Chapter Four
“I was wrong to treat you like that. I had no right to barge into the bathroom. My only defense is that you made me do it. I got so excited that one head, in particular, was talking for me. It wasn’t the one attached to my shoulders.” He wasn’t helping his case by wearing a skimpy little Speedo barely containing the evidence of his arousal.
It was the weekend and we had met at his house while his parents were away. Gillian had to work leaving us to spend a little quality time together. There were many ways to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. My tiny little bikini was virginal white, but there was nothing innocent about the way that my body was busting out of it.
“I wouldn’t have allowed you to do that if I didn’t want it. It was clearly a decision we made together. I don’t pretend to know what goes on in a man’s mind. I can imagine sex is a big part of what you think about during the day. What you probably don’t know is that women have the same affliction. We can be rather chatty and expressive about the lovers that we take to bed.” I had on a pair of reflective sunglasses and he was standing in profile with his crotch eye level.
“You’re going to burn if you don’t let me put some lotion on you.” It was unseasonably warm and signs of summer were making a comeback after a dreary winter season.
“You just want me to let you put your hands on me again. I’m inclined to let you because it felt so damn good what you did in the bathroom. I could use a deep tissue massage and who knows what might happen after you loosen up my muscles. It might instill a more proactive role on my part. I’ve been itching to get my hands on you. I might even consider playing a tune on your instrument.” It flexed involuntarily in those shorts barely anything more than a piece of floss strung between the cheeks of his ass.
“I don’t know what I can do with one hand, but I can try.” The work that we had been doing was opening up his eyes to the possibility of a full recovery.
“Who are you trying to fool? You might not have 100% feeling back, but it is coming along better than expected. We had to get past your limitations. Nothing was going to happen until you put yourself in my capable hands.” I had turned over on my back and he had pulled the string to release me from the burden of my bikini top.
My nipples were pressed into the chair and he was straddling me from behind. The oil was warm in his hands and he was quite adept at working my muscles into relaxation. I shifted my weight and he was able to pull my bikini bottom all the way off.
He worked his magic for about 10 minutes before he vacated his spot. I looked up in time to see him liberally coating his chest with those briefs bulging obscenely in front of me. He was in the perfect position for me to lower the obstacle in my way. The head appeared first and I sucked it deep with vacuum authority. I could taste the first sign of his craving coming to the surface.
I circled the head with my two hands on the waistband of his swim shorts. I was going further down with the seal of my lips around his thickness. I soon had him uncovered with the throbbing vein of persuasion pumping with new life on the landscape of my tongue.
I knew the possibility of Gillian coming home from work was slim to none. It was a decadent thing to do. The man of my dreams had come home feeling inadequate and in desperate need of somebody to remind him of his masculinity. It didn’t hurt my feelings to be put in a position where I could feel the same thing I did the first night we were together.
“This is not the kind of help I was expecting from you when I came home. I lost the magic, but you have rekindled the spark.” The slippery surface of the shaft made it easily into my throat several times.
The look in his eyes and the expression on his face was priceless. I was coming home into the arms of someone who cared about me. What we had was a memory to hold onto. The more I showed him my skills the better chance he was going to awaken to the reality of that night.
I was savoring every second. My mind was overwhelmed by those images of him climbing to dizzying heights of pleasure. The last time, he was on his back completely naked. This time, he was public enemy number one in my book. I wanted him to suffer, but I couldn’t bring myself to deny him the chance to be with me again.
He was in a sexual trance. His response had me wickedly thinking about leaving him to handle his business on his own. The dripping evidence of his excitement for me made it hard to be that cruel and unusual in my punishment.
His shorts were drawn to his ankles by gravity. His larger than life member had found a woman worthy of such an appendage. He was still wearing the black glove self-conscious about his strong military image. There was no blemish, but psychologically he could see it every time he looked at his hand in the living flesh.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I must’ve been a good boy in a past life. This unseasonable warmth is nothing compared to the sizzling oven of your mouth. I almost came three times and you somehow knew what was going to happen and stopped me. I’m not sure that I should thank you or curse your name.” My frenzied approach was making him fall faster into my clutches. It wasn’t good enough to taste him.
I knew what areas to concentrate on. He wasn’t complaining. I was trying too hard to make him remember me. It should’ve been good enough to be with him. I wanted to see that recognition in his eyes, but that night he was three sheets to the wind. He could hardly remember his name after the deed was done.
There was no faking or hiding the hungry beast about to lose the battle. I could feel it and my work was satisfying beyond words. He was pleading with me with his eyes to siphon the load from his balls. How could I possibly refuse the man of my dreams the release that he desperately was searching for?
I extracted his healthy specimen from my mouth. I left him with his cock glistening. His eyes blinked back into reality looking around like he couldn’t quite believe what was going on.
I glanced over my shoulder with these come-hither bedroom eyes. I took that final step and dropped into the warm water with the scent of chlorine assaulting my olfactory senses.
It was a good way to cool things off. I wanted him to keep panting after me like a starving dog. It took amazing willpower to pull my mouth off of him. It was a split second decision. I was regretting not giving into those animal urges deep down inside.
I was playing a game to see how far he was willing to go to be with me. He walked over with this cocky confidence. He dangled his feet into the water with his crotch making things appear bigger than they were from afar.
“I believe you forgot to finish what you started. I don’t mind a little bit of teasing as long as there is a payoff. Do I have to come in there and give you a reason to finish what you started?” I came to a painful conclusion that seeing him up close and personal was going to make it almost impossible not to fulfill his request.
I was licking my lips tasting what was still there and it made me want more. I swam backward with the buoyancy of my breasts bobbing obscenely on the surface of the water. The freedom to swim naked and frolic with the man who had gotten away like a thief in the night was making me feel alive.
“You are purposely baiting me. I would like to say that I’m strong enough to resist, but I’m not. I have this confusion and I can’t get any relief. I know you don’t understand. That’s part of the problem.” He was letting me speak, but I could tell his thoughts were jumbled and he was worried that he had done something wrong.
It was too late and the words were on the tip of my tongue ready to confess. It was time to pull off the band-aid quickly. It didn’t seem fair to leave him in the dark scrambling for some kind of explanation for my actions.
“I’ve had women come and go in my life, but you have always been a constant reminder of what I really want. I’ve dreamed of being with you in many different scenarios with you wearing many different outfits. I never dreamed this day could happen.” I had to tell him the truth about that night and what he left me with after the dust settled.
His smile was contagious and I blushed like a goofy teenager under the influence of the high school quarterback.
I had my hand stretched out about to grab him when my phone rang. I was a little perturbed by the interruption. The words displayed on my screen made my heart stop. I was literally shaking.
I rushed from the pool splashing water everywhere and grabbed my keys on the way out the door. I was in no shape to drive anywhere. Steven must’ve known that. Steven didn’t say a word and I whispered a destination that I needed to get to with some urgency.