Now and Forever--Let's Make Love (14 page)

Maggie was a forty-six-year-old accountant in a small firm. She was only about five foot one, with short mousy brown hair
and contact lenses. Her thighs were larger than she would have liked and her breasts were smaller. Fortunately, she knew that
Frank, her husband of seventeen years, liked her just as she was. Her children just thought of her as Mom.

I hate rain in the winter, she thought. The whole city smells of wet wool, wet hair, and wet shoes…. She shifted her weight
again, hearing her feet squoosh in her soggy low-heeled black pumps.

As the bus lurched forward through the heavy rush-hour traffic, Maggie looked down at the lucky people who had seats. She
noticed a seated young man who was calmly reading his newspaper.

YOUTH DEAD IN GANG-RELATED SHOOTING.

FIRE DESTROYS HUNDRED-YEAR-OLD LANDMARK BUILDING.

The man turned the page.

LOWEST FARES IN YEARS TO CARIBBEAN.

Maggie sighed. The Caribbean. She and Frank had traveled to Saint Martin on their honeymoon and had promised themselves they
would return someday. Oh how she wished she were there with him right now.

Maggie let her gaze wander to the rivers of water running down the bus window. Reality slipped away.

She was walking along the beach, the sand wet and hard beneath her bare feet, the warm sun beating down on her bare shoulders.
She squinted in the bright sunlight and saw that a few soft white clouds dotted the high azure sky. A large wave broke and
she felt the spray dampening her skin and the tiny black bikini she wore.

She reached up to brush a lock of long chestnut brown hair away from her face and ran her fingers through its soft waves.
She loved to wear it loose like this, letting it fall in long, deep waves down to her waist. As she walked, she felt it sway
against the skin on her back.

She glanced down. Her figure was perfect. High, full breasts and a flat stomach, long, shapely legs and slender thighs, all
fully revealed in her tiny bikini. And she was beautiful. Her eyes were the blue of deep, peaceful water and were fringed
by long dark lashes. Her skin was clear and youthful.

She looked to her right and smiled at Frank, dressed in a tiny kelly green bathing suit, his body young and so tight and sexy.
Maggie looked at his shoulders, broad and deeply tanned; his belly flat, with cords of well-developed muscles; his strong
thighs and bare feet.

“Your nose is getting a little red,” Frank said. “Maybe we’d better get out of the sun.”

Maggie reached up and touched her nose. It was a little tight and tender. “I suppose we should.”

“How about over there?” Frank asked, pointing to a small wooden platform surrounded by six vertical wooden poles, which, in
turn, supported a roof of palm fronds.

“Okay,” she said, dipping her toes in the cool water one last time. Then, hand in hand, the couple ran quickly across the
hot white sand and jumped onto the shaded platform, grateful for the cool feeling of the boards beneath their over-heated
feet. “It’s amazing how hot that sand gets,” Maggie said. She looked around for someplace to sit.

“I’ll get something. Stay here.” Frank darted away, grabbed an extrawide plastic-webbed lounge chair from the beach, and set
it up on the platform. “Rest here while I get us one of those delightfully sinful banana daiquiris from the beach bar.” He
planted a quick kiss on the tip of her nose and started down the beach. “I’ll be right back,” he called over his shoulder.

As Frank walked away, Maggie watched his tight ass move beneath the bright green spandex. She watched the play of the muscles
of his back and shoulders. As he broke into a run, she smiled at the beautiful proportions of his body as it moved.

Maggie dusted the sand from her feet, stretched out in the lounge chair, and closed her eyes. A few minutes later, Frank returned
with two frosty glasses filled with thick white liquid and crashed ice.

“You look very sexy stretched out like that,” Frank said as he settled on the foot of the chair and handed Maggie her drink.
“Very sexy indeed.” Silently, they sipped their drinks and watched the waves.

“Delicious,” Maggie said, setting her glass on the floor next to her chair.

“Almost as delicious as you,” her husband said. Frank lifted one of Maggie’s feet and kissed the tender area under her arch.
Then he slid the tip of his tongue from her heel to the base of her big toe. “Very tasty indeed,” he added.

Maggie pulled her foot back and giggled. “That tickles, honey.”

Frank grabbed her foot, leaned over, and bit the end of her big toe. “I bet that doesn’t.”

“Ow, you brute.”

Again, Frank bit her toe, then licked the end and sucked it into his mouth. His tongue swirled over the end of Maggie’s toe,
both tickling and arousing her.

