Chapter 8
Paula's pretended skin ailment was having a negative affect upon her husband. It has initially-started out with his showing concern. Within the time that had elapsed, his concern changed to irritation. Ralph was annoyed that she gave him little information concerning her condition. Answers to his questions were vague replies.
She had called the doctor several days after her visit to say that the condition had cleared up. In the meantime, she told her husband that she was still under care. When Ralph pressed her about seeing other specialists, she discouraged the suggestions. Paula told him that within a short time her condition would clear up and they could resume intercourse. Her deception was becoming a costly one. Her marriage was a ship floundering in dangerous waters.
At the beginning, there was communication between Paula and Ralph. Each day, their relationship was like a piece of rope, one strand at a time snapping. By the start of the second week, the last strand parted. So did their relationship!
Ralph's ritual of greeting his wife stopped. Several times he called her to say he would not be home early. He was employing his own subterfuge. His excuses ranged from sales conferences to entertaining special accounts.
Paula, involved with her own gratifications, was unconcerned with these developments. Ralph's role was that of a breadwinner. As long as she had shelter, food, and conveniences, there was nothing to worry about. If she knew what Ralph was doing in the evening hours, she might have felt differently.
After the first week of abstinence, Ralph became frustrated. He was also angry. A suspicious hint of some adulterous relationship crossed his mind. Was Paula being unfaithful to him? It didn't seem possible. He saw the ointment prescription with the label on it. That seemed legitimate enough.
He wanted to check further with the doctor but the tube of ointment had disappeared. Paula was evasive about the doctor who had treated her. Her reluctance to service him by hand or mouth bothered him more than anything else. In the past when they could not indulge in normal sex-relations, she masturbated or sucked him off. During the initial week, Paula had denied him these concessions. There was nothing left for him to do but to seek release for his sexual drives at some other source.
The first time Ralph called was on a Monday night. The start of the second week. He ate supper out and drove to a movies where a porno movie was playing. It was a means to kill about an hour. By that time it would be a little after eight. The singles bar would begin to fill up. There should be plenty of ass to pick up.
Ralph found the movie boring and was happy that his time-table made him leave. By the time he reached the bar and parked, it was almost eight-thirty.
Entering the bar, he saw it was crowded. Fate seemed to be frustrating him at every move. Most of the unattached girls would be taken. It was going to be difficult picking something up. He wasn't in the mood to walk the streets looking for some hooker. Paying money for tail was against his principles.
He finally found an unoccupied table and sat down. The waiter came over and took his order. While he waited, he took out a cigarette. Flicking up the cover of his lighter, he thumbed the emery wheel. It spun partially and the wick ignited. Ralph brought flame to the cigarette.
A soft feminine hand reached out to clasp his hand.
"Do you mind?" A sultry voice asked as a blonde-headed face tilted into his range of vision. He watched her as the flame lit her cigarette.
She had finely chiseled features capped by a page boy bob. Her eyebrows were plucked and penciled in. His eyes swept to the plunging neckline of her dress. No one could miss that! What a pair of boobs! She wore a bra that left nothing to the imagination.
The bra was a pair of slings that held her large conical tits up in token support. When she stood up, Ralph saw the tips pressing against the bodice of the dress. She was one step away from indecent exposure.
"Be my guest!" Ralph answered with an amused grin.
"Thanks!" she replied. Turning her head slightly aside, she blew out a cloud of smoke.
"Is this seat reserved?" she asked, sitting down alongside of him.
"It's yours now," he replied.
Ralph wasn't good at guessing women's ages. She was young. Not that young! Possibly a little older or about Paula's age. But she was stacked! She was built sexier than Paula!
He felt her knee pressing against his. Gazing down, he saw her nylon-sheathed leg peering out from the side slit in her dress. She was deliberately nudging his leg. A brick shipyard didn't have to fall on him. This was a pick-up in no uncertain way. The point was, how much was it going to cost!
"May I buy you a drink?" Ralph offered. The waiter had just appeared with his order.
She nodded. "Scotch on the rocks."
Ralph nodded agreement at the waiter.
"You know this is a pick-up!" she confessed. "My name is Urine, kid-sister to Irene. Ain't I a pisser! What's yours?"
He was surprised at her candor. He even liked her off-colored introduction. Her boldness impressed him. Even more amazing was her approach ! And price! If she was hustling, she wasn't going to be cheap.
