Chapter 4
In the morning I couldn't make myself believe that I hadn't dreamed Anna's strange behavior. After all, she could have done anything to me so why should she have stopped at shining a flashlight at my cunt? No, it didn't make sense. I still had on the robe and when I woke up Anna was already in the kitchen fixing breakfast. A ravenous hunger made that a most exciting prospect. I stretched and yawned, thought of the folks back home and and how they were probably worried sick about me, and then I slipped out of bed so I could be with my new friend and perhaps make up for the bad thoughts I'd had about her.
But as I walked into the kitchen all my suspicions reared their ugly heads once more. My mother had never cooked breakfast in the nude! Anna was doing that right before my eyes, naked as the day she was born, her back toward me, her hands working the fry pans and the toaster, making it look as though she did this routinely. I was shocked! Once more thoughts of leaving this strange environment crossed my mind-but my hunger had reached such mammoth proportions that I couldn't go, not just yet.
"Hello, sweetheart," said Anna when she spotted me cowering in a corner. "Sit down, I'll have your food ready in a minute." Wasn't she concerned about what I thought? I kept looking at her, watching the way her big firm buns moved whenever she took a step and the slow, confined wash of her big tits, and she didn't seem to mind how hard I stared. In a way it aroused me to see her abandon all convention, but that in itself frightened me. How could I be interested in another woman? And how could her caresses last night have made me feel good? Was I strange, too?
Anna ladled a solid helping of scrambled eggs over my toast, added bacon, poured the coffee, and sat opposite me to eat with me. We kept looking at each other as we ate but by now the whole affair had gone beyond the limits of understanding. "You're very beautiful," she said out of the blue.
"Oh ... thank you," I said.
"What do you think of me? Do you think I'm too pushy?" She moved her chair closer to me and gazed deep into my eyes. "You can't answer that? No, I know the answer, I am too pushy. But I can't help it when I meet a beautiful person like you. I want us to be friends, very good friends, do you mind that?"
"No, not at all," I said sincerely. After she had been so good to me I felt I owed her at least that much. "I like you a lot."
I'm glad." I kept on eating and she placed a hand on my thigh, about halfway up, with terrycloth safely keeping her from touching my skin. "You're not very ... worldly, are you? I mean, you haven't slept around or mixed in cosmopolitan company, have you?"
"No, hardly," I grinned, thinking of my rube family.
"I thought not. Well, this could be a very educational friendship for both of us. I can learn from your innocence and you can benefit by my experience. Because I-Donna-have been everywhere and I've done everything." She went back to her breakfast with a short laugh. I looked at her with new respect. Yes, I could imagine Anna doing everything. She must have been a knock-out at my age. Even now she was easy on the eyes, as the boys said. Those big white tits with the assertive pink-brown nipples kept catching my eye, such fulsome protuberances, appealing to me as if I were still a suckling! Each time she took her eyes off me I stared at those mammoth breasts, and in spite of myself a deep desire to cushion my face between her tits rose up in me. She was comfortable in a sexy way. Her thighs were shaped like little white whales and lay pressed hard together on the kitchen chair with just an edge of pubic hair showing over their tops. That was another place where I could nestle and escape my troubles, a haven of peace. But I shouldn't think thoughts like that.
I shook my head and went on eating. "What's the matter?" asked Anna softly. "Is something worrying you? Should I put my clothes back on?" I shook my head again, angry that she was asking me such leading questions. "You like me naked, then?" There was hope in her voice. I shrugged. "Oh, you don't know? But I want you to be sure, my darling, I want you to be absolutely sure."
"I like the way you look," I said finally. Anna sat down and regarded me with some satisfaction. She said nothing after that, just watched me eat, obviously waiting for me to finish. I grew more and more nervous, and to gain time I chewed my food excessively. My appetite had disappeared, the scrambled eggs tasted like rubber. I washed what I could down with coffee, but that only blocked me up more.
