The department store had never seemed so oppressive in the eight years Marta Winter had worked there. Never had the prim and proper air she forced herself to maintain seemed so difficult. Monday was a minute-by-minute torture. And Tuesday was sheer hell.
And to make matters worse, Mitch Mason was gone. Business in two other towns had called him away for the week. She tried to rationalize away what had happened Saturday as a moment of indiscretion. That had lasted all of Sunday. By Monday the aching need within her body forced her to admit the truth-Mitch Mason was one hell of a man and she wanted more of him.
She tried to bury herself in her work and forget what had happened Saturday night in the backyard. It had worked for eight years. But it failed miserably this time. As she showed a new, sexy evening dress to a customer, her thoughts were on how she would look in that dress and bow Mitch would react. Even at home when her eyes drifted to the backyard, she remembered.
By Wednesday everything she saw or touched reminded her of Mitch. She cursed herself. She tried to lose her thoughts in a good book or the offerings of television. Nothing helped.
The cold shower she tried when she arrived home Wednesday evening relieved the tensions a bit. But that quickly evaporated when Neal came in from work and announced Kari and he had a date for hamburgers and a movie.
It took a half-hour under another cold shower to push the vision of Neal and Kari making love from her mind. Afterwards she bundled herself in the softness of a terry-cloth robe and settled down on the couch with the television blaring and the latest copy of a news magazine that had arrived in the mail that morning, neither of which interested her much.
Deciding it was a good night to go to bed early, she pushed away from the sofa and walked to the kitchen for a glass of milk. As she extracted a carton from the refrigerator, the door bell rang. Tightly drawing the belt of her robe around her waist, Marta walked to the door and opened it just enough to peer out. Mitch Mason stood on the other side, grinning and with a bottle of wine in one hand.
"Mitch?" she muttered in disbelief. "I thought you wouldn't be back until Friday?"
"The problems that came up weren't as big as they sounded over the phone," he smiled. "All they needed was a bit of the old Mitch Mason touch. Hey, aren't you going to invite me in?"
"I've just got a robe on," she answered, flustered by her happiness at finding the man at her door and her disappointment at not appearing at her best for him.
"I'll go back to the house and get my robe, if it'll make you feel more comfortable," he chuckled.
"Don't be silly," she smiled, opening the door for him.
"Beautiful," he mused, as his eyes roved over the dark-haired woman. "Three-quarters of the women in this world wish they looked as devastating in a bath robe as you do."
"Bet you say that to all the women you just drop in on," she smiled, pleased by his compliment.
"Don't make a habit of just dropping in on women," he said. "However, neither Janice nor Kari is home and putting one and one together, I decided you would be sitting over here an alone. It seemed like a nice opportunity to drop in."
"I'm glad you did," she moved to him, kissing his cheek.
"Is that all I get after being away four days?" he frowned, getting a quick kiss on the lips from the woman. "That's a little better. But we'll see if we can't make it better after a bit."
The purpose of his visit was quite apparent. Marta shivered as delicious thrills of excitement coursed through her body. But at the same time, she felt as if she were being used. She tried to shake that feeling as they walked into the kitchen, but it nagged at the back of her mind.
"Milk?" Mitch glanced at her glass on the counter.
"I always have a small glass before I go to bed," she answered.
"Mmmmmmm," he smiled a very suggestive smile. "It seems that I timed my arrival perfectly."
His remark and smile bothered her. As much as she wanted this man, she didn't like his attitude. He couldn't just walk in here and expect her to jump into bed with him. That she wanted to do just that didn't matter. It was the principle of the thing.
Placing the bottle he had brought with him on the counter, he walked to her, his arms encircling her waist, "I think it's about time to see about that kiss."
She suppressed the arousal that welled within her loins, "I don't."
He looked at her, confusion in his eyes, "What's the matter?"
"I don't like the way you assume I'm going to pop into bed with you," she answered, her stare challenging him. "Just because we… "
"Just because I discovered you were a damn passionate woman Saturday night, you think you should play coy now," he snapped.
His abruptness stifled the words in her throat.
