Prelude
"Let me take you to bed," she said in a matter of fact manner, "and I will give you something no other girl can ever give you."
--69—
I have one consuming passion—women. I had pursued them all over the world. I had even caught a respectable number of them. At the age of forty, I am almost as fast as when I was seventeen. Nevertheless, I know that time is starting to take its toll. A depressing fact of physiology I try to ignore.
In a few years, I will start searching for a skilled cosmetic surgeon. I am already preparing a plan for my midlife crisis. Naturally, it includes a red sports car and two eighteen year old girls.
My desired woman of the moment was a twenty-something year old named Neenah. She sat across from me on the other side of the narrow table in a dimly lit roadside tavern outside of town.
A short squat Chianti bottle was the only object on the table. Someone had shoved a red candle down its deep throat. Apparently, the management's weak attempt to create an Italian atmosphere for this definitely down scale club.
The light from the long red shaft cast flickering shadows across her pale oval shaped face and danced in her dark eyes.
Her eyes were the first thing I notice when we met. Surprising because I've always considered myself to be a boob man. "Hey---I am up here" are words women have said to me more than once.
"Look. I am a Gargoyle," She said sticking out her long pink tongue at me. And so she was.
She sat with her elbows on the cheap red and white plastic table cover. Her open hands with long thin fingers cradling her chin and cheeks.
She wore her dark hair loose tonight. It cascaded down below her shoulders falling smoothly onto her black cotton turtleneck sweater. A sweater that was tight enough to outline her large breasts—breasts I visualized as being very firm. Even perky. Two exquisite scoops of vanilla that I had not touched or tasted.
I noticed she wore a heavy gold ring with an oval onyx on her left hand. The gold glinted buttery yellow in the warm light.
The small dimly lit after hour's jazz club was almost empty. An obviously stoned group of musicians stood on the postage stamp sized stage playing "Harlem Nocturne". The music fit the mood of the moment.
Neenah's call inviting me here tonight had been a shocker. I had been interested in the tall girl with the large bust and narrow waist and the legs of a prima ballerina since the first time I saw her—that being two weeks ago.
"Lust at first sight" was what she had called my initial reaction to her.
She would appear from out of nowhere at the University where I was studying English Literature. Smile, laugh and talk teasingly to me. Just as quickly, she would vanish. When I had questioned her about her Houdini way of coming and going, she had brushed it off with an easy laugh that tinkled like fine crystal.
She shook back her thick silken hair and said, "I am Neenah, woman of mystery. If you knew all there was to know about me, I would be
just another
graduate student in the Department of History.
"
My mystique makes you want me,
" she added in a stage voice.
She was right. I always had a great appreciation for women intellectually and physically. However, once I had taken the gift in my hands—the bow removed and the pretty paper torn, the package ripped open the thrill quickly faded. I wanted a new prettily wrapped box with a new gift inside.
The tall auburn haired server walked slowly to our table in the back of the club and sat our drinks down in front of us. She gave me a wink and a smile and was gone. Neenah acted as if nothing had happened.
I picked up the cold green bottle and took a long drink of Heineken. Neenah had ordered a single malt scotch whisky on the rocks. With a far away look she sat with her head cocked at an awkward angle and swished the caramel colored liquid around in the glass.
"Looking into the future are you?"
She raised her head and looked directly into my eyes. She blinked, hesitated as if hunting for words and said, "Actually yes. I was in a manner of speaking."
"And what did you see, Oh Lady of mystery?" I chuckled and took another swallow of my ice-cold beer.
Her long oval face with the slightly aristocratic aquiline nose formed its self into a broad smile that showed perfect even white teeth. "I see you and me in lusty play in my castle strong and mighty on a very large and comfy four poster bed.
I see me mounting your strong masculine body and sliding down on your spectacular cock. I see us fucking for hours and hours."
She paused and added, "I see me fucking you to death!" Then her voice turned to that of a bored little girl, "outside of that nothing much."
I sat there looking at her. I felt my wool trousers begin to get very tight across my lap. I took a long, long drink of the Heineken.
"And how far is that into the future?" I asked trying to sound cool and blasé. As if I heard this kind of thing every day from every woman, with whom I shared drinks
She took a long pull at her whisky. Daintily putting the glass back on the table she looked down at it. She peered intently for a few seconds and looked up.
"It is to be quite soon. Actually, I foresee a coupling of our bodies will take place the night of the next full moon."
Outstanding! A hit and I didn't even need to swing
. I felt the first tingle of the night . She had me hot now.
"Steady…the moon is not full, yet." She said.
"Fortune teller and mind reader. What a woman."
"Oh David, I am a woman of many talents," she smiled at me again, "I even read the Kama Sutra. Most women only look at the pictures."
Definitely a hit
. Neenah had me off balance.
I had the distinct impression she had accomplished what she had intended to do before the night ever began. From our first conversation, she had played the "good cop-bad cop' game with me. Inviting and speaking with sexual metaphor one minute. Turning definitely frigid without warning. Neenah was the consummate cock tease. She knew it and I knew it. It was the game we played from our first meeting.
--69--
The first time I saw Neenah Rogers was on the way to a night class. I turned and there she was. There was no color in her attire…just black. Around her in the hallway there was nothing but white—white rubber tile underfoot, white painted walls on both sides, and white acoustical ceiling overhead
She shook back her long dark hair and smiled. She walked slowly up to me. I thought she was beautiful, poised and very self-confident. I tried to introduce myself in a way that would impress her.
Her response had been, "David Livingston, yea. I know who you are. Doctorial candidate in the English Department. Romantic Literature.
