Chapter 3
I continued to stand before the mirror.
I reached down and pulled off the bottom of my pajamas, staring at my curly blonde pubic mound.
I felt fascinated, just standing there and admiring myself. I got to thinking about all of the kicks that I had missed during the course of time following my break-up with the young engineer.
It was high time, I realized, that I get out and so some living. Perhaps the affair with Larry was tragic in one sense, but it taught me a valuable lesson that I needed to learn in another sense. i
I badly needed a sex experience, even if it had to come about as a result of a foray in a young hospital patient's bed.
I got so itchy thinking about Larry and his big cock that the fingers of my left hand began to crawl slowly down toward my vagina. I toyed with my golden pussy hairs, letting my fingers move in a tantalizingly slow fashion against them.
The longer I touched my pussy hairs, the hotter I felt throughout my entire body. I kept on maneuvering my fingers around my snatch. I closed my eyes suddenly and imagined Larry's big cock before me, thrusting powerfully inside my mound.
After my fingers began to move against my vaginal walls, I determined that it would be best for me to go back to my bedroom.
I walked briskly into the bedroom, throwing myself in the middle of the bed. My ass-cheeks twisted back and forth, and my legs kicked out in front of me while I moved the fingers of my left hand down between my legs.
I let the fingers travel slowly up my ankles and thighs, imagining that Larry was there in the room with me.
Soon my fingers were finding the mark, moving with soft, exploratory movements against my pussy.
I kept up the pussy movements until I began to rock my body faster, allowing it to slide uninhibitedly back and forth.
I kept up the spirited movements until the juices exploded out of my snatch and into my hand.
I reached up and touched my forehead, discovering that it was wet with sweat. I had been very tense while I was masturbating. I was thinking about the sweeping changes that were coming over me.
I fell into a deep sleep, awakening to the sound of the incessant ringing of the alarm clock the following morning.
I got out of bed and fixed myself a quick breakfast, then drove to the hospital.
Larry dominated my thoughts, particularly visions of his huge penis.
I would be making a call to his room that day, and I was trying to brace myself in advance so I could resist him.
The morning moved slowly. I kept anticipating eagerly my visit to Larry's room. I would think about his cock, then do my best to convince myself it was wrong.
I finally entered his room, observing him lying beneath the covers. His eyes were closed, something that surprised me since generally he was up and around by that time.
"Larry, I'm here to look at you," I said.
He lay there without moving a muscle. As I walked closer to him, he opened his eyes and burst into laughter.
"Surprise! I just wanted to see if you would believe me," he said. "I see that it worked."
"You're a pretty convincing actor."
"I guess I am," he nodded. "But right now I'm not thinking about acting. I'm thinking about something else."
At that point he pulled back the covers, shocking me as he revealed his fully nude form. My eyes focused squarely on his hard dick.
"This is all for you, baby," he said in a sexy tone.
"Larry, please don't make me go through anything like that again."
"You mean to say that you were m misery over what happened between us ? "
"No, I wasn't. I enjoyed it."
"Then let's do it again. I want to take off that neat white uniform of yours. I want to get a chance to play with those black stockings. Then I want to fuck you."
"Oh no, Larry! It just isn't right!"
"like hell it isn't. When I feel something this strong in my cock, it's got to be right."
Larry took me totally by surprise, jumping out of bed and actively pursuing me.
He threw his arms around me, then delivered a searing kiss to my lips.
He ran his fingers eagerly through my hair while his lips continued to fervently press against mine.
Immediately my resistance gave way. I wilted under his magic spell, my body trembling as he continued to let his lips lock passionately against mine.
Eventually Larry released his lips from mine, and as he did so, he also removed his fingers from my hair.
The next move he made was to place his hands against the small of my back. I loved the strength of his fingers, as well as the extremely competent manner in which he utilized them.
As his fingers continued to press against me, he flipped his tongue forward, permitting it to enter inside my mouth.
The lip kiss had been erotically exciting, but the French kiss was pulsatingly overwhelming.
Our bodies began to rock and sway as he held me tighter. His arms locked securely around my body. I could feel his chest pressing firmly against my body while his tongue darted against mine.
I loved feeling his moist warmth against my own, as he kept up the searing pace, putting everything he had into every burning tongue movement.
Our tongues continued to spectacularly dart against one another as the activity flourished.
The wet stabs continued relentlessly for several minutes; finally Larry pulled his tongue from my mouth.
It was a good thing that he released his tongue when he did, since I had been out of breath for quite some time. In addition, my heart was pounding at the same frenzied pace that it had been the day before.
