Chapter 8
Lonny drove home feeling very stoned and elated, He almost had the feeling that this was going to turn out alright after all, that he was going to be able to enjoy himself and even maybe find a girl whom he could really love. He rode the elevator up to his apartment and finally was able to find the keyhole and get the key into it. He threw off his jacket and continued stripping all the way to the bedroom. By the time he had reached his huge playground he was completely naked and he just fell into the bed and was asleep almost before he had landed.
That afternoon, feeling refreshed and certainly no longer depressed, he made a major decision, that night he was going to go out and find someone entirely new. Someone he had never had anything to do with, no prior contact, no business dealings, nothing. It wasn't as if he hadn't anything to offer anybody, it was more his own fault, he had never really looked too hard.
"I guess I never really thought that Gilda and Gene would ever be able to make a go of it. I was so sure that they would bust up and I would have Gilda back, so why should I waste my time chasing someone who isn't what I really want," he thought out loud, then he laughed, "I've never talked out loud to myself as much as I have in the last few days, it's supposed to be a sign of going crazy, but somehow I have the distinct impression that it has been keeping me sane."
He went back' to fixing his breakfast and then, "As a matter of fact, I'm sure it's what's been keeping me going-at least I can hear what I sound like and what my schemes would sound like to someone else. I think who ever said that statement about going crazy was nuts himself or very repressed."
It was a lazy afternoon and he took his time about doing anything. He contemplated calling Gilda and then gave up that idea because it would only confuse matters and maybe wreck what he was beginning to build for himself. It certainly wouldn't be helping her any and the last thing that he wanted to do was to hurt her in any way. If this was what she thought was going to make her happy then that was all he cared about. He took a leisurely shower, shaved, and carefully picked out what he was going to wear. It dawned upon him that all the really good clothes that he had were due to Gilda. She had picked them out and had put them together. She had been the one to really care what he looked She said that she wanted to be proud of him when they walked down a street. Then it began to come to him that his whole life was based on her and what she thought and what she wanted for him.
The good Lord knew that wasn't what she had intended or if she thought that that might be the case she would have stopped seeing him a long time ago. He had let her do it and had wanted her to do it, probably because he thought it might insure her staying with him. Wouldn't he be able to function without her? Who would look after him? He felt sort of guilty-like he had used her or cheated her in some way, because he was acting exactly like Gene in a slightly different manner, but it was accomplishing the same thing.
By the time he was all ready it was almost nine o'clock. He whistled as he went down in the elevator and got into his car. He cruised around town, looking for a good place to eat, and when he finally found one he parked the car and headed for adventure and fun. He felt like a boy going out for his first pick-up, just learning and exploring the world of new and exciting sexual pleasures that waited in store for him, he even felt slightly nervous. Before he walked in the door he made a solemn promise to himself not to compare anyone to Gilda or it would never work.
As luck would have it, there was a beautiful woman sitting at the bar just as he walked in the door. She was even sitting alone. He went over and sat down on the stool next to her and ordered a Scotch on the rocks. She didn't seem to be inclined to strike up a conversation and perhaps she was waiting for someone. Then she took out a cigarette and seemed to be fishing in her purse for a light when Lonny held a lighter out to her.
"Thank you," she murmured in a low voice.
It was the kind of voice that sent shivers up his spine and made him gulp and look hurriedly away. It made him blush and it always sounded like it should belong to a Mati Hari type or some mysterious woman of the Orient.
"Are you waiting for anyone," he managed to squeak while she was still looking in his direction. "No, I'm not," she replied.
She wouldn't go any further and Lonny knew that if anything was going to happen he had to do it now or he never would get the chance or the nerve again. "Listen, I'm sure that I'm going to be turned down, but here goes-would you have dinner with me?" She laughed a beautiful melodic laugh, "Why are you sure I'll turn you down?" "Because you probably aren't the type of woman to go to dinner with a stranger, you seem to keep yourself, and I'll bet you usually don't talk -to anyone or want to be talked to, and because you have much too much breeding to show that you are very upset and sad about something," he replied. "You seem to know a lot about me and you are a very observant person. I think that you are a very sensitive man and because of that I will be delighted to have dinner with you," she said in a low quiet tone.
Alysa had agreed to go back to his place for a night cap and whatever else might happen. All through dinner Lonny had been deathly afraid of blowing it or that she would just disappear right before his very eyes. She was gracious, intelligent, witty, beautiful, kind, she had a passion that oozed from her but was held in tight check, and she had just lost her husband.
Now she was sitting on his sofa and she hadn't disappeared and he wanted her so badly that he could taste it. They had been making small talk for about an hour when finally Lonny got up his courage and took her hand and led her into the bedroom. The light dimmer was on low and a blue haze covered the room. The bed was closed off by heavy velvet curtains. Alysa looked at the elaborate setting and started to laugh.
"You must be kidding, you couldn't possibly sleep here."
"And why not? My sister and I designed this room when we were but babes in the woods-besides you haven't seen what's behind the curtain," he mysteriously replied.
"Yes, I must admit that this is very true, but I'm not sure that I want to see what's behind the curtain," Alysa feigned fear.
"Heh, heh, heh, oh but you will my dear, you will" Lonny said in his most evil voice and with that threw back the heavy drapes.