Independently wealthy thanks to a well managed trust fund left to you by a doting grandmother. You are a very bright perennial student and part time playboy. You have not reached jetsetter status although you are a motivated wantabe. That about it? Come walk with me. I have a dinner date and must run" She led and I followed
We walked out to the parking lot. It was the middle of October. There was a bite to the night air. A bright moon floated over the university campus. I forgot about my class.
"So why me?" I asked when we stopped at her car, a silver porch Targa.
She clicked open the door and looked back at me. I could see the moonlight reflected in her gleaming eyes." Why you what?"
"Why the contact? Why the dramatic meeting? I have never seen you before in my life."
She clasped her pale hands together in front of her and looked down at the cement for a minute. When she looked up her face was gleaming. "Simple David Livingston. I want you."
I stood watching as she stepped into her sports car, raced the engine, and did a perfect speed shift as she exited the parking lot into the cold night.
Damn
! I didn't know if this was a gag, a crazy girl or for real.
I wanted her was all I knew!
--69—
Now it was two weeks later and we were again in a parking lot—an almost empty parking lot at the "Romper Room Club". I glanced at my Rolex as we stopped at her car. A little after two in the morning. I looked around the deserted parking lot. It was a clear night with lots of stars overhead. The moon was almost full.
"Hey," I said and pointed to it.
"Sorry David. It doesn't go full until tomorrow night."
I stuck out my lower lip and made a pout face and she shook back her long hair and laughed a silvery laugh.
"Don't look so deprived or depraved for that matter." She gazed purposefully around. The parking lot was as quiet as a graveyard. We were so far from the main highway; traffic noise was a distant whisper. All around the small club were trees and undeveloped land. I could hear the night sounds of crickets.
"Tell you what David—to keep up your interest," she lowered her voice to a conspirator tone. "Let me give you a brief commercial for the main feature."
"You expect me to say no?"
She frowned like a disapproving mom frowns at her misbehaving child.
Few are the number of times David Livingston has been without words. What followed marked the beginning of one of those times.
Neenah was wearing a pleated black wool skirt that came to her shapely ankles. She looked deeply into my eyes, without ever looking down— not even once, she unfastened it, and let it drop to the pavement. I heard my breath come whistling in past my teeth and down my suddenly dry throat.
She stood there in the silver moonlight naked from the waist down. Without seeming to have done anything unusual, she walked to the front of the slanting hood of the Porsche, assumed a supine position on her back, spread wide her legs and put her feet on the bumper.
I don't know how long I stood there before I realized the gates of paradise had opened wide for me. And I had not even needed to jimmy the lock!
"Stand and deliver, David Livingston," she said.
Without hesitation, I dropped my pants and tore off my boxer shorts. Everything became a kaleidoscope of pictures.
Thick black pubic hair—natural and not trimmed, a tight wet pussy that parted reluctantly to take me in only to seal itself around me when I shoved deeply into her. Both of us breathing hard—sucking in the cold night air. There were periods of animal noises that escaped from her throat.
From her position she controlled the pace and tempo of our coupling. She shoved her torso to me and locked her legs around my body. She slowly sucked me into her; first cock, then body and then…
She stopped all movement. I could hear the loud zinging of my blood in my ears. Slowly she tightened her wetness around me. I gave a loud involuntary moan. She kept me locked deep within her. She tilted her face toward mine.
The moon illuminated the scene. Her normal haughty expression was gone—vanished. Her voluptuous red lips parted in a snarl. Her nostrils flared as if she were an animal sniffing it's pray. She bared her teeth in wild lust bordering on the unrolled. Her dark eyes smoldering coals.
She made a long groaning sound deep in her throat. Neenah finished me with a series of deep thrusting movements followed by her deadly grip. I fell forward. Caught myself with both hands on the cold metal of the car hood. I felt completely drained.
I heard Neenah's crystal laugh. It sounded hollow and far away.
--69—
The sun was dropping below the tree-lined horizon when I stopped my car in front of Ms. Neenah Rogers home. She had invited me for a drink.
Her words from last night echoed in my mind. "My castle strong and mighty". The mansion behind the rock wall and the steel gates that secured it from the rest of the world was that and more. The modern version of the castles of the middle ages.
Before I could ring the call bell, the massive gates swung open. I drove onto the grounds of the estate.
--69--
True to her word there was a massive hand carved four-poster bed in her upstairs bedroom. We stood touching each other face to face—stripped nude at the foot of the bed. A sea of colored pillows awaiting our submersion into what ever wild sexual desires she wished to plunge.
Again, she led and I followed. She wrapped her long strong arms around my waist and pulled me tightly against her shapely higure. I looked into her dark eyes for a moment. I kissed her full on her crimson red lips. Her mouth yielded to mine. I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth.
In response, I felt her hard lean body press against mine. She rubbed herself against my cock. She rubbed me until it was shoved upward and trapped by her body. Slowly she rubbed me with her pussy. Rocking from side to side.
I felt her tongue lightly touch the tip of mine. Then like a swirling pool of deep water, she sucked hard pulling it deep into her oral cavity. I was aware of my heart beat. It sounded normal. As she sucked me down into her, it pounded harder and harder. I felt the room make a complete three-hundred-and- sixty degree turn. Slowly like a child's carousel.
Then I was lying flat on my back in the middle of her bed—surrounded by pillows and enveloped by Neenah. She sat straddled across my body. Her large firm breasts hung down over my face. Her hands held my arms extended over my head. Her dark eyes were looking down at me. They twinkled with mischief.
"How the hell did you get up there," I asked in genuine confusion. "More importantly. How did I get down here?
She tilted her face to the ceiling and shook her hair back over her shoulders, out of her face, and cast her gaze down at me. "You mean
way down there
