Her Secret Sex Life (3 page)

Now she stretched a lovely bare arm out towards a little tabouret just beyond the revolving bed, and retrieved a small white porcelain jar whose top she unscrewed. Then, dipping her right forefinger into the ocher-tinted ointment, she carefully applied it over the velvety glans and the tautly rigid shaft of his swollen penis. The fragrance of sandalwood came to his dilated nostrils, and he blinked in pleased surprise at this unexpected nuance of erotic preparation. As in a three-dimensional dream in which the incense and the light and mirrors and music all compounded this fantasy which was yet reality, he watched her anoint the soft pink quivering lips of her vulva. Then, replacing the top of the jar and setting it over at the foot of the bed, she moved hack to him and knelt between his straddled thighs, her hands reaching for his and their fingers entwining. Her hair tumbled down onto his chest, and he arched himself with a frenzied impatience, wanting to assuage the maddening aching in his loins and to slake himself as if it were almost the very first time in his existence.

She crouched before him, tossing her lovely head so that the thick cascade of coppery red hair tumbled down over her back and, with that motion, let him again delight in the jouncing of her firm white breasts. Her nipples seemed stiffer and darker now, though perhaps it was the fanciful tinting which the diffused light accorded her naked flesh. Her fingers glided over his inner thighs, thence to his abdomen and chest, now stroking his sides up to the armpits and back down till at last she took hold of his aching penis with both thumbs and forefingers and commenced a rapid- series of tiny little squeezes which made him groan aloud.

"You've been wonderfully patient, you're a perfect lamb, Tim," she complimented him. And then, in a whimsical tone and a quick little smile of her moist red lips, she added, "Remember, don't try to do everything the first time. It's good to take the edge off, and then we can both take our time and learn more about each other. You'll see. And now, I know rye kept you waiting an awfully long time, but I'll try to make it up to you."

With this, she put her left thumb and forefinger to the soft pink hairless lips of her vulva and yawned them apart, while her right hand grasped the middle of his upright, throbbing spear. He caught his breath and shuddered with a feverish anticipation, his hands wanting to reach out and squeeze and possess the warm resilient naked body so tantalizingly displayed before him.

"Now put your legs tight together, dear, so I can have you," she whisperingly instructed, and he obeyed. Deftly, straddling over his hips, her nylon-sheathed knees planted firmly on the waterbed which continued to revolve, she took hold of his penis at the circumeisional groove, exerting a very light pressure with the very tips of – forefinger and thumb, and guided him into her gaping cleft. At that initial contact; he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, for the ferocious impulse to release his pent-up essence was almost intolerable. Tilting back his head, tightening all his muscles, he fought against the disaster, for that would be to repeat the failures of the past, failures he had come here to repair.

Slowly she sank herself down upon him, impaling herself, and he could feel the pulsations of her vaginal sheath as it enclasped his penetrating organ. Her fingers moved down to the scrotum as she absorbed almost all of it, and the quick little pinches which she applied served also to block his frantic will to climax at this inappropriate moment.

"My goodness, you've nothing to be ashamed about at all, nothing, darling," she confided in a soft, little girl voice as very carefully now, reaching out to grasp his shoulders, she lowered herself. When he felt the impact of her ripe firm naked breasts against his panting chest, he yielded to impulse for the first time and locked his arms around her smooth deeply hollowed warm bare back.

Her mouth sealed his, and her tongue nimbly probed between his lips. It was like a galvanizing current flowing between their bodies. He steeled himself to withhold his juices, for this had been so perfect till this moment that the least flaw would destroy the illusion of ecstatic perfection, of love as it was meant to be between man and woman with a dash of sophistry and wit to spice the episode.

It was strangely pleasing for him to feel her mouth on his and her tongue probing, for he had always had the belief that this was the one thing professionals would never do with a client It served to give him greater confidence, realizing that Eleanor was not only a superb actress and imaginative love-partner but also sexually sincere. And now he could surrender himself to the multitudinous sensations which besieged him.