I knew at that point that he had me exactly where he wanted me. It wouldn't have made any difference what he suggested. I would have been willing to go through with it.
Larry slipped the fingers of his right hand toward the back of my uniform. He pursued the white buttons with great intensity, undoing them quickly. His pace was so rapid, in fact, that I cautioned him several times, fearing that he might tear my uniform.
He guided my body downward into the bed, then continued his efforts, pulling one of my arms out of the uniform, then the other.
He pried it from me with one swift tug, then began to concentrate his intentions on my black knit stockings.
He snapped the garter belt several times, then undid it, reaching underneath the stockings and running his fingers against them.
"I've dreamed of doing this for a long time," he laughed. "You've got such beautiful legs. I've got to touch them!"
After the initial fascination of touching the stockings wore off, Larry slipped his fingers against my ivory skin.
He touched the smooth crevices of my flesh, his cock hardening with a new eagerness.
He reached out and grabbed the stocking from my left leg, pulling downward on it, tugging in a swift fashion.
He finally removed the stocking, reaching out and clutching my thigh with the fingers of both hands.
"You're so firm," he sighed. "I really love touching you."
He let the fingers go to work on my other leg, playing with the garter, then sliding his fingers around inside the stocking.
He touched the black stocking a few times, then slid it down my legs, removing it.
He reached out this time with both hands, plunging his fingers sharply against my thighs. It stung a little, but I didn't mind it. He was overwhelming me with his fingers, and I loved every bit of it.
After his fingers plowed into my thighs several times, he slid his fingers down my legs toward my ankles. He squeezed them as well, then removed his fingers.
At that point he turned his attention squarely toward my breasts. He observed their jutting firmness, then let his fingers begin to toy with my pink nipples.
He touched the nipples with great sensitivity, allowing his fingers to maneuver over them ever so slowly.
"You've got gorgeous tits, and I know just how to excite them," he told me.
The next thing I knew, his long, anxious red tongue was beginning to dart against my left breast.
While it was making constant strides, he reached down with his fingers and began prying them against my buttocks. He squeezed the hot flesh around my firm ass-cheeks, and his tongue worked with authoritative skill against my breast.
He worked the tongue around every crevice of flesh, permitting it to slide on the smooth, yet firm, skin.
Once he succeeded in moving his tongue all around my breast, he moved it toward my nipple. He proceeded to give my nipple the once-over, letting his tongue stab against it with swift, effective strokes.
As he finished with my left breast, he quickly shifted his action to my right.
My body began to bounce up and down in the bed, and with my movements, the bedsprings began to jangle.
He continued clutching my buttocks, and that naturally turned me on all the more.
After he finished effectively applying his tongue to my breasts and nipples, he looked down at my blonde pubic mound.
The fingers of his right hand began to move with steaming grace against my pussy. He kept up his finger strokes for a short time, then proceeded to exercise his fingers more briskly against my mound.
He touched the warm, fleshy vaginal walls, precipitating moisture from them. The moment that he began to touch the pussy goo, he grinned broadly.
"I've already got you wet, and I haven't even worked up a sweat," he told me. "You stick with me, honey, and you can't help but get thrilled."
His fingers began to work more speedily than before, and as they made their way around every hot crevice of my snatch, I could feel the searing intensity mounting throughout my entire body.
My breasts shook with great conviction as T thoroughly enjoyed every stroke that his fingers were generating.
Suddenly he removed his fingers, letting his head drop down between my legs.
His fingers caressed and moved up and down my legs, clutching my thighs and legs alternately as he permitted his tongue to move cautiously against my hot mound.
I could see that this was just the start of things. He was warming me up with his tongue movements, getting me in the mood for some vaginal sucking.
His tongue moved slowly at first, exploring every passionate speck of pussy flesh, but he could not hope to contain the fires that were swelling within him and begging for release.
He worked his tongue with convincing skill against my box as the sucking tempo accelerated. All the while I lay back and enjoyed the action he provided.
Larry's fingers continued to clutch at my legs as he worked his tongue quickly against my mound. I could feel the sparks of excitement circulating throughout my whole body.
"Keep tonguing me," I encouraged. "Keep sticking your tongue into my box."
Larry's convincing tongue action continued as he worked me ever closer to a dazzling climax.
I could feel the electricity from my head all the way to my toes, even though it was focused in my pussy.
I finally heaved a loud sigh. My pussy exploded like a rifle shot.
The bed shook as if we were in the midst of an earthquake, and my buttocks continued bouncing up and down on the springs as I orgasmed.
"Go after me, Larry. Drink every delicious drop of me," I begged him.
His tongue continued working feverishly around my mound, licking at my pussy juices.