"Both of us aren't kids playing games," he continued. "We know what men and women are all about. My only assumption when I walked the door was that after four days you would be just as glad to see me as I am to see you. Yes, I hoped we would go to bed together. I haven't meet a woman like you in a long time. But it wasn't my only reason for coming over. However, I saw you in that robe… "
He cut himself off and stared at her for a few moments without speaking, then said, "I guess I'll be going."
"No!" Marta shook her head, stopping him before he could take a step. "I want you to stay. And I want you."
He looked at her, but still made no comment.
"Saturday night… Well, it's never happened to me before," she explained. "Since my husband's death, there haven't been many men in my life. And never one in this town. I just didn't want you to think I was some slut who allowed every man that came alone to take her to bed."
"I don't find myself attracted to sluts," he said simply. Then realizing more needed to be said. "I'm a man who finds this sexy woman as a next-door neighbor. For most of a summer he thinks about her a lot, but never makes any attempt to get to know her because she surrounds herself with walls. Then suddenly I discover there is a woman behind those walls, a woman I find I like very much. That she seems to have a sexual appetite that equals my own makes it that much more interesting."
He paused again, "I think it would be best if I left. I think you need to sort some things out in your mind."
Again she stopped him, "No… I want you to stay… in the bedroom."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she nodded. "I do want you. I've missed you… missed you very much."
His head tilted forward and his lips met hers. Her mouth opened to him and the probing tongue that pushed itself forward. For moments they just stood there, each soaking in the feel of the other, while their tongues flicked and teased with their mouths.
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed as they parted, "You don't realize how much I have missed you."
"About as half as much as I've missed you," he smiled. "Woman, I haven't been able to get you off my mind, Even if the business problems had been mountains instead of molehills, I think I would have found some way to bulldoze them and get back here as early as possible."
"Then you did come here after my body?" she said, a coy sparkle flashing in her eyes.
"It's a body that any man would come after," he answered, pulling her to him once again.
The soft curves of her body pushed out from under her robe, as she burrowed against him. His hands roved over her back and down to the womanly mounds of her ass. His fingertips detected no trace of a bra or panties. His groin stirred with the familiar feelings of desire as he realized her luscious nakedness was so close to him.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned as their lips separated again. "If you keep that up I don't think we'll make it back to the bedroom."
"We could always move into the living room," he whispered as his teeth lightly nibbled at the delicate lobe of her ear. "It's closer."
"Noooo," she answered, quivering under the taunting thrills of his tongue circling around her ear. "I want you to make love to me in the bedroom… in the bed."
"Yes, ma'am," he whispered, his lips moving to the white arch of her neck. "The bedroom it is."
Then as an afterthought he asked, "Are you fresh from the shower?"
"About a half-hour ago," she answered. "Why?"
"I was just wondering how you would react to getting that tight pussy of yours licked," he replied, his hands clamping firmly down on the terry-cloth covered cushions of her rump.
"I'd probably climb the walls with excitement," she shivered, obviously aroused at the prospect of having his tongue waggling around within her cunt.
"Then I suggest we find that bedroom as quickly as possible," he answered.
"Right this way," she smiled, her hands drifting over his crotch as she burrowed against him for another kiss.
When they parted, she took his hand and hastily led him down a short hallway to her bedroom. The room was like the woman herself-no frills. The decor was Spanish, a massive king-size bed and several equally massive chests of drawers and a dressing table. There were several well-reproduced Picasso prints on the wall. One small drawing particularly caught his attention. His mouth dropped open as he examined it closely.
"My god! This is an original!" he exclaimed.
"I brought it in Chicago several years ago," she answered. "It's not very good and it's considered trash by the critics. You know, just a hasty doodle he did. But it was so inexpensive and I couldn't resist buying it."
"I don't blame you," he smiled, turning back to her. His smile grew to a pleased grin and all thoughts of art, except for the living art work that stood before him, were erased from his mind.
Her white robe on the floor around her ankles, she stood naked for his eyes. Her dark eyes flashed with a fiery light of need as his gaze drifted over the supple curves of her body.
The dim light Saturday night had not done her justice. Her tits seemed bigger and fuller than they had that night. Her nipples, poised like dark cherries atop each of those milky white globes, were much fleshier than he remembered. Her figure was lithe and graceful, drawing his eyes down over the slightly trembling flatness of her stomach to the patch of bushy, black pubic moss covering the plump mound of her cunt.