The elegantly ironic music of Ravel had reached its finale, at a swifter pace that seemed to accompany the pounding of his pulses and the throbbing ache of his imbedded penis to the hilt within her contracting sheath. For he could definitely feel the fluttering, constricting, tremors with which the walls of her gloriously tight vagina held him in an ecstatic captivity. He began now to want to take initiative, and he arched himself.

"Oh, darling," her soft tone was almost reproachful," not this first time, please? Let me do it for you, because after all, we have all night. I promise you'll be the master next time. Is that all right, Tim dear?"

"Why C-God, why-yes, Eleanor-oh God, it's so good!" he hoarsely panted.

Her fingertips brushed his armpits with slyly insist-ant caresses, as her tongue nimbly moved this way and that, rasping against his gums and teeth, then encountering his own tongue to create new incendiary excitement in his being. Her body was warm and smooth and slightly moist, and the smell of her flesh blended with that of the incense and the fragrance of the sandalwood, and as she moved with furtive, forward thrusts and sinuous recoiling, he could feel the rasp of her garterbelt against his prickling, thoroughly awakened flesh. There was a luxury and a libidinousness to her erotic dalliance which might well have been that of an ambitious young slave seeking to entice the master of the seraglio. Passive as he had been all through her preparations, he could not but feel this apt erotic analogy; it had succeeded where the commonplace animal enthusiasm of a far less imaginative commercial partner would have filled him with disgust at his own calculated infidelity. But actually that infidelity was born out of his doubts about himself and his anguished will to have happiness with the woman he had so recently…

Then suddenly culmination seized him, and he twisted his face away contorted in 4ningled despair and rapture, groaning out, "Oh God, I can't help it oh, Eleanor, I can't-"

Swiftly her right hand moved between their bodies, her thumb and forefinger gripping his shaft at the very base and pinching it tightly to help him hold back the bubbling jet of essence that seemed to surge from the deepest reservoir within him. But the intoxicating atmosphere and, now, above all else the pulsations with which her vaginal sheath was gripping his captured lance destroyed what little self-control was left. His eyes bulged, glassy, dilated, and he dug his fingers into her slim shoulders as he arched himself to her and felt himself burst within the tight warm clamping chasm of her matrix.

She did not move for a long moment, murmuring soft, hardly audible words of compassion and encouragement, stroking his forehead and cheeks and eyes with gentle fingertips. Then at last she whispered, "It was really lovely for me, and I told you before, once you take off the first edge, you'll more than keep up with me. Now I'm going to sponge you, and then we'll have some champagne and a cigarette together, and then I'll try to make you want me again. How does that program sound, Tim dear?"

Two glasses of champagne and one cigarette later, he lay at his ease beside her. Eleanor had slipped on a gauzy black net sleeveless wrap which had three large brass buttons. As she lay on her left side beside him, her left arm under his shoulders, she began a slow rotary movement of her right palm over his quivering belly. The bed had stopped revolving for the nonce, and there was only a natural indirect lighting from the mirrored ceiling.. Nonetheless, the subtle scent of incense and of the sandalwood ointment lingered pleasantly in the aura of the huge bed.

"I've really been a naughty girl, haven't I?" she whispered, glancing mischievously up at him. "Here I went and had things my own way even though you're the customer. So from now on, Tim dear, you're in complete command. But you see, I wanted to get acquainted with you, to find out what you like especially."

"Please don't apologize, sweetheart. It was like nothing I've ever had before, believe me!" he fervently admitted as he put one hand on her swelling breasts and fondled them. "I guess I've been worried a lot about how to act in bed, especially since I just got married. And at my age, a man is always on trial-if you know what I mean, Eleanor."

"I can read between the lines, you don't have to tell me anything. But I do want to help an awful lot. That's why, Tim, I want you to do everything you've always dreamed of doing. Just tell me or make rue do it. Please, dear."

"I-I guess I'm the straight type to start with, though of course like every guy I've got some secret whims-"

"That's why I'm here, to make them come true for you. And now," she slipped her right hand down to his flaccid penis, "shall I get him ready for me?"

"Oh yes, I want you to!"

"But after that, remember now," she shook a playfully reproving finger at him, "you're in complete command."