"Finished?" She cleared the kitchen table and told me to go ahead and take a shower. Now I was sure something was afoot. I looked at the front door and wondered if I could make a break for it. No, not in this robe. I sighed and committed myself to the shower. When Anna parted the plastic shower curtain and stepped into the tub with me, I wasn't surprised. She was strange and I would have to go along with her, that was all there was to it. This was what they called survival.
"Don't be afraid," she said huskily. I'll only make you feel good. It's not like I'm a man. Men cause pain. Women never do." And with that she embraced me and pressed her big wet body against mine. Soap made us slippery and the cascade of hot water insulated us. It didn't feel bad but I certainly felt silly. But I liked it. There was no getting around it. Her big, resilient breasts squashed against mine and her hard nipples made little impressions all of their own, her strong hands slithered down my wet back and came to rest on both my cheeks, and her pubic bone pushed forward until it made contact with mine. We stood like that for a while, looking into each other's eyes with disparate emotions, and then she suddenly kissed me.
That almost knocked the top of my skull off! Women kissed, a peck here and a wet one there, but never like this! She kissed me the way Uncle Arnie had, long, possessively, a tongue worming its way past my closed lips, and when I bent back to relieve the pressure she came right after me until she'd backed me into a corner. No escape! I submitted graciously, kissing her back and thinking this wasn't at all bad. Anna had no stubble to scratch me with and her lips were very soft and full, so sensual against mine. The throbbing deep down in my pussy told me that she had penetrated my defenses. This called for a complete surrender.
At last I felt free to touch her big tits, big bags of flesh that gave only slightly when my fingers pressed against them, big mother earth tits that invited the weary and the hungry to come stay awhile. Anna was aware of the effect her appendages had on people, so that when I pressed my face against them she leaned back and contented herself with stroking my head while I "drank" my fill. "Touch them, baby," she murmured over the rushing sound of water, "play with them and kiss them, suck on the nipples and try to bring the milk up to the surface. They're yours now, all yours."
I lifted them high and pressed them against my temples for a while, and then I let them fall and concentrated entirely on one of her nipples, big and stiff, bite-size, a delicious morsel of flesh that aroused all sorts of brand-new feelings in me. I wrapped my arms about her waist and stood against her, sucking her tit as if I really wanted her milk to flow. Anna groaned softly and contentedly, a bovine bliss that inspired me to try harder, to do anything to her that came to mind.
Did I dare touch here ... there? The thought burst open in my mind like a firecracker. No, that would be going too far. But hadn't she looked and touched between my legs during the night? She wouldn't mind. No, Anna loved me, she'd let me do anything. But did I want to? As my thoughts swirled about in ever-tightening circles my body decided to act on its own accord. One hand moved down the full flesh of her hips and along her belly until it found the hairline. Anna opened her legs slightly, just enough to let me know I was on the right track. And then, holding my breath, I moved that hand the last few inches.
The first contact I made with another woman's cunt was momentous. There was something about her full, hairy lips, the tender flesh within, her moistness and heat, that made me sag through my knees, and before I knew what was happening my face was an inch or two from her hairy triangle. "Oooohhhhyyesssssss!" she quavered. "I couldn't ask for more!" What did she want from me? I struggled back to my feet and ignored her expression of disappointment. One hand explored her pussy, my mouth found its favorite teat again, and the shower continued to wash over us.
"My goodness!" Anna pushed me away with a weird grin and got out of the shower. "That's enough for a moment. Come on, let's dry off and go to bed."
"To bed?" Anna winked and threw me a towel. She dried herself hastily and took off her shower cap. But I'd wanted to wash my hair and so it was all wet. Anna saw the problem in a flash. No one wanted to go to bed with a mop of wet hair. She picked up a blow dryer and told me to sit on the edge of the tub so she could dry it for me. "Thanks a lot," I said, bending forward. A stream of warm air curled about my scalp soothingly, and I went into a mild trance the way I always did when someone was fiddling with my hair. But Anna wasn't about to let me slip away. The stream of hot air followed my air down my back and then made a quick turn to hit my breasts. I looked up in surprise and she winked again, only to point the blow dryer right between my legs.