"You are beautiful," he said, his admiring gaze more than showing the sincerity of his words.
His comments weren't wasted on her. She shivered as she moved to the bed and sat on its edge. Her creamy thighs opened a bit, allowing him to see the dark crease of her labia beneath the triangular-shaped fleece of her pubic hairs.
"I think some one mentioned something about… uh…" she stumbled over her words, as if embarrassed to say them.
He said them for her. "Licking that lovely pussy? Running his tongue up into the tight tunnel of your cunt?"
"Yesss," her excitement hissed. "Licking my pussy."
"That's exactly what I intend to do," he grinned. "Then, before I fill that lovely cunt with my cock, I'm going to feel your lips around me."
"In my mouth?" she quivered, her lips parting it bit to reveal the moist pinkness of her tongue.
"All the way down your throat," he nodded, while his fingers freed the buttons of his shirt and slipped it from his body.
He could feel her eyes as his hands drifted to his belt and then to the zipper of his slacks. Peeling the trousers from his legs, he quickly worked his shorts down. His cock sprang into freedom, hard and swollen. Its needy-looking head glistened with clear drops of preseminal fluid.
"Every inch of it," he grinned up at the dark-haired beauty on the bed. "You're going to taste every inch of it… after I have my taste of you."
Her thighs drifted further apart as he approached. The lewd slit of her pussy was already damp with just the thought of his mouth on those plump lips. His eyes caught a wave of gooseflesh move across her shoulders as he lowered himself to the floor in front of her.
Reaching out, his hands caressed the silky smoothness of the interior of her thighs. She moaned, her whole body trembling with anticipation. His eyes drifted up to hers. He smiled, then returned his attention to the dark-fleeced mound of her pubis.
Knowing that her gaze followed his every movement, he slowly leaned forward. His lips puckered. Then he pressed them firmly against her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh!" her voice quavered and her body shook with the excitement of that intimate kiss. "My god, it feels so good!"
He didn't doubt that it did. The thought of her luscious lips wrapped tightly around his prick had him as rigid as a rail. But at the moment he had other things to attend to, mainly one very lovely and very aroused pussy he had promised to lick.
Lick he did!
Making sure she could see his actions, he slowly extended his tongue, while his fingers positioned themselves to each side of her cunt. Easing the plump lips of her outer labia back with his hands, he let the tip of his tongue trace up and down the pink cleft of her pussy.
"God! My sweet god." she groaned with abandoned relish as his inquisitive tongue laved around the mouth of her sex.
She tasted like a woman. It was a deep, musky taste, slightly saline in flavor. Not at all offensive and damn exciting. He smiled to himself at the thought of all the men in the world that denied themselves the pleasure of treating their women to a pussy licking because they felt it was unmanly. The only thing unmanly about refusing to give a woman head was that no real man would deny a woman pleasure.
And at the moment he had no intentions of denying this sexy woman anything.
Wiggling a finger to the top of her cunt gash, he found the pebble-like nubbin of her clitoris. Gently, with soft brushing strokes, he cajoled the bed of flesh out from under its hood of flesh. Then with equal tenderness, he rubbed and caressed the button of feminine pleasure.
He had once heard a doctor's wife tell another woman that she had been married ten year's before she even realized that she had a clit. He hadn't doubted the woman's statement. Too many men feel that a woman is supposed to He subserviently beneath him, accepting the cock he feeds into her body, Never is there a thought given to the woman's needs. The woman he now ate had a clitoris and he damn well wanted her to know it.
She did. Her body shook with the mounting thrills his tongue and finger stirred within her loins. Appreciatively she reached down and lovingly caressed his cheeks. Her fingertips could feel the motion of his darting tongue within his mouth. And her eyes could see the moist, pink whip that lashed up and down the wet slit of her cunt. That was when she could keep them open long enough to enjoy the sexy view he presented as he knelt between her willing thighs.
He taunted and teased for moments before he actually drilled his oral digit into the steaming heat of her pussy. But when he did, he brought a deep, throaty moan from the woman seated above him. His taunting had brought forth the keen awareness of his, action that he wanted. Now he licked and laved with fervent alacrity as he sought to bring her to the heights of desire.
