"See what?"
She looked at me, appearing a little pissed for having made her say it. In a stage whisper she said, "Your penis."
"Well, come in, please."
She did not look up, but came in the room. She had to pass very close to me, as I did not move to make a lot of room for her. She smelled good.
She looked nervous, and of course she was. But mostly, she was dominated by single-minded desire. It embarrassed her, and she had a hard time looking at me. Though part of that was because she continued to look at my robe, where, if opened, it would reveal the object of her intense interest.
I did not say anything, allowing the tension in the room to rise. Finally, she broke it.
"Well, are you going to show it to me?"
"What?"
"Are you going to show me your penis? You wanted to show it to me. I'm here."
"I did not say I wanted to show it to you. I said I thought you would want to see it. And, I was right, it seems you do."
"OK, you were right. So, are you going to show it to me?"
"That's not a very nice way to ask."
"Would you please show me your penis, then?"
"Yes, I'd be happy to do so."
She hadn't looked up yet, her eyes now fixed on the robe concealing my cock. I pulled the cloth belt holding it on to loosen it, and then allowed the robe to fall open. It did not, of course, open wide, though it did allow her to glimpse my semi-erect member inside the folds. I could see her struggling not to reach out and pull the robe open. She was literally flexing her hands open and closed.
"I want to see it better. Can you take off the robe?"
"Well, I could, but then I'd be naked. And you would be clothed. Perhaps you should take off your dress first."
Now she became conflicted again, but her desire to see and to get at my cock overwhelmed her resistance. She paused, then she reached down, arms crossed, and grabbed the sides of her "little black dress" and pulled it up over her head in one fluid, and graceful, move. She tossed it on the bed.
"Is that better?"
"I think your bra is attractive enough, but I think you would look better without it."
She had an interesting conflict going on. She was actually quite reserved and probably a little modest while at the same time pretty impatient. It was fun to watch the struggle, but it did not last a long time. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She shrugged out of it and tossed it onto the bed along with her dress. She stood in her heels, wearing only a skimpy black thong.
It's been my experience that most women look better without clothes than with them, though I suppose as we get older that might not be the case. I don't know; I've never seen a lot of naked older people. This woman, however, was remarkable with her clothes on and was stunning with them off. You know how some women have breasts that are a lot larger than they look when they are dressed? They take off their tops and it's like, where did all that come from? This woman was like that. She was packing much more substantial boobage than I first thought. They were firm, well defined, and while not huge, they were still pretty serious. They seemed to defy gravity. Her belly was flat, and her waist was narrow and the effect was to make her boobs look more pronounced than they might have on someone else. In any case, the effect was wonderful. I could have looked at her for hours. She, however, was clearly impatient.
"OK, there. Are you going to take off the robe?" Her eyes had not moved from the glimpse of penis she could see. She obviously did not like not being able to see it unobstructed.
"You look very nice. Yes, that is okay. You might as well take the panties off, too, though. It's only fair, really."
The panties did not cover a lot, but they did keep her from being totally naked. She did not pause for long, though. Having come this far, she just wanted to get what she came for. A look at my cock. She removed the panties and added them to the collection on the bed.
She had only a tiny bit of pubic hair, a little line in the middle of her mons that seemed to point like an arrow toward her cleft more than anything else. And a pretty cleft it was; very delicate, the hood just barely peeking through, and just the hint of labia minor showing. Her legs did not touch up close to her torso, so there was a nice little gap there which allowed a view of all she had. A delightful scene by any measure.
I gestured with my finger in such a way that told her to turn around so I could see her from all sides, which she did, though not as slowly as I would have liked. Like I expected from watching her walk away in the bar, she had a very nice ass. I would have liked a better look but I was aware of her impatience and fair is fair. I allowed the robe to open more fully expose my cock.
I know most guys like their penises, though most also wish it were bigger or something. I really like mine just the way it is. It's pretty long, but not so long that I cannot bottom out in most vaginas. Vaginas do stretch some, but they only go so far. I like the feeling of having those lips snug around the base of my cock, and if it were longer, I'd not get to experience that. Same thing with how big around it is. I want it to be big enough to make for a snug fit, but not so big that I cannot get it in a woman's throat or in her ass. I don't want to hurt anyone. So, anyway, I'm pretty satisfied with my cock.
So, it seems, was she. It was like she was hypnotized. She could not take her eyes off of it. Which was okay with me. I got to stare at her, and that was no hardship. I also got more aroused, and as I became more turgid, her eyes got wider. She was licking her lips. Unconsciously, no doubt, but it was a nice touch.
It was also a clue. My erection was pretty much full. Out and up, he stood proudly, reporting for duty. I was ready, and so was she. I could tell she was longing to touch it before she said, softly, "May I touch it?"
I paused, more for effect than anything, before saying, "You may."
She did not pause. She went to her knees in front of me and gently took my penis in her hand. She held it like is was something incredible or precious. She lightly stroked it, still mesmerized.
While she did that, I worked quickly to set up the resonance. With her touching me, it was not hard, and she was as open as she could be, so in just a little bit she could feel some of what I was feeling. And I could feel what she was feeling. And what I felt enhanced what she was feeling and what she felt enhanced what I was feeling.
She did not know what it felt like to have her penis held and stroked, but when she did it, I felt good. My feeling good made her feel good. She was feeling more of a warmth in her belly, but it increased because of what I was feeling. Likewise, I did not feel exactly what she did, not having a vagina or clitoris or anything like that, but as she felt better, so did I. That's how the resonance works. And it was working just fine.
The more aroused I became, the more aroused she became. The more aroused she became, the more aroused I became. There are limits to how far this goes, but it goes a pretty good ways.
A clear drop of fluid appeared at the tip of my penis. She did not ask, but stuck her tongue out to taste it. She would not have had much success stopping herself if she had tried, but of course she did not try. For my part, I felt around in her Parietal lobe and enhanced her sense of taste so that that clear drop tasted like the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. I could sense her surprise, and her delight. She made a little "mmm" sound, and stuck her tongue into the little hole trying to get at some more. She squeezed my cock, trying to milk more of the liquid out, and succeeded in getting a little more.
