those Eyes Ch. 4
Getting the remainder of Mary Beth's buttons undone and her blouse removed kept getting sped-up by me as more and more of her upper body was revealed. So sexy. Clear, porcelain skin with absolutely perfect B cup sized breasts in a very understated and modest cream colored bra. There were about a half dozen freckles in a small cluster just below the silver Cross on her necklace but that was the extent of any markings on her otherwise clear skin.
This became the canvas for which her passion had begun to visibly reveal itself. The splotches of crimson, and various other shades of red, were spattered haphazardly across her chest as if Jackson Pollock had been turned loose with his brushes.
The result was breathtaking.
As I kissed my way down her neckline and across her collarbone to lay the blouse with her slacks on the floor, I got a peek at her panties and they also appeared to be more for comfort than sex appeal and they were in a color that looked like her bra. Likely a very unassuming and practical matching set...which would fit the personality of the woman I had come to know today.
Once freed of the blouse, my hands found the clasp at the back of the bra as I worked my kisses back up her neck to her ear. Her moaning was becoming a bit more subdued and as I leaned back to create space with which to remover her bra, I noticed that her eyes were closed. Not just shut. Closed. Like she was scrunching them closed.
That was odd. Less than a minute ago her eyes looked like the flamed tip of a blowtorch and she was intently watching and participating in each little new step we took. Now she seemed to be retreating into a shell.
To gauge just where she was at in all this, I asked quietly, "Do you want to lie back, Mary Beth, so that we can remove your panties?"
She immediately reclined and aligned herself on the bed so that her head was on a pillow. Once horizontal, she lifted her hips and quickly pushed her panties down and dropped them off the side of the bed. She did this somewhat perfunctorily and I didn't see her open her eyes.
Okay..? She didn't hesitate, I thought, so she still seems to want to proceed. But what changed?
I sat there for a minute admiring her body and lazily running my fingertips up and down her torso, then onto her legs and then back up and down her arm closest to me. I wasn't touching her sensitive spots, just trying to pass comfort and relaxation through to her through a gentle touch.
Lying back, her small breasts had next to no sag and her perfectly symmetrical, eraser nub nipples were hard and pointing high. Just a hint of a paunch on an otherwise tiny waist and a beautiful black bush that was groomed but still in a full triangle covering her mound. Really nice legs, and like her bra and panty set, her toenails were painted to match her fingernails.
Not the body of a 46 year old. I guess her petite frame and the fact she hadn't given birth to children allows her to keep it all together much longer than the typical women her age.
Apparently, my relaxation efforts weren't working for her as she was still laying there perfectly still with her eyes scrunched closed. Like laying on the exam table at a doctors visit.
"Are you all good, Mary Beth?" I asked gently before doing anything additional with her.
"Ohhh, yeah. Very good!", she replied back with some of that same sultry tone she left me with a few minutes ago. But still no opening of the eyes. Again, seemed ready to move forward but just not as an active participant. I was a little flummoxed and it was throwing me off my game.
The only thing I could come up with is that we were at the point of our interlude where in any of her prior sexual experiences she was just supposed to lay back and take what's coming. An inanimate receptacle. How would that be enjoyable for her? More importantly, what guy finds that appealing? Having sex with a partner who doesn't actively participate?
That doesn't work for me.
If that's what she's accustomed to, I've got to see if she's open to more. To a more complete experience. Everything leading up to this point has revealed one of the most intense and passionate women I've ever been around. Shutting that down and sequestering it now would be a shame.
"Mary Beth", I said as I sat up closer to her and slid my had back up to her cheek, "look at me."
She turned her head slightly toward the sound of my voice and opened her eyes.
"There's my girl," I said with a gentle smile. Time to see where we stand.
"I'm happy because you said that you "truly want to make love" and that excites me," I started, "but we can only do that if you are here with me. Taking part. Sharing your passion with me."
"Is that something you can do for me? Is that what you want?" I asked her.
Mary Beth had a little "deer in the headlights" look to her as she processed what I said and subsequently had asked of her. There was about a 30 second stretch where I could tell she was struggling to understand what she was apparently doing wrong, then a shift toward realization where I thought she was maybe going to break down crying.
Eventually, very softly she said, "I can do that. And that's what I want more than anything."
Okay. So we know where we want to go. Now, how do we get there?
Taking into account some of the incidents that had occurred earlier throughout the day, it's clear Mary Beth doesn't have much experience in this arena and she seems willing to be helped, or even led if need be, to get to what she wants. A silly thought kept popping into my head. An idea, really. One so stupid that I kept rejecting it and closing it out of my mind. But it wouldn't go away.
Would it work? Could it? More than likely Mary Beth would think I'm an idiot and laugh me out of my own bedroom. Shit, shit, shit.
The problem is I had no other ideas except just giving her my best shot and seeing if I could draw her out of her shell through sheer bliss and admiration of my skills. Yeah, right. Make her a receptacle again and what...just hope I'm somehow magical? Really dumb plan. That's not what she wants and in that case, I likely only get one shot to help give her what she wants.
Even as a younger guy I'm pretty confident in my love making because I've been taught both attentiveness and patience. And for one of the few times in my own, fairly modest sexual history I am definitely more caring about what Mary Beth gets out of this more than I am meeting my own needs. Call me a young, sentimental fool, I guess, but this really is all about her.
So back to my idea that now weirdly seems less stupid than just diving in and giving it my best shot.
During my first two years of college, there was a silly sex game going around campus where students who hooked-up would play a version of 'Simon Says' during their encounter. I'd done it a couple of times and didn't get much out of it, like most other accounts I was told about, our sexual maturity level at the time meant the game went something like this:
"Simon says kiss me."
"Simon says show me your breasts."
"Simon says suck my dick....."