“Nice.” She sighed.

Frank set his glass down beside Maggie’s, shifted around on the chair, and pressed the ball of his thumb into the arch of
Maggie’s foot. He alternately massaged her foot and sucked her big toe.

“Umm,” Maggie purred. “That feels wonderful.”

Frank placed his hands on either side of Maggie’s calf and began to massage her leg. He dug his fingers deeply into her calf,
then stroked her shin with featherlight touches. He then ran the nail of his index finger across the back of Maggie’s knee.

“That’s a very sexy spot,” Maggie said, suddenly breathless. “Maybe we’d better go back to the hotel. You know, take a nap
… or whatever.”

“I want to ‘whatever’ right here,” Frank said, still holding his wife’s knee and tickling the back of it.

“Not right here,” Maggie protested. “Anyone can see us. It’s too public.”

“Look around,” Frank said. “We’re in the deep shade and the sun is too bright for anyone to be able to see us. Anyway, there’s
no one around.”

“You can’t be serious,” Maggie protested, not too loudly, though. “I mean …”

Frank slid his hands up Maggie’s leg, softly stroking the flesh on the inside of her thigh. He leaned over and flicked his
tongue across her inner thigh. “You taste just a bit salty.” He picked up his glass, now dripping with condensed moisture,
and ran it up the inside of Maggie’s leg. Before she could squeal, he licked up the wet trail with his warm tongue. “Oh baby,
let me love you,” he murmured.

Maggie looked around and saw no one. As Frank continued to caress her, Maggie knew that if they didn’t stop now, they would
be unable to stop later. She quickly admitted to herself that she didn’t want him to stop. “You feel so good,” she whispered,
giving him consent to continue.

Frank slid up Maggie’s body until he was lying beside her on the wide chair. He placed one hand on either side of her face
and kissed her lower lip. She kept her lips relaxed as he kissed and nibbled first her lower lip, then her upper. Then he
pressed his mouth fully against hers and pushed his tongue against her lips. She opened her mouth and let his tongue slowly
explore the inside of her mouth.

As Maggie moved to press her tongue into Frank’s mouth, he pulled back. “Just lie there and do nothing. Let me make love to
you in my own way.”

Maggie sighed and smiled. She would let him do anything he wanted.

She felt Frank slide his hands around her neck and untie the top of her bathing suit. He sat back and pulled the tiny scraps
of fabric down so that her full breasts spilled out. He quickly unfastened the lower strap and dropped the cloth onto the
platform.

Maggie let her eyes close and head drop back as Frank cupped her breasts in his hands. “So beautiful,” he whispered. “Your
breasts are just the right size to fill my hands, and so white and soft.” He used his thumbs to caress her nipples until they
were tight and puckered. “And your nipples get so hard.”

He pulled a heavy lock of her long hair from behind her and held it tightly, making the end into a brush. He dusted the hair
across her lips and cheeks, down her neck, and across her chest. Then he flicked the lock of hair across her exposed breasts.
“So beautiful,” he whispered.

When Maggie opened her eyes and tried to sit up, Frank said, “Just lie there, close your eyes, and let me pleasure you.” Maggie
sighed, lay back, and closed her eyes.

Frank bent down, picked up his drink, and held it over his wife’s body. Soon, a drop of cold water trickled down the outside
of the glass and dropped on her breast. He used the brush of hair to paint her flesh. Frank let the water fall drop by drop
on his wife’s heated skin, then brushed it with her hair.

He let the hair fall so that it covered her right breast, with only her enlarged nipple poking through. He took a large mouthful
of the banana-flavored liquid in his glass, then quickly bent over. Without swallowing, he drew her tight left nipple into
his mouth, letting the cold daiquiri dribble onto her skin.

“That’s cold,” Maggie protested, twisting away.

Frank placed his palm flat against the cold skin. “Not for long. I’ll warm it.” He massaged her breast with his rough palm.
“Hot now, baby?”

“Oh God,” Maggie said.

Frank took another mouthful of banana daiquiri, pushed her hair aside, and sucked Maggie’s other nipple into his cold mouth.
As he felt her move, he drew his mouth away and placed his palm against her flesh. He swirled his finger around her breast,
ending with all five fingers squeezing her nipple.