"I told you this would be an educational relationship," she said, moving one of my thighs out of the way. Hot air brushed against my pubic mound, my pussy lips, a velvet touch that made me bite my lower lip in a spasm of pleasure. "You see?" My legs opened wide now and Anna used one finger to open my pussy to the hot air. It was almost too hot and yet just right, so that the small wave of pain crested into pleasure. And my clitoris rose in response to that subtle caress, quivering sensitively in the constant gust and transmitting the most refined sensations to the rest of my body.
"Oh Jesus!" I groaned, trying to open my legs even wider. "I didn't know you could do that with a hair dryer!"
"That's nothing." She brought the blower even closer to my cunt. "You should try water piks and electric toothbrushes!"
I couldn't begin to imagine what they could do and at the time it didn't matter. Hot thrills shuddered through my body, dry and tense, not nearly as juicy as the passions instilled by my uncle but wild just the same. Anna was down on her knees and applying the jet stream to the most delicate parts of my pussy, even opening my cunt hole to let it blow right up my belly, and I just squirmed and squealed and carried on until I slid ass-first over the edge of the tub and came to a two-cheek landing with a thump. "Phew!" I wiped the sweat off my brow and let Anna help me up. This time she concentrated on drying my hair, but I could tell she could hardly wait to teach me new tricks. I couldn't wait either. That hair dryer experience had been a revelation to me. Ordinary household objects could be used in the service of the mighty orgasm; it only took a little imagination to recognize their full potential.
"There, that should do it." She turned the blow dryer off and hung it back on its hook, right next to the water pik and the electric toothbrush. Seen from this angle, her bathroom looked like an arsenal of erotic weapons, even her long-handled hairbrush and the rubber-cupped vibrator that promised on its container instant relief from back aches. I shivered and promised myself I'd try them all out at the first" opportunity. But for the moment Anna was in control and she guided me into the bedroom. She made me he down at my ease, stood by the side of the bed for a moment as if to appraise the menu, and then she made me promise not to make a move until she told me to.
"Okay, I promise." Little worms of delight crawled about in my loins and it was hard not to make a move. But Anna obviously knew what she was doing, and I thought myself very lucky to have found such a good teacher. She placed herself between my legs, her torso on the bed, the rest of her over the foot-end of it, finding support on the floor. Her face was right up to my pussy now and I knew she could see every detail, but I couldn't muster any feelings of self-consciousness at this stage. So what if Anna were strange? We were behind closed doors, no one would ever know about this but her and me, and we could always deny it.
"Now then, close your eyes and think only of your own pleasure," she told me. A moment later the tip of her tongue stroked along the inner flesh of my cunt and a bolt of ecstasy shot through me. I couldn't help it, I had to relieve the pressure of myself by giving way to a hoot of delight. "Yes, it's good, it's good," I heard her mutter. "Oh it tastes so nice, so tender, I could eat you all day long! Spread those legs, baby, give it to Mama, yes, that's the way, that's good, and now you're going to be eaten like no one's ever eaten you."
Her tongue touched all the bases, stroking, flicking, curling about my clit and lassoing it, digging into my cunt hole in search of more juice, and I just gave and came and gave some more! Her hands held my thighs out of the way for those moments when the pleasure became to excruciating and I just wanted to close down for a moment to get my breath. She kept at me relentlessly, slurping up the fluids, pressing her face into my open cunt, even fingering me now and then as if her tongue weren't enough for me.
