Chapter 9
Paul's luck continued. Following the same routine, he and Joyce practically ignored each other now and so he found all of his thrills, all of his excitement, outside of his own home. In time he became reconciled to all of this. After all, it wasn't very hard for him to find the young heads that turned him on-that really got him hot
They all seemed to be available and all seemed to want to have him as much as he wanted them. So there was no problem, no more periods of frustration without sex and Paul seemed satisfied.
He still maintained the facsimile of a happily married, outwardly at least as far as his friends and fellow teachers and even members of their families were concerned. He and Joyce were making a go of it, were well suited, yes, even happy. No one suspected.
One day when Joyce had to go to the city shopping, Paul agreed to accompany her-agreed to give her a hand. This was because later that evening they were invited to have dinner with some friends ... mutual friends ... friends who believed them to be happy with each other.
While Joyce was in a mid town boutique getting together an outfit that she was going to wear that evening, Paul stood outside on the street, leaning against the building. He was quite content just standing there and watching the people walk by-throngs of people-all different and yet all the same, all hurrying to places and yet without any place to go.
Paul was grateful that he could just stand and watch.
Occasionally a good-looking young chick would stroll by Paul and he would feel a stirring in his loins, a desire to get his rocks off, but he didn't have the time to cultivate any new friendships, especially since Joyce was so close.
He was wearing a blazer and a pair of tight-fitting green slacks that accented his muscular build so there were a good many people who gave him the eye as they passed.
One girl in particular was so overwhelmed by his handsome face and masculine build that she stopped to peer into the window of the boutique.
The girl soon had looked at everything in the window and worked up the courage to speak.
"Hi ... you look like you're lost ... like you're looking for something."
"I am," Paul grunted out, turning in the girl's direction. He had barely noticed her before this and now that he was looking at her, he was sorry that he had missed her.
She was really beautiful, yet very tall a couple of inches taller than Paul, yet her body was in proportion, the proportions for a model, that is. She was thin yet delicately built ... appealing.
"What are you looking for?" she asked, "Maybe I can help!"
When she stopped talking her eyes continued the conversation, inviting Paul to make an overture, inviting him to ask her for something ... anything.
"Well ... just maybe some kind of a quick thrill or something."
"Oh," she chirped. "What kind of a quick thrill?"
"Do I have to draw you pictures or something?" Paul answered, his eyes laughing.
"Well, if you did, would they be pornographic," she asked, her face lighting up with a broad, friendly smile.
"Most definitely," Paul answered, "extremely pornographic."
"Well, that's a horse of a different color."
"A horse?" Paul asked.
"Or should I say, stud, honey."
"Yeah, Stud's okay," he replied.
"Well, if it's a workout you're looking for, I just live on the other side of town and my name's Ann ... Ann Garbriels."
"Paul ... but I really don't have time to go to the other side of town. Like I said, I want a quick thrill."
"Oh, you mean, wham, bam, thank you, m'am?"
"Yeah, I'm afraid that's about it. I have an appointment here, you see and I just don't have the time to spend."
"That's too bad, but I think I can still accommodate you if you want."
"Oh, I want to all right ... maybe we can get together sometime next week over at your place if you give me your address."
"Sure thing, but for now, I've got a good place to go."
"Where?" Paul questioned.
"It's not where, I always say, it's with who. It might not be that comfortable but it's safe ... it's private ... and its gonna be a lot of fun."
"Is that a guarantee?" Paul asked.
"Sure thing, honey," Ann responded, blowing a kiss at him and sliding her arm under his.
Paul was a bit nervous being this familiar with him right in front of the picture window of the boutique. Any minute Joyce could look out and see what was going on. But in a minute Paul wasn't there any longer. He followed Ann down the street and then into the entrance of a large office building.
Ann led him into an elevator and pushed one of the buttons. Within a few seconds they were sky-rocketing toward heaven. The elevator was private, all to themselves and she edged herself over next to him, sliding her hands between his legs and feeling for that luscious cock that she knew must be concealed there.
The elevator stopped on the forty-third floor, the doors opened and Ann tugged at Paul's sleeve. He followed quickly and she led the way into what seemed to be a photographer's studio.
"I just finished up modeling for some pictures here, honey and everyone's gone for the day."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, they don't like to work on Saturdays, but this was a rush job and well, we all had to extend ourselves."
"Well, lucky for us, huh?"
"That's right, baby," Ann said.
"I'm really in a hurry, I hope you don't mind too much."
"I don't mind at all, variety is the spice of life, you know and I like to have as many different guys as I can get."
"Do you?" Paul questioned disbelieving. After all, Ann only looked about eighteen or nineteen.
"Yeah, I do and when I see something I want, I generally go after it and chase it until it catches me, if you know what I mean."