He swallowed his drink and held Maggie’s glass so that she could have a swallow, as well. Then Frank kissed along his wife’s
rib cage and down her belly. He pressed the tip of his tongue into her belly button, pulling back and pressing as though his
tongue were fucking her navel.

Maggie was awash in sensation. She reached out and tangled her fingers in her husband’s long dark hair, pulling him more tightly
against her.

“Feels good, baby?” he asked.

“You feel so good.”

“Then take this off,” he moaned, pulling at the bottom of Maggie’s bikini. Quickly, she raised her hips and slid it off.

Frank slid his hands under Maggie’s bottom, lifted her hips off the chair, and threw her legs over his shoulders. He licked
the length of her slit with the flat of his tongue. “So slippery,” he said. “So wet for me. You’re hot for me, aren’t you,
baby?”

“Oh yes.”

Frank flicked the tip of his tongue across her clit, then sucked and drew the swollen button into his mouth. Maggie’s fingers,
still entangled in his hair, pulled him more tightly against her. “Such a hungry girl,” he purred. Then he pressed his pointed
tongue against her opening and pushed it into her. He pulled out, then pressed inside again, now fucking her with his tongue.

“You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that,” Maggie cried.

“Not yet,” Frank said, standing up quickly and pulling off his bathing suit. “Open your eyes and see what you do to me.”

Maggie opened her eyes and stared at her husband’s cock. She’d never seen him so aroused. “Show me,” she whispered. “Show
me how hard you are.”

Frank wrapped one hand around his cock and squeezed, watching a drop of liquid form at the tip of his penis. It was now taking
all his self-control not to jump on Maggie’s body and fuck her until he came. Not yet, he told himself. Make it last.

Maggie reached down and picked up her drink. She filled her mouth with the icy liquid and motioned for Frank to come closer.
He knew what she was going to do and he walked near the head of the chair.

She grasped his cock and slid it into her mouth. She realized that the combination of the cold liquid and her warm tongue
might make Frank come in her mouth, but she didn’t care. As Maggie slid her hands around to cup his buns, she felt him clenching
his ass, trying not to climax.

Frank pulled his cock from Maggie’s warm mouth and she swallowed her drink. They had both held out as long as they could,
but now they could wait no longer.

Frank knelt between Maggie’s legs, lifted her hips, and drove his rigid cock deep into her steaming body. He used one thumb
to rub her clit as he pumped his hips.

Maggie reached around and grabbed his buttocks tightly with both hands. She pulled him closer, then pulled her body back.
“You pleasured me; now let me fuck you,” she said, exciting him with her language as well as with her body. “Open your eyes
and watch me while I give you joy.”

Frank opened his eyes and watched Maggie’s breasts bounce as she loved him, using her body to fuck him. “Oh yes. Come on,
baby,” he cried, watching the ecstasy on her face. “Take it all. Fuck me with your hot pussy.”

His words drove them both over the edge. “Don’t stop,” she cried as they both climaxed. “Not yet.” She came for what seemed
like long minutes, using her hands and body to control Frank’s long thrusts.

“Yes, more, baby.” Frank pounded, draining every drop in his body.

Finally, Maggie held him tightly against her as they both collapsed onto the chair. Breathing heavily, she opened her eyes.
As she glanced toward the waterline, she saw a young couple watching them. The man smiled and enfolded the woman in his arms.
They kissed, then resumed their walk down the beach.

“That was sensational,” Frank said.

“Umm,” Maggie purred.

“Getting off, lady,” the man in the three-piece suit snapped impatiently, bringing Maggie back to the present. She bent down
and peered out the fogged-over bus window. “Oh damn,” she muttered. “I almost missed my stop.” Maggie shifted her pocketbook
and umbrella, picked up her briefcase, and hustled off the bus.

She opened her umbrella, but not quickly enough to keep a cold dribble from trickling down the back of her neck. “Shit,” she
said as she trudged toward her apartment building.

As she entered the building’s foyer, she almost crashed into her husband. “Oh, poor baby,” he said. “Look at you. You look
drowned.”

“You’re drenched, too,” Maggie said, looking over her bedraggled husband. She smiled at him. “I love you, you know.”

He smiled. “I know. Me, too.” Frank walked toward the elevator, breaking the momentary spell.

“This rain is too much,” Maggie said, pressing the elevator button. “What a day. And the weatherman says it might change to
snow this evening.” She spotted a brown paper bag in Frank’s arm. “What’ve you got there?” she asked.