She picked up her drink when the waiter brought it and held it towards him. "Here's to better days," she toasted, "and nights." Ralph waited for the big punch-line. The offer of sex for play. He was enjoying this little episode.
"You look like a real stud," she began. Here it comes, he said to himself!
"By the way, you didn't tell me your name," she said. "Which one of the seven dwarfs are you? Bashful, Dopey, or Sexy?"
Ralph laughed. "There was no Sexy."
She slapped the table in mock annoyance. "That's what was wrong with that story. No sex!" She smiled. "If you don't want to give me your right name, make up one!"
He shook his head as he laughed again. "You're a lot of laughs. I'm not bashful either. My name's Ralph. Seriously, what is your name? You may be a pisser, but it isn't Urine!"
She laughed back. "Nice to meet you, Ralph. My name is really Irene but I always use that little gag. I think it's funny." Her face grew solemn.
"Are you married?" she asked.
"Does it make a difference?" he answered.
"I'm looking for a married man. It's important!" she replied.
"How would you know the difference? I could be single and say I'm married. Then what?" he asked.
She smiled. "No! You're married!" she declared. "A single guy would have reacted differently to the question. You hesitated before you answered me. You became wary of the question," she explained.
"Okay! I confess! I'm married. Now what has that to do with you?" he wanted to know.
"I'm working on my master's. I'm doing a paper in Social Psychology. The sexual appetites of adulterous married men and their different methods of giving and getting satisfaction from the sex act. How would you like to help me?" she asked. "If I'm out of line, tell me. I'll look for someone else."
A look of incredulity covered his face and he shook his head in disbelief. "You're putting me on! I've heard of all kinds of stories. Most of the time, men come up with some crazy line. But this is the best one yet! How much is it going to cost me?"
She gave him a sharp look. His remark had offended her. "I'm quite serious, Ralph. You must think this is some kind of a gag. I have a room at the Conklin Hotel. I've been spending the week there on this entire project. All you have to do is co-operate."
"I still think you're putting me on!" Ralph said. "I'll tell you what!" he countered. "I don't know if all this jazz is real or not. But if you're still game, we'll go to some motel; no questions, no money, no nonsense. Just good old fashion sex and a good time!" he offered.
He didn't know whether she was giving him a story or not. In either case, he was willing to fuck her. But he wanted a neutral turf. Her suggestion of her hotel room might compromise him. A motel was safer. He was looking for some sexual indulgence to make up for the long time of denial. Ralph watched her face for some reaction to his offer.
She grinned at him. "I thought you would never get around to saying yes! Okay! Let's go, Ralph! Tonight, we're going to make history."
The drinks had been paid for when they were served. They got up and went outside to his car. Ralph headed away from the city towards a motel. He had heard of one that was very popular with the men in his place. That was one motel to avoid! Instead, he deliberately drove further out to find a place.
As they rode along, Ralph and Irene continued their little banter. His mind was on the evening's promise of what he would do to that gorgeous hunk of flesh sitting alongside of him. He spotted a lonely motel along the route. Pulling up to the front office, he got out and rented a room. He used a fictitious name when he signed the register.
Inside the room, Irene immediately closed the drapes. She turned and walked back to Ralph, her arms outstretched and open. He rushed to her, clasping her to him in a tight embrace. His mouth crushed her lips as his groin grounded against her body. Irene forced her own body against the burgeoning flesh in Ralph's crotch. His cock was rock-hard, eager to penetrate her tempting cousy. Ralph's hands slipped down to her buttocks and pressed her body more firmly against his.
Their partially opened mouths were welded together. Frantically, their tongues wrestled together in a lover's knot. Their teeth gently touched in a silent toast to the sex they were about to enjoy. They stood swaying, bodies fused, as they savored the sensual flavors of their mouths.
For several moments, Irene and Ralph held this pose. His hands felt the erogenous buttocks. The erotic kissing; the touch of her delectable ass against his hands; the grinding of her cunt against his hard-on; his sexual famine; all of these factors almost made him come in his pants. Reluctantly, he gently pushed her away.
"I think we should get a little more comfortable," he suggested. "Do you want to use the bathroom first?" he offered.
She shook her head. "I'm not the bashful type. Besides, I don't have to go."
Irene walked over to the lone chair in the room. There was a small table used to place luggage on. Ralph used that to put his clothes on. Hastily, