Chapter 6
Gilda woke up the next morning feeling strange and out of place. She rolled over and saw Phil sleeping next to her-she blinked at the unfamiliar but beautiful face then it all came back to her. A warm glow started up from her cunt and spread all through her as she called up the images of the night before. It had been good, better than she had expected or hoped for, but not as good as Lonny.
Still she wasn't hurting Gene, all she could do was learn from these experiences, and at least she wasn't giving him something impossible to try and compete with. Maybe this would work and maybe it was the best thing for all of them but she was still worried about Lonny. She prayed that he would be able to find someone ... some special somebody for himself.
She got up and went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She was going to take a quick shower and leave, but the water felt so good that she just stood under it and let it beat down on her in continuing streams of liquid. It poured over her body, washing it, shining it, buffing it to a smooth, silky touch. She felt so good that she decided to stay awhile longer and wake up Phil.
She went into his kitchen, rummaged around in the icebox, found some breakfast-type food and began preparing her feast. Soon the smell of bacon and eggs and toast filled the air, quickly followed by the smell of deep rich Columbian coffee.
"Hey," she heard Phil's voice behind her, "is that the smell of food trying to strangle my nose?"
"Sure is, lazy," she laughed, feeling freer than she had in weeks. Here was a nice undemanding man, with whom she enjoyed being, enjoyed fucking, and enjoyed most of all knowing that she could leave or stay and there would be no hang-ups about it.
"I was going to bring you breakfast in bed, but since you're up, I wouldn't want to spoil you, so you can get it yourself."
"Hey, that's not fair! I don't want to miss out on a good thing. How about if I just quickly go back to sleep and pretend I never got up in the first place," he shoved his head under the pillow, feigning sleep.
Gilda ran into the bedroom and began to tickle Phil until he finally rolled over and grabbed her. His mouth found hers and glued itself to it. She pressed her tongue into his orifice, teased and played with his tongue, and lingered on the tip of it. She began to moan with pure pleasure of being in his arms, moan with delight of feeling his body pressed against hers. He smelled good, like new mown hay after a summer shower. He felt all silky and warm, like a baby just after a bath.
Phil felt the unreal, shimmery creature in his arms. He had picked up many a woman but none of them had been quite like this one. He had also seen the obvious wedding ring on her hand and had told himself that he couldn't even contemplate getting involved. She was out for a fling, maybe her marriage wasn't great, maybe her husband knew and didn't mind-but for whatever reason, she wasn't his and he couldn't have her.
He let his hands run down her long body, feeling the same rush and thrill as he had the night before. This was a woman he knew one didn't get tired of. You couldn't be with her one night and wish that she would disappear the next morning. It wasn't just the breakfast bit, plenty of them had done that before, some were even good cooks, it was her, Gilda. For all he knew she was a lousy cook and he could have cared less.
Suddenly the smell of very crisp bacon wafted in their direction.
"Oh my God, I almost forgot," Gilda leaped up from the bed and rushed into the kitchenette. "Saved!" she yelled out to him.
"Great! But I must admit that I wouldn't have minded if it had burned ... it was worth it to he here with you," replied.
"Watch it old boy, you'll blow the ball game, spill the jar and she'll pick up her toys and go home," he mused to himself, "man when I think of all the chicks who have tried to snag me-the confirmed bachelor and player of the field, and I get hung-up on a creature from world who is married! Damn! "Here you go," she merrily said, putting a beautiful tray of goodies on the bed, "a feast for a very nice man." "Ah, but I can not and will not touch one bite unless the fair lady will dine with me," he gallantly replied.
"Since it was put so nicely, how could I refuse?"
Phil dug into the heaping plate of hot food, but his mind was not on what he was eating. He was wondering where she came from and why she had chosen to go home with him. What kind of life did she lead? This wasn't something that she normally did ... he could tell the ones who cheated as a regular pattern and he usually avoided them like the. plague. They either wanted to be taken away from it all, they wanted to tell you the whole sordid story from their point of view (and you had no choice but to listen) or they were hard-nose bitches.
But this one, no she wasn't like them. She wasn't going to talk unless you asked. She was just going to appear in his life like a sudden burst of sunshine and then disappear from it just as suddenly. He was itching to ask her so many things, he had to keep biting his tongue to stay silent and it was getting painful to continue.
Gilda felt marvelous, calm, relaxed, and under no pressure. For a first-time experiment, it was great. It gave her back her faith in people-they could be wonderful, they could be caring. Now she wasn't afraid to go out again and she would have so many wonderful things to give to Gene when he came back. She could share all her experiences with him without his ever having to know how she got them.
She missed Gene even more than ever, she wanted to leap up and call him right then, but she knew that wouldn't be nice, she would just have to wait until she got home. She looked at Phil and smiled warmly, she wanted to thank him but she didn't think that he would understand what she was thanking him for and it would be too long to explain to him, so she let it go.
"I have to go now, Phil," Gilda said, getting up off the bed and clearing away the dishes.
"O.K. Do you think that it's possible that we could get together again?" he tried to sound casual but there was a
big gaping hole in his stomach.
"I don't know, we'll see. I'll give you a call sometime soon. I do want you to know that I really enjoyed being
with you and I think that you are a super person."
That was it, she was just going to walk out of his life and there was nothing that he could do about it. She
thought he was a super person and she would call him some time soon, but that was it.
"Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!" he thought. "I have got to be the biggest idiot going! I can't let her stop everything
that I'm doing or believe in and yet here I am doing just that.
He watched her getting dressed, burning with the desire stop her, to grab her and rip her clothes off, but he remained cool. He got up and kissed her lightly on the lips walked her to the door. Suddenly she turned to him. "Wait a minute, I can't go, you have to take me to my car."
"Right! I almost forgot," he said, trying to restrain the joy in his voice at being able to be with her a few minutes
longer.
He ripped off his pajamas and threw on the nearest things at hand. He didn't care what he looked like, just so she didn't go and suggest a taxi or something.
"I'm ready, Madame, your chariot awaits you." He swept her out the door and down to his car.
The ride to the restaurant parking lot was not a talkative one, as a matter of fact, Phil didn't really feel like saying much of anything to Gilda. He was so afraid that his voice would give him away every time that he opened his mouth to speak. He kept catching glimpses of her hair out of the corner of his eye, its brilliance in the sunshine was blinding. He was so turned on by the time that they reached the car that it was everything he could do not to attack her right there in broad daylight.
"Promise me that you will call," he said in a last attempt to get something more definite out of her.
"Oh yes, I will, don't worry, but I just want you to know that it may not be for awhile. I have many things that are happening to me and I need time to sort them all out," Gilda looked fondly at Phil.
She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and slid out of the car. Phil didn't know whether to feel elated or not. He wasn't even sure that there was anything at all to what she said, but somehow there was a note of hope for him in there. He caught Gilda waving to him just before her car disappeared around the corner and out of sight. He sat and wrestled with his conscience as to whether he should follow her or not, but he decided to be patient and see what happened.
Gilda was stretched out in the hammock in her backyard, feeling very comfortable. She knew that no one could see her, not even Helen. This was her sanctuary, a place where she could go and be whatever she wanted to be...dress however she wanted to dress, and no one could bother her. It was too early to call Gene or even expect a from him and she had been reminiscing about last night.
She felt a warm glow filling her up and her hand began slowly creep down to her cunt. She reached inside of her thin panties and found her hot, rigid, pulsing clitoris and slowly, ever so slowly she began to rub her finger over it. She closed her eyes and shut out the world, letting the sensations swirl around her like mist on a marsh.. "Hi there," suddenly came a voice. She sat straight up, almost tipping herself out of the hammock, and yanked her hand out of her panties. Her heart was pounding and the sunlight was making it hard for her to see who it was that spoke. "Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you-my name's Van and if you're Mrs. Gilda Allen, then I have a telegram for you," said the still faceless voice.