Just as a woman's mouth can never be the same as the caressing warmth of her pussy, a man's tongue can never replace the filling sensation of his cock. However, this man was doing his best to imitate the plunging strokes of a prick. In and out he invaded the aching hole of her cunt. Again and again his tongue whipped and twisted around within her vagina.
She could hear his loud, oral sounds as he licked and sucked the thick flood of juices flowing within her body. The feel of him, the sexy sight of watching him devour the pinkness of her cunt, and the urgent sounds of his smacking lips were too much for her to endure for long.
She came.
Shoving his head into the dampness of her pussy, she came. Her moans filled the room. Her violent shuddering rocked the bed. She thrashed and writhed as that delightful oral probe slowly pushed in and out of her pussy until she floated back to earth from the plateau of ecstasy he had taken her to with his most intimate of kisses.
His face glistened with the moisture of her cunt when he rose and stood over her. His smile answered the pleasure in her eyes.
"You're all wet," she grinned, pointing to a box of tissues on her dresser.
He grabbed one and wiped away the traces of her pussy juice, "So are you."
"I feel like there's still an ocean inside me," she answered.
"Just a minor sea," he laughed. "I sucked away the ocean."
Her eyes dropped to the rigid lance of manhood jutting from his crotch as he spoke those last words. Again her lips parted and her tongue flicked out, slickening them.
Without so much as another gesture from the man standing before her, she pushed herself up so that she once more sat on the edge of the bed. His prick, fat and swollen with its need for her, bobbed only a few inches from her mouth. Saliva welled in her mouth. But she hesitated from accepting the meaty offering extended to her.
How could she tell him that she had never had a man within her mouth before, not even her husband? Her generation had been brought up believing that only whores and perverted degenerates participated in oral sex. Yet he had just proven to her what a marvelous experience it could be. She wanted to return that pleasure. She wanted to give him what he had given her. But she didn't know what to do.
"Kiss it," he whispered, as if he realized what was running through her mind. "Kiss it nice and easy."
As he watched, her head tilted forward. Her lips, soft and warm, brushed against the straining head of his prick. Shivers of excitement sizzled through his legs. His cock jerked and twitched with abandoned delight.
She had caused that! The thought that her mouth gave him so much pleasure excited her. Again she kissed the thick crown of his manhood, delighting as she once more drew a similar reaction from him.
She was no longer hesitant. Unsure, but not hesitant.
Gripping the throbbing stalk of his sex, she pulled him down a bit. Imitating his own actions, her tongue unfurled from her mouth and touched the slitted hole at the center of his glans. When that tongue came back it carried one of the crystal drops that oozed from his cock. For the first time in her life, she tasted a man, really tasted a man.
It wasn't a sweet taste. There was nothing honey or nectar about it as she had often read in sex books. It was a bit salty and warm. But it didn't offend her. It was a taste she could easily get to like, even enjoy, realizing that taking this pulsating rod into her mouth would give this man pleasure.
When her tongue extended again, it did more than just touch the bulbous knob of his glans, it washed over the sensitive surface of his cock. She bathed him with the warm moisture of her tongue. Her second taste of a man was much more exciting, both to her and the man standing over her.
"Suck it," he whispered down.
Her eyes rolled up to his. A smile turned up the corners of her mouth, then those lips spread wide and even wider. When her face dropped back to his crotch, she swallowed up the majority of his prick, perhaps a bit too much for her first attempt at cocksucking. She gagged a little.
But his hands were gently caressing her head and he was whispering once again, "Breathe through your nose. Breathe deeply through your nose."
She did as he directed. Her delicate nostrils flared widely as she dropped back down on the shaft. She couldn't take all of his imposing length, but she took enough so that he groaned and quivered. Her lips clamped tightly around his ponderous stalk of cock as she pulled off him.
Again she sucked in her breath through her nose and dropped back down the throbbing shaft of dick. Then up, then down, then up, then down. She found an easy rhythm which brought life to his groins. His pelvis swayed a bit as he eased his prick in and out of her face.
Possessing him this way, in her mouth, thrilled her. Every cell in her body tingled with aroused excitement. Another ocean of juices flowed within her pussy. She had never imagined it would be like this. He was so soft and smooth to her tongue as she swirled it around his pulsing circumference. Yet he was hard and rigid. As she accepted the little thrusts of his hips, it felt as if he could crack her jaws with that massive pole of man meat. She had been wrong to wait this long to give her mouth to a man.