"Anna, Anna, Anna!" I groaned, repeating her name because I liked it so much at that moment "Oh yes, that's so nice! You're strange but you make a great friend. Anna, eat me Anna, oh no, that feels weird-OH, OH, NO THAT'S TOO MUCH, ANNAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!! YES, YES, YES, HOOOOOOOOLY SHIT! I'M LOSING MY MIND, OH JEEEEEEEEEEE-susssssss!" A peak had been reached, I had soared vertiginously upward, scared out of my wits and deliriously happy, and then at the very top I had turned into a giant bubble, expanding breathlessly until the certain POP! had sent me into sweet oblivion.
I figured she had done enough for me and I wanted to pay her back right away. Not that the idea of eating her appealed to me as such, I just didn't think it was fair that I should have all the fun. But she had told me to lie still until she was through with me. Didn't she know she had already succeeded? I figured she'd overlooked my climax, so I relaxed and waited for her to realize her error. God, that felt nice. I shifted about a little to make myself more comfortable and as I lifted my ass she slipped her hands under it. My pussy rose a few inches, one of her fingers moved into the split of my ass, and before I knew it she had her tongue right into my cunt and one finger working its way into my asshole. How strange could a woman get? Still, I had to admit it felt awfully nice, so nice in fact that my body began to mobilize for the next climax. I could hardly believe the symptoms even as they built up to a crescendo, but since there was nothing I could do about it, the crescendo came anyway.
Her finger wormed right up my asshole, filling me with discomfort at first. But that complemented the delicious sensations she instilled in my pussy, contrasting them to make them all the more heavenly. However, after a minute or so the discomfort turned into its own variety of bliss, a jarring, uncertain bliss that left me suspended somewhere between wanting to take a shit and wanting to explode in a pyrotechnical climax. I hovered there until she took my clitoris between her lips and sucked on it with all her strength, and that just did me right in. I came as if I'd burst leaks all over my body, the passions pouring out and blowing out of every pore, and her finger rammed in and out of me like a rapid cock while she kept right on sucking my clitoris as if her life depended on it. One climax came and went, another followed hot on its heels, I couldn't breathe, a third one came in its wake, I was losing my mind, and then everything blew up and I was sent soaring into space again, only to come down like a falling leaf.
Anna lay down beside me and caressed my hair and shoulders to ease my gentle descent. "You like that, huh?" she said. "My baby enjoyed herself?"
"Yes, she did," I sighed. "But it's so unfair that I have all the fun while you do all the work."
"That's not so at all ... although I have to admit you have a point," she replied, changing her mind midway through the sentence. "Still, you can make it up to me later."
"How? I mean, what do you like to have done to you?"
"Oh, anything that comes to you," she said casually, but I recalled her excitement when my face had come close to her pussy and her disappointment when I'd pulled away, so I knew damn-well what she liked. It scared me a little to think of myself going down on her. What if she smelled peculiar? And what if I didn't like her taste? Then I'd be down there and she'd be a lot unhappier if I withdrew after trying it. But didn't I owe her something? Hell, after all she had done for me I could at least play the martyr for about five minutes.
And so I began, shyly, unsure of myself, kissing her big breasts and sucking at her nipples until her tautly-arched body and her tense moans indicated it was time for me to go further. I took a deep breath and kissed my way down her firm, rotund belly, wasting time, fingering at her bellybutton, and Anna became more and more restless. She tried to wriggle her pussy into my face, her moans turned into high-pitched supplications, and whenever I advanced an inch she began to sigh as though I had already reached her objective. Her pubic hair brushed my chin, her big legs reared up at either side of me, and I knew if I pulled back now those little white whales would grip me like a vise and force me to eat her. Better to do it voluntarily. I kissed my way through her bushy jungle down to where her flesh became chubby and Anna was already having a ball. It took so little to make her happy, I thought. Now the split of her pussy and the tip of my tongue met, and I hooked it up under there to tug at it desultorily. All kinds of thoughts from the past went through my head: don't touch yourself between your legs, that's dirty ... don't show your pocketbook to anyone and be sure never to let anyone get into it; and jokes about sardines and monthlies, boys smirking at the very mention of pussy ... but Anna had eaten my pussy as though it were the most delicious thing on earth and when I had kissed her after the taste of my juices didn't upset me at all. Were they all wrong and was Anna right? Now was the time to find out.