The bed was covered with satin sheets and on the wall was a gossamer looking material floating over a shiny substance underneath. Alysa was fascinated with the whole set up and climbed onto the bed. She slowly began to get undressed .. . half feeling like a kid on an adventure and half like a wanton hussy. The satin felt so smooth against her thighs that she began to feel impatient with her clothing for not coming off faster so that she could feel the material all over her body.
Lonny watched her for a minute, thoroughly enjoying the sight, then he vanished behind the huge canopy headboard. He took out the video tape machine with the instant replay system and sound system. He had them quickly set up so that they could see themselves while they were balling and hear themselves at the same time, Then he pulled a cord to the chiffon curtain and revealed a full wall mirror.
Alysa gasped as she saw herself spread out on the bed. She knew that she was desirable looking and seeing it in the mirror was making her feel even more sensuous. Then she saw Lonny undress and climb onto the bed. He whispered into her ear, "Look up, darling." She looked up to the ceiling and saw herself again... but this time on a television screen. "Video tape," she thought, "now that's what 1 call being inventive with sex!"
Then she turned to him, "Let's not waste the tape by just staring, after all, that would be no fun at all when we waited to watch it again."
Lonny fully agreed with that suggestion and began to fondle and caress her beautiful breasts. They were full and very firm with large round nipples. The more that he played with them the more they grew and became rock hard. He could see in the mirror that his cock was rising well to the situation and he could feel the wonderful glow that came with the hardness spread all through him. He entwined his legs between hers and began to rub his knee against her very wet cunt, also rubbing his cock against her" thigh. The motion was smooth and beautiful and they fit together perfectly. She had a long slender waist and hips that flared out but were all bone so that she was all angles when she lay down, except for her breasts, The contrast was turning Lonny on more and more-the more he looked the better he liked it and the more that he showed it.
Alysa was totally absorbed by watching the two of them on the screen and she could hear rustling sounds too, like satin sheets being rubbed against each other. She finally figured out that Lonny had rigged up a sound system so that their sounds would be amplified back to them. She watched his compact little ass move around and around in a slow grinding motion and felt his knee pressed hard against her burning cunt, she felt his hard shaft sliding up and down her thigh.
She was beginning to loose the tight control that she kept on herself, she was beginning to forget that it even existed. She felt her toes curl and her breasts ache, she felt her fingernails dig into Lonny's back and leave red trails down it, she felt her clitoris throb to the point of wanting to scream and her hole gasp as if for breath for want of something in it
The room felt small and hot and her body was becoming dripping wet with their sweat and juices. The musky odor of their passion rose and assailed her nose. She was hungry with desire-it had been too long since she had felt the sweet agony of being in a man's arms. Tonight she was going to transform herself into a she-wolf and ravish this poor victim.
Lonny felt a sudden savagery let loose from Alysa and he responded in kind. He swiftly rolled her over and plunged his dick into her ass. He lifted her up by her hips and plunged his rod into her faster and faster. Her screams were reaching his ears and only driving him further and further into the insane feverish action. He felt the world slip away from him and they were riding on an island in the middle of a great sea, he could see their reflection in the water and the rolling waves rocking them back and forth, tossing them from side to side, slamming their bodies together and then apart.
He vaguely heard his own voice join the rising tones of hers. She was pushing her ass onto his cock as hard as he was trying to drive it in, she was writhing and twisting her ass around and around. He could feel her spine through the skin, he could feel the rushing spasms shattering her body, the heat, the tightness, the sucking feeling, the passion was rising faster and faster-driving them as if they were obsessed or possessed or both. Then he felt her ass clamp down hard onto his prick and convulse with the rhythm of orgasm .. .-he felt the ripping, tearing, screaming sensation of his semen being dragged from his guts and shot into her asshole.
She didn't loose a second, she tore from his grasp and turned around. She pushed his knees further apart so that he was balanced then she leapt up around his waist, wrapped her legs tightly around him and impaled her cunt onto his cock. She moaned and groaned and rammed his huge, thick pole into her quivering quim. She drove deeper and deeper until she finally shoved it into her tiny hole at the tip of her womb.
It felt like it was going to rip her apart, she shuddered and gasped and kept thrusting harder and harder. Suddenly she felt two fingers being pushed into her sopping wet ass, then two more fingers from the other hand. She could feel Lonny's cock rub against the fingers through the thin wall that separated her ass from her cunt. Now she was sure that she was going to be torn in half! His cock, his fingers, her cunt, her ass, their bodies- plastered against each other, fighting, struggling, writhing, torturing, twisting, thrashing, faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, the wet sticky juices, the dripping sweat, the mirror images, the video images, the sound of their voices all blending together, all coming to a peak, to a pinnacle, to the brink of disaster and the abyss- to nothingness, to space, to the world of no return, the slashing, clawing, rending orgasm-the raging, raving, ranting convulsions shattered their bodies and threw them apart. They lay on the bed, panting, the sound of orgasm still echoing in their ears.
After a few minutes when they had caught their breath, Lonny said, "Let's see it again."
"Super," Alysa gasped.
Lonny leaned over, rewound the tape and sound track and switched it on, then he lay back with Alysa. The image began to fondle and caress her beautiful breasts.