Up and down her head bobbed as she impaled herself on his prick. She swallowed, drinking down the mixture of saliva and male fluids. Down and up her taut lips slid along the ponderous staff of his sex. Her tongue licked and laved. Her mouth sucked eagerly like a natural-born cocksucker.
The man standing before her groaned. His legs trembled with the rush of lusty sensations her mouth was creating within his groin. She controlled him and she loved it. She nibbled a bit on the fat slab of his prick and he whimpered with the strange mixture of pain and pleasure she created. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing deeply with the ardent intensity of her desire, and he groaned, loud and husky. She whipped her tongue around his stiff stalk and he shook with need-laden tremors.
It was a fantastic power she held over him, one she explored to the fullest measure. Out and in she sheathed him in the humid interior of her face. He throbbed and jerked as he slid over the velvet carpet of her tongue. He quivered and trembled as he neared the point of release.
His eyes were riveted to that edacious mouth wrapped around his prick. Fascinated, he watched as his saliva-glistening prod eased into the moist caress of her mouth. Deeper and deeper with each little jerk of his hips he fed her inch on inch of swollen cock. She took him, sucking and licking as if she were some child with a candy stick.
His balls were on fire with need. However he clamped down with all his might, holding back the flood of lust that churned within his testicles. He watched his prick move in and out of her face. Her cheeks bulged as his thick tube pushed inward. Then, as he evacuated her face, those glowing cheeks sunk inwards preparing for his next tiny thrust.
The knobby crown of his cock nudged at the back of her throat now. Her nostrils flared in all earnest as she sucked in her breath to avoid gagging once again and spoiling the pleasure she provided for this man. Harder and harder she sucked, gobbling up the thickness that invaded her mouth. Deeper and deeper she took him, her luscious lips slipping closer and closer to the hairy base of his prick.
She licked and laved, igniting searing pleasure over the super-sensitive head of his cock. She laved and licked, washing every inch of that ponderous rod with the moist whip of her tongue. She sucked, drawing him as deeply as she could within her mouth, then letting him slither into her throat. She sucked, reveling in the moany groans that were now constantly flowing from his throat.
She felt the base of his shaft swell. She knew what was happening, but she didn't care. She could have easily slipped her face from him, but she didn't want that. She didn't want to rob him of having her mouth totally. Her own trembling increased as she felt that knot of lust begin to work itself upwards, pushing toward the swollen head of his glans.
Higher and higher it moved. Her anticipation mounted for that moment when she would accept the cream of his release. She sucked harder, pulling at him. She licked wildly, whipping him on.
Then he came.
Hot scalding come blasted into her mouth. He splattered over the roof of her mouth, and coated the carpet of her tongue. Gush after hot gush spurted from that slitted mouth of his cock.
She was flooded. Her mouth filled with the thick, sticky fluids of his loins. She did the only thing she could to keep from drowning in the jetting fountains of sperm and semen. She swallowed, then she swallowed again, and again. She drank away the cream of his groin. She sucked at him, milking that jerking lance of manhood. Then she sucked some more.
His legs shook and quivered as if threatening to give way under him. His hands grasped her shoulders, clinging tightly to retain his balance. Re groaned gratefully as he emptied the penned up lust of four days into the oral chalice surrounding the twitching spike of his cock.
"No more," he moaned, pleasure rapidly transforming to pain. "I can't take any more."
Despite her want to keep him there with her mouth, she slid back, his glistening shaft popping free of her lips and jerking in the air. For moments he just stood there, clinging to her shoulders as he regained a portion of the energy she had drained from him.
When at last his eyes pushed open their pleasure-sated lids, he smiled down at her. "You're quite a cocksucker."
He meant it as a compliment and that was the way she took it.
Still shaking, he managed to lower himself to the bed beside her, his mouth covering hers. They kissed long and lingering, not so much in passion but in gratitude for the pleasure they had brought to one another with their intimate, oral caresses.
As they parted they both drifted to their backs, holding each other closely, happy in that moment in the nearness of the other. Neither spoke, nor was there need to.