With a last burst of willpower I let my face slide down the curved hairy flesh, and Anna parted her legs so wide that they extended from her body at right angles, and my tongue dragged down the center to land squarely in her hole. Now I had my first taste of cunt and I still didn't know if I liked it or not. Her moisture was tart and strong and her aroma tended to be stifling. And while it didn't repel me, I figured it was best to keep going. My thumbs opened her cunt right up and my tongue pushed right into her hole the ways hers had gone into mine. Anna moaned loudly and her hips became jerky. And I found that the taste grew on me very quickly. It wasn't sweet or fruit-flavored, it was honest cunt, an acquired taste, and the more of her juice I sucked out of her, the more I got to like it.
Within minutes I had become a pussy addict. I knew it and it scared me but there it was. I loved the tenderness of her inner flesh, the pudgy resilience of her outer lips, I loved the way she responded to every tiny movement of my tongue and the nuzzling of my nose, and her cunt ran over with nectar as if it wanted to regale me with its finest. I drank and swallowed, rubbed my face about in her split pussy, sucked on her clitoris and fingerfucked her, following her lead and my own instincts. I thought of what I would like to have done to me and I did it to her, it was as simple as that. And the orgasmic contortions of the big woman above me were ample proof that I was doing it right.
I became utterly lost between her thighs, wafting through erotic dreams, making love reflexively, and yet inspecting her pussy very carefully. It was a fascinating piece of work, the' ovoid opening of the thick outer lips showing the large pink ragged inner lips flaring out just above the uncertain hole, in which pinkness gave way to mysterious darkness. For some reason I couldn't stop looking at it once it had caught my attention, and I stopped eating her so I could see it all and toy with it to get a better idea of how it worked. A finger slipped into that little open mouth and wormed its way deep inside the warm, smooth cavern of flesh within. Past the entrance muscles she opened up wide and the tip of my finger found her flesh slippery and ribbed. I expected her to complain about my not eating her, but she did quite the opposite. She took my hand and helped me to push it in and pull it out.
"Another one, darling," she sighed. I added a finger to the first one and watched with mounting interest as both of them moved past the pink barriers to lose themselves in that hidden cave. Anna lay right back so that when I looked up all I saw was the slow curve of her belly and the two big tits quivering like puddings. At that moment I wanted to see how many fingers would fit into her body.
I took my time because I didn't want to hurt her or anything. Anna moaned and sighed, and kept her legs wide open. And I worked my two fingers in and out of her cunt until it was too loose for just two. It seemed to beg for three. I bunched them close together and slipped them up her, and it was almost as though her cunt sucked them inside! Whitish dollops of fluid oozed out from between my pushing fingers and her pulsing cunt hole, air got trapped inside her and blurted out when I pulled back far enough, her whole cunt had come alive! Four fingers, I was willing to try anything! And yes, they moved inside her smooth as a piston, right up to the knuckles. My hand turned so that the palm was up and I pushed until only the thumb stuck out of her body. If her cunt would take that much, wouldn't it...?
I added my thumb to the bunch and began afresh. "Oooowwwww darling!" lowed Anna. She moved awkwardly to accommodate my hand, and she sounded desperate. I was sweating and panting, it was hard to get my breath during the excitement, and my own cunt burned for satisfaction with all the verve of an insulted knight. The thickest part of my hand was still outside her body and I began to won der if it were possible-when there was a moist "shoop!" and my hand had disappeared!