"I'm Gilda Allen," she replied, trying to get her heart to stop attempting to leap out of her.- She reached out with trembling hand and opened the telegram up.
THIS IS JUST TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I AM THINKING ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME AND MISS YOU VERY MUCH.
ALL MY LOVE, GENE
By this time her eyes had adjusted to the sunlight, she looked up to see the tall, bronzed, young man still standing there. It took her a minute to realize why he hadn't left, "I'm terribly sorry, I've never gotten a telegram before and I thought that it might be some horrible news, but it's not," she smiled happily at him, "I'm a little embarrassed because I don't know how much to tip you, though."
"Well, I'm in the same predicament. I saw what you were doing before I said anything ... and I got awfully turned on ... I never have asked this of anyone that I deliver messages to ... but you are so beautiful, that I wondered, well, I wondered if maybe ... maybe you might let me, you know ... ball you," he finally finished.
Gilda almost burst out laughing, but she realized that he was very serious about it.
"Van, I think that would be a lovely idea. You just take off your clothes, no one can see you here, and joining me in my swinging bed," she said, quickly following her own suggestion and shedding her clothes.
Van climbed into the big hammock very carefully. He was a little afraid that it was going to either fall down or tip over but it didn't worry him enough to stop. He was so hard that he thought he was going to burst before he got a chance to do anything. She was truly the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen in his life.
He felt her body yield to his, mold itself against his, and seem to envelope it. He slowly began to kiss her eyelids, face, nose, mouth, rubbing his prick against her cunt, and feeling the gentle swaying back and forth, of the hammock. He felt like he was being lifted and carried away to some heavenly paradise and he knew that he wasn't going to want to come back.
Her breasts were flattened against his chest and her arms were tightly wrapped around his back. Her cunt was intensely urging his prick to find her hole and plunge inside of it. He felt like they were really one person since he couldn't move too much in the hammock, and it was a feeling that made him even more frantic with desire, She loved the feeling of his strong young body next to her so she could feel every ripple and twitch of every muscle he had. She pressed her pussy harder and harder against him, nearly lifting her hips completely off of the rope bottom. She wanted him. quick hard and fast and she knew that he was capable of doing it. She wanted impetuous youth to totally take her over and then go without a thought in the world. She slowly began to rotate her hips as best as she could, when suddenly she felt his cock drive into her and seem to tear her in half.
She felt each slamming thrust shatter through her and she responded just as violently and just as passionately. She was amazed with herself because she had never felt such raw animal emotion before. She was screaming and laughing all at once. She was clawing his back, knowing that she was going to leave long red welts. She felt her juices soak them both, she felt the hammock become a tiny boat in a hurricane, she felt her whole being going crazy with lust.
Her tight hole grabbed his rod and sucked it deep inside of her and then spit it back out. Faster and faster he felt them slam into each other. Harder and deeper he felt them drive each other to the peak of orgasm. He knew that he wasn't going to last too much longer and he knew that he had already sent her over at least four times.
He grunted and shoved, moaned and thrust, groaned and rammed, growled and pushed into her-faster and harder, deeper and deeper and deeper, the smell of her juices and sexual passion assailing his nose every time he breathed in. His breath was coming faster and in shorter spans, until he felt the hot semen rip up through his tubes and shoot out through his shaft. Gilda screamed, shuddered, and lay very still.
Van got up and got dressed then he looked down at the gorgeous woman lying so peacefully and contented. He reached over and gently lifted a damp piece of hair that was clinging to her eyelid, kissed her softly on the lips and walked away.
Gilda hadn't wanted to see his leaving. She was glad that he hadn't said anything to her, she just wanted to rock to sleep, feeling the warm sticky juices slowly dry around her cunt.