He nodded raptly, and he did not consult the mirrored ceiling or the walls to stare avidly at her, near as she was, the gauzy wrap shaping out her voluptuous hillocks of buttocks, breasts and the sweet sweep of her quiveringly muscled thighs. She began to trail the tips of her fingers against his penis, lingering most of the glans and then moving along the shaft and to the testicles. Slowly she proceeded to tickle the undersides of these now diminished sacks, till gradually he began to feel a renewal of that aching intimation towards sexual readiness.

"Would it help, do you think, dear," she murmured, "if you were rough and used, well, you know, dirty words? Sometimes that helps, especially with an intellectual, mature man like you. You're so much the father type, Tim, I suspect you've been holding yourself in for years-of course it's none of my business."

"But it is," he chuckled, then reached for her and pulled her to him, his mouth seeking hers. Her tongue at once delved between his lips and brushed the tip of his, and once again the feverish electrical current between them seemed recharged. He could feel his penis stiffening, and the dull ache in his groin became noticeably more demanding.

"I swear, you must have majored in psychology at college," he hoarsely whispered when the kiss was over.

"Matter of fact, I did," she giggled softly, then bent to take one of his paps into her mouth and to suck it daintily and then rubbed. the tip of her tongue over it. Once again it was a new sensation for him, and he felt again the stimulus of lustful eagerness.

And now, felinely, she got to her knees and crouched at his left side, her fingers lightly fleeting over his belly and inner thighs as she bowed her head towards his penis and playfully flicked the reddened tip of the glans with her pert tongue. He closed his eyes and shivered, for the angle at which she was placed and the exquisite wantonness of her face as seen through the tumbled cascade of coppery hair recalled to him the vivid image that he had tried to banish from his mind. Yet there was a resemblance, and the awareness of it shocked him while at the same time appealing to the basest senses of his sexual yearnings. But in the midst of this conflict, he could feel his penis growing turgid once again as if he had not already achieved a magnificently shattering fulfillment just moments ago. The awareness of this over weighed the guilty shame of that other thought, the thought he dared not dwell upon.

And yet there was protection in this fantasy-world which Eleanor had created for him: she knew only his first name and he hers; she had just now given him carte blanche to translate into lecherous abandon all the secret longings he had nurtured for so long. After tonight, it could be a forgotten interlude, dismissed as a one-time caprice, though its memories could be cherished in delicious secrecy through the years ahead, through the nights with Rachel. And because there was no cruelty in him to begin with, what he did now in this mirrored room would not and could not matter to anyone save himself so far as the future and his peace of mind were concerned.

Suddenly he groaned aloud. She had begun to inflict tiny nibbling kisses all along his penis from scrotum to the urethral lips, which had begun to pucker and twitch with convulsive receptivity to the soft moist caress of her red lips. At the same time, her fingertips plied the insides of his thighs and the edges of his buttocks near the cleavage with a persistent and delicious friction that sent innumerable tremors through his entire nervous system and inevitably concentrated all their cumulative revitalization into the now agonizedly swollen structure of his throbbing penis.

"Oh, my, Tim, you're ready to take command right now, really you are!" she huskily declared, kneeling up and considering him with humid, widened eyes. "Remember, I want you to do whatever you like to me, and don't hold it back. How do you want me to get ready for you, lover?"

He sat up, trembling with unslaked desire. "Get on all fours, bow your head way down to the bed, and spread those luscious legs of yours, Eleanor honey!" he heard himself saying in a hoarse, unrecognizable voice. As she began to pluck open the buttons of the black net wrap, he put his hands to her wrists, shook his head: "No, just the way you are right now!"

"Your command is my law, master," she whispered and made a saucy face at him as she moved away to the middle of the bed and then bowed her forehead down to its yielding surface, pressing down her palms on either side of her and beyond her head, and spreading her knees to maximum. He knelt up, shuddering violently as he moved behind her. With trembling fingers he lofted the wrap and rolled it up along the smooth ivory plane of her tendered back. This time he glanced upward at the ceiling to watch the libidinous reflection, his hands reaching out to stroke and squeeze the resilient globes of her jutting naked buttocks. Eleanor sighed deeply and squirmed lasciviously as she felt his sinewy fingers fondle her ivory flesh.