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" she cried. I just stared bug-eyed at the sight of my wrist sticking out of her lower belly. Hair surrounded the point of entry but that was all that could be seen of her cunt Surely this had to cause her pain? If it did, Anna was a masochist because she caroled her ecstasy at the top of her lungs, and when I made a fist of my hand to more effectively move it about inside her she just about went crazy! Both of her hands seized that extruding wrist and began to pump it back and forth, fucking herself with my fist until her screams turned to whimpers and her body shivered so violently that I thought her big puddings were going to slide off her chest.
We carried on locked in a trance. She was coming, I was coming, my fist was trapped inside that warm, wet cavern by her cunt muscles that cut off my circulation; feeling disappeared from my fingers, I lost touch with reality, and then she made me twist around so that my fist remained embedded in her pulsating cunt and my pussy sank into her wide-open mouth. She sucked, I fucked, and together we explored the depths of erotica until neither of us could take anymore. "Get off!" she puffed and pushed me away. "Oh God, I can't breathe anymore! Take your fist out of me, good, thanks. Holy shit, it's so stuffy in here." She tottered over to the windows and opened them wide, disregarding the fact that it was broad daylight and people in the opposite apartment building could see right into the bedroom.
I just lay on my back and flexed my fist to get the blood back into it. The exhaustion I felt was unique in my experience. I felt saturated with sex, unable to move, a state of contented apathy prevailed. Anna stretched before the open windows and drew fresh air into her lungs as if she'd been deprived of oxygen for too long. What if my parents could have seen this, I wondered. What if Ted had seen the whole erotic spectacle? They would have keeled over with heart attacks! I grinned at the idea of them having their minds blown, but then it wasn't so long ago that this kind of practice would have shocked me just as much. What was happening to me? Two days away from home and I was fist-fucking a woman! My descent was rapid indeed.
That was wonderful," Anna said, sitting on the side of the bed and gazing deep into my eyes. "You've turned out to be the best lover I've ever had. And you're so young! Women who've done nothing else but sleep with other women for twenty years haven't been able to make me feel this good."
"Really?" I didn't know what that signified but it filled me with mixed emotions. Was I a tramp? No, no, I told myself, I was merely a survivor. Now that Anna had had her fun with me she would put me up for long enough to let me get a start in the big city. That was all that mattered to a survivor.
Certainly she treated me very well. We went out later that day and she brought me clothes and other necessities, she took me to the movies and out to dinner, and when we came home we drank sweet wine and she seduced me beautifully, making love until the two of us fell asleep. And when she had to go to work the next morning she made sure there was plenty for me to snack on. Her apartment was very comfortable and I liked hanging around for the first few days. The easy chairs, the big color TV, her books and games, the jigsaw puzzles she enjoyed putting together, all that kept me content and busy. But I began to resent the fact that she would never give me any money! I asked her for a few dollars so I could take myself to a movie while she was at work and she'd get very vague and postpone the issue. And when I finally got her cornered she said she didn't want to give me cash because she was afraid I would leave her.
"Why should I do that?" I asked.
"Well, you ran away from your parents so why shouldn't you run away from me?" she asked, and suddenly her eyes showed real fear. "You see, I love you Donna, I love looking after you and coming home to you in the evening. We were meant to live together. I even want to marry you! But if I start giving you money what's to stop you from leaving me in the cold?"
"That's ridiculous," I said. "We're friends, if I wanted to leave I would tell you." She gave me a look of anger and disgust and refused to go on with the discussion. And since I didn't want her to be angry, I dropped the subject.
But my boredom with her and the land of life she made me lead, increased as the days rolled by. I started taking long walks through the hilly streets, thinking about my past and future, and I began to think that I could leave her whether I had money or not. After all, I had left home without a penny. I was young and pretty, a lot of men propositioned me on my walks, and it wouldn't take much luck to find one who was more generous than Anna. Anna and Donna-that sounded too pat, anyway. She was too possessive. I enjoyed going to bed with her and learning more about my own body and hers, but I didn't want to be a couple. One evening she had invited a couple to dinner with us, and I had my first chance to observe two female lovers from close-up. The two women played out their respective roles, the husband and the wife, and once I got past thinking that it was funny, it became a little sad. Who would be the femme in Anna and Donna? She would say me, but I had seen her fear and knew now that I could be butch with her and get away with it. That didn't suit me at all.
