Perhaps It's Better This Way
Alayne had obviously heard me shut off the water...she allowed me about five minutes' drying time until she said,
"Don't bother with pajamas or anything, Bob. Just come on out as soon as you're dry."
I came out, my penis beginning to rise again and she said, smiling,
"Lie on your stomach on your bed, Bob. I'll rub your back with this lotion. It'll make you feel extra good."
Well, she slathered what felt like a huge gob of cool stuff onto my back and began to massage it into my skin. I could smell something slightly familiar and at the same time very odd, and I noticed that her hands were rocking me slightly so that my penis was rubbed ever so lightly against the smooth coverlet of the bed. That simply made me harder and more and more horny, but I could not roll over while she massaged more of the stuff into my shoulders, back, butt and the backs of my legs. It did feel good, she was right about that.
Her hand, as I rolled onto one side in response to her massaging, suddenly slid across my belly and touched my penis. I felt as though she had taken me to paradise as she murmured into my ear,
"Roll over, Bob. I'll rub your front, now."
When I did my penis sprang free and stood up like a pole, longer and thicker than I remembered it. I could not move more than from side to side as she poured more of whatever goop she was using onto my chest, belly and legs and began to massage all across my front. Normally that would have had me, ticklish soul that I am, kicking and screaming at her to quit, but I said nothing as she continued to rub and stroke me. Every now and then she'd touch my penis and it would jerk and stiffen even more. I felt as though I was going to ejaculate if she were to touch me again, yet I awaited her touch, although I felt that I could do nothing whatever under her hands.
"D'you like this, Bob?" her smooth, oh so smooth voice asked.
"Ye-es, Alayne, yes." That seemed to be all I could think, all I could say — yes.
"Good. Your body is ready and I am ready, Bob. You will make long, slow love to me, Robby, in the ways I direct."
My mind and my body were certainly all for that. I could feel my penis jerk and stiffen each moment although she had not touched me again since she had asked me if I liked what she was doing.
Now, I could not tell then, and I could not tell you now if she actually spoke aloud to me or whether she used some kind of telepathy. Whatever, my mind and my body received commands or impulses to do thus and so, and my body did thus and so. I know that I kissed her mouth with great joy, slid my tongue into it and wrestled with hers, experiencing more and more anticipation and lust as I did so. I kissed her neck fervently. My mouth slid down to her perfect breast, which I encompassed and sucked lightly and then harder with my tongue moving lasciviously over her burgeoning nipple until I felt as though my mother were feeding me. Indeed, I remember some fluid entering my mouth but I had by then begun to slide slowly down her body, my mouth imprinting kisses and little suction marks as I went. I reached and explored her navel. It tasted wonderful, like some exotic fruit, changing slowly as I sucked and swallowed to tingling mint which seemed to refresh me as I pursued my goal, the juncture of her thighs and her lowest belly.
While I kissed and sucked my way south on Alayne's lovely body, she—something, certainly—was massaging, stroking, touching me all over my body, one second stroking my balls, another second my back, the next my front...how? I was pressed tightly against Alayne, I thought...sometimes making me jerk with sexual pleasure, sometimes calming me after such an involuntary start....
The odor of Alayne was beckoning, sweet, salty, intensely warm and invitingly female as I neared her crotch with my seeking mouth and tongue. Above, she uttered small moans and sighs as her hands stroked my hair and head, while something still titillated my body as before...I felt my penis throb more than once and thought I had begun to ejaculate, but I had not, although my balls were almost entirely drawn into my belly from the sexual tension under which I happily labored. My mouth connected with that fold of flesh which gathers at the top when a woman's thighs are fairly tightly held together, but Alayne immediately relaxed the tension and my mouth slid easily downward and sideways across her smooth, hairless labia and my tongue slipped between those exquisite lips and initially tasted that which I had spent such a delightful time attaining.
The fluids which awaited me laved my seeking tongue, and I heard Alayne's long-drawn sigh and moan of appreciation as I slipped my tongue farther into her slippery vulva. I felt the knob just above my tongue tip, and placing my hands softly on her labia I drew them slightly apart and upward to more fully expose the epicenter of her sexual being.
Alayne's legs tightened around my neck and she squeezed and relaxed them as she humped her mound at my face, never coming close to hurting me, but causing her mound and her exposed clitoris to swell into my appreciative mouth, which covered the entire root of her desires.
"Ooh, Bobby, you are so rough!" she murmured above me.
I took my face from between her legs, dampness streaming down my chin, and asked,
"How am I rough? I was trying to be as gentle as I could."
"Your beard, Bobby. We'll have to do something to that later. Please...please, lover, keep going for now."
I was wildly encouraged by that "please, lover" bit and re-applied myself to my suckling with increased pleasure. I could feel my own genitals beginning to tighten and knew that if I could hold off for a moment or two I would have Alayne in ecstasy.
Surely enough, in a moment she began to thrash and twist above me, her thighs clamping harder on my ears and I increased the rhythm of my licking, concentrating on her clitoris until she groaned and spasmed wildly, her fluid coating my tongue, my lips and most of my face, not to mention two of my fingers.
I had not realised that I had those two inside her, but that must have assisted her orgasm, for she was sobbing my name, over and over, as her spasms grew less intense and she seemed to be settling down.
Suddenly I must have hit another special spot, for she spasmed again and a renewed flood of juice coated my expectant face. I licked and swallowed the liquid with gusto, the taste causing me to think that my penis exploded at that instant. As it was, I rolled over exhausted, and Alayne kissed me on my mouth, the taste like some exotic fruit which made me dizzy for a second.
"Liked that, did you, Robby?" For the first time I noticed without rancour that she was calling me by my "baby" name, one that I had not heard for many years and then only from my deceased mother when she was being tender with me.
"Yes, Alayne, I...loved it."
"You are good at cunnilingus, Robby. I think you will get better as soon as we take care of that beard, I'm sure of it."
"Oh, I would like to, Alayne, anything that will please you as much or more than just now."
"Why, Robby! What happened 'just now?'"
"Didn't we...I mean...you said that I was very good at...what was I very good at, Alayne?"
"You're just going to get better, Robby. Now, let's take a shower, we're hot and sweaty from all that hard work."
Well, I thought I remembered doing something that took a lot of energy and was "sweaty," so a shower certainly sounded good to me.
While we were in the shower I washed Alayne's back and front with no particular thought in my mind, and she did the same for me. I felt nothing but the pleasant brush of the washcloth over my less-tired and surely not sweaty body, and the same for hers as I washed her. We dried each other and Alayne remarked,
"I suppose you would like something to eat, eh?" and I agreed. The meal was excellent, well prepared and wonderfully cooked, yet when we had finished I could remember nothing of what we had eaten with such enjoyment.
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