"Well ..."
"In your case we didn't have time for any of these games so I had to be blunt, straightforward."
"Well, I'm glad you made that decision," Paul said.
"There was no other decision to make. I was just walking down the street, honey and I saw you standing against that building, looking so gorgeous ... so delicious ... so exciting and I knew, knew right then and there, that I had to have you. My twat started itching, started churning and I knew, knew right then that the more I would look at you the hotter I would get."
"Really?" Paul questioned.
"That's right, so I hope you don't mind. I hope you're not angry that I was so forward, so aggressive."
"I'm not," Paul said.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Most men don't like girls who are so straightforward and blunt, but I mean, after all, if I wasn't, how was I going to meet you, how was I going to get you?"
"That's right," Paul laughed.
"Now, I know that you're in a hurry. I know that you can't spend very much time with me. In fact, I guess it's just going to have to be a quick blow job, or something. But it's gonna be a good one. Like I said, I guarantee it. In fact, it's gonna be so good that you're gonna be calling me up and stopping by my apartment regularly."
"That would be great," Paul said.
"Well, great on your part. After all, I'm a model and I've got plenty of guys chasing my ass, trying to get it into bed."
"I'm sure you have," Paul said, observing the girl's luscious figure, thin, but attractive and seductive.
"Well, you see, I can afford to be selective and I hope that you meet my qualifications."
"What qualifications are they?" Paul asked.
"Well, most important of all is that you've got a big schwantz, a big hot poker in your pants."
"Oh, I'm not ashamed of it," Paul said.
"That's good, because the bigger it is, the better I like it. Now suppose I have a feel and see," Ann said, reaching for Paul's fly.
The idea of getting sucked off made Paul's prick jump to attention, especially when he thought about Ann doing it
"Are those lips as good as they look?" Paul asked and without giving her a chance to answer he pulled her against him and ground his own lips down hard against hers. He felt her lips open and his tongue dug down deeply into her throat. They were going at it, snake-like, letting their tongues slip in and out of each other's mouth, over and under each other's tongue and across their pearly white teeth and out again.
Paul let his hands roam down Ann's back and across her ass, which was extremely firm. A real groovy hump, he thought as he squeezed the rounded buttocks.
He pulled her in tightly against him and let her feel the hardness of his body, let her feel his thick cock pressed against her slender form. Then-Paul felt her shaking in his embrace.
She sure as hell is hot enough now, Paul thought He was certain that she'd soon be making him feel like a million.
"Oooh, ooh, enough of this shit," Ann said, pushing herself away from him.
"Why? What's the matter?" Paul questioned.
"Well, honey, if you keep up that nonsense you're just not going to get out of here with any quick blow job. You're gonna have to work out on my pussy because once I get hot ... I mean really hot, there's just no turning me off."
"Oh," Paul observed.
"Now, let me get a good look at that cock of yours," Ann said reaching over and flipping down his zipper, reaching in her long tapered fingers and pulling out Paul's rock-hard meat.
"Oooh," she cooed with delight, running her fingers back and forth the length of his shaft.
"You like?"
"Oh, baby ... that's eating stuff," she said, her fingers now fumbling with the belt of his pants, then the snap, then both hands concentrated on yanking them free ... tugging them down. In a few seconds Paul was naked from knees to waist and Ann lost no time in giving his cock her full attention.
She sank down quickly to her knees, her hands ran along the hair of his thighs as she positioned her mouth in front of his rock-hard cock.
Paul gently pushed his hips forward and Ann's open, waiting mouth took in the tip. Paul continued to add a little pressure, pushing it a little further into her mouth and letting her sample a little bit more of his manly pride.
The pleasure that shot through his body sent his head reeling and made his knees weak as Ann's lips clamped down tightly around the tip of his huge weapon, but then Ann suddenly pulled back and her mouth was gone.
With the loss of such intense pleasure Paul seemed to jolt forward, staring down at the kneeling woman. She was still at it though, letting her velvet smooth cheek rub down the length of Paul's cock, her pink tongue darting out snake-like and licking at his balls. She then allowed her hands to roam up over his stomach, onto his chest
"You have a beautiful, beautiful cock," she said, "really beautiful and I think I'm getting turned on ... more turned on with each second that I spend on it." Then she continued running her tongue up and down the side of his leg, making him shiver.
His aching prick, long, hard and pulsating, then returned to the moistness of her mouth. Paul couldn't stand all of this teasing crap. He was much too hot for this kind of playing around and wanted to get on with it
"Eat me, baby, eat that prick good. Make me shoot my load," Paul gasped his words hardly audible but their meaning was definitely clear.
Ann's tongue slipped out and licked all over his aching cock, filling it with saliva so that it would slide easily in and out of her mouth. Then she parted her lips and took his cock back into her hot cavern, sucking him as that hard joint penetrated further into her mouth.
She worked on it like an expert, allowing her tongue to swirl over the tip, her hot breath to fall on the sensitive flesh of Paul's loins and her hand running up and down the inside of Paul's thighs.
He was trembling, he was writhing with delight ... with ecstasy and he couldn't stand it much longer. The pleasure that Ann was causing raced throughout his body, made him come alive, made him vibrate with anticipation and Paul knew that he wasn't going to be able to contain himself, he wasn't going to be able to hold out for very long. The feeling was too intense.
Just as the sensations were reaching their high point Ann stopped all of her actions completely, stopped and moved back, leaning back on her haunches and looking up at Paul.
"It's no good, baby, absolutely no good."
"What's no good?" Paul snapped, too hot to reason, too hot to care, too hot to think about anything but getting his own rocks off.
"I just can't stand it, I don't remember the last time I felt like this, don't remember when my snatch was just twitching with excitement"
"What's that got to do with it?" Paul questioned.
"What do you mean, honey, I want you to know that us gals got feelings, too. We've got emotions, we've got the hots sometimes as bad as any of you big prick studs and I intend to see to it that I get my rocks off, too."
"Oh," Paul said, pouting.
"Now, honey, don't get like that. After all, it shouldn't be a one-sided adventure. I mean that would be stupid. That would be greedy, that would be not very gentlemanly-like."
The corners of Paul's mouth turned up into a smile as Ann got up off the floor, got from her knees and reached for the button that held her mini-skirt closed. A quick tug on her zipper and the tight-fitting garment fell to the floor, revealing a scant pair of lace panties and the longest, most graceful, most tapered legs that Paul could ever remember seeing. She was beautiful. It was no wonder that she was a model.
"I see that you like my legs, honey. Well, they're nothing compared to the rest of me," Ann said, undoing a few buttons and sliding out of her blouse. A second later she had removed her bra and was standing there clad only in her skimpy little panties.
"Beautiful ... really beautiful," Paul said, starting to unbutton his own shirt.
"Oooh, I can't stand the excitement, I can't stand the tension," Ann said, sliding her graceful fingers underneath her panties and probing into her cunt, stimulating her clit so that she'd be at about the same point that Paul was.
His rock-hard prick was standing straight out from his body as he tossed his jacket and shirt into a nearby chair. He didn't even bother to untie his shoes as he slid out of them and then out of his pants. He was too impatient, too wound up, too hot to care about anything but burying his shaft into the soft folds of Ann's pussy.
"Oh, hurry ... hurry up," she cooed, inching the lace panties down off her body.
Paul instantly saw the fine blonde down of Ann's bush poking out from the confines of the lace panties and he was getting wild with excitement.
At last Paul was naked and Ann slid the sexy panties down over her legs to the floor. She then slid one foot out and with the other she kicked the panties high into the air, catching them with a graceful arm and tossing them to Paul.
"What am I supposed to do with these, honey?"
"Why don't you smell them?" she said, looking very coquettish.
"Not a bad idea," Paul uttered, lifting the fragile garment to his nose.
He was greeted by the scent of some exotic perfume and seemed to be mingled with the odor of Ann's woman flesh-a delightful combination that turned him on all the more, that made him wild. It seemed that the subtle sophistication of the perfume and the appeal of her own snatch odor appealed to every part of Paul's personality, from his savage instincts to his lust and he couldn't wait to have her-couldn't wait to possess her body-to plow his huge hard-on deep into the sensitive folds of her cunt. In a second he was on top of her, squeezing her, pulling her tightly to him, easing her down onto a large sheepskin rub that had been used as a photographer's prop.
The curly fur of the rug felt good against their flesh and Ann lost all of her resistance.
"Take me, fuck me ... make me yours, you great, big stud."
"I'm gonna do just that"
"Good, hurry up though. I can't stand it any longer," she cried.
Paul reached down, taking his huge, hot poker and buried the tip of it at the entrance to her cunt A couple of movements of his hips and it sank all the way in, all the way to the hilt.
Ann wasn't at all uncooperative. She started to move her hips, to undulate them like a wild animal underneath him. Pretty soon the two of them were slamming against each other, their bodies rocking together in an instinctive lust.
Their passions were already high and soon the mounting pressures inside of them reached the limit and Ann shrieked out her release, sending her copious liquids down the length of her canal, lubricating Paul's shaft even more.
His last final plunges were violent and he finally exploded in a frenzy of sexual release.
"Oh, that feels good!" he screamed, filling her canal with the last drops of his come.
Paul jumped up, dressed quickly, took her name and address and returned to the boutique.