After a week or so of this, I came home to find the man who lived in the apartment next door, standing at our door. He was trying to get a key into the lock and when I asked him what he thought he was doing he blushed and said he had the wrong apartment. His blush endeared him to me right away. I had seen him from a distance once or twice, a young man with long hair and a beard whose jeans were splattered with paint and whose shoes were encrusted with the stuff, but I hadn't given him much thought. Now that he stood there and blushed I felt my heart going out to him, and I not only accepted his apology, I also agreed to come look at his work.
I grinned at the recollection and turned over in I my bed to see what Thelma was doing. She stood right by the side of the bed and reached high to dust the frame of a picture. This was the first time she had ever dusted beyond the reach of the average eye, and I knew she was doing it to make her dress rise high. From the side I saw her ass bulge out abruptly, a beautiful full curve that made my fingers itch. Memories of Anna and all that she had taught the younger version of me, still had my body in thrall. Woman flesh, soft and smooth, so different from men with their knotted muscles and hairy skin, woman smells going from the tart to the sweet, I recalled them all, every sensation associated with women, and Thelma's ass remained right there in front of to urge me to action.
I reached out and placed my hand on her black ass, resting it there to see how she would respond. The maid threw me a strange look, lacking in expression but for a measure of haughtiness. She was a sassy bitch and she knew how to be the one at the center of attention. I'd seen her do little numbers on Ted, bending this way and leaning that way, until the poor man couldn't help but take an interest in sex-hers, to be exact Not that he would ever go through with his yens. And that wasn't what Thelma was looking for, either. She was getting at me through him. Well, Ted wasn't there and now it was her against me. My hand looked very white in contrast to the deep brown of her ass. She stopped dusting the picture frame and her dress moved back down to halfway along her thighs, but my hand stayed where it was.
"You want me to stand here all day?" she asked archly. "Or you want me to get on with what you pay me for?"
"Stand there a little longer," I said curtly. She was looking for a way to get at me and I wasn't about to open any loopholes. But I certainly enjoyed the feeling of her ass. Her buttock was firm and resilient, yet surprisingly soft considering its shapeliness. Anna's ass had been big and it had tended to slop to the sides. Not Thelma's. Her flanks were dimpled and her hips were narrow. I ran my hand to the lower part of her cheek, stopping when I bore some of her flesh's weight in the palm, squeezing fondly. "That's a nice ass you've got there," I commented.
"Thank you." She just stood there and looked at. me challengingly. "But I've got a lot of work to do, so if you don't mind...."
"I do mind." She stayed where she was and my hand shifted down to her thigh, sliding up and down the smooth flesh and working its way to the inner thigh. I felt the tension of her muscles as my hand slid up higher, the soft rasp of pubic curls against the side of my hand, and then the warm, pudgy flesh of her pussy lips. One finger moved up even further, far enough to get in between those tightly-pressed flaps of skin and into the warm valley they concealed. Thelma still didn't move. I was disappointed by her reaction but in a way I was getting all the woman I wanted. It was like a little romp down memory lane, re-acquainting myself with those long-past joys. I thought of my flings with women fairly often, especially when Ted attempted to make love to me, and how satisfying my fantasies were at those times. Now that I once more had a handful of pussy I wondered if I shouldn't look around for new women friends. Surely the suburbs had to be crammed with lonely ladies who were in my predicament?
"Thank you, Thelma, you can go on with all those urgent tasks now," I said, unable to keep a note of sarcasm out of my voice. Now it was her turn to look disappointed, but she soon got her face back to neutral and left the room. This was turning out to be a most interesting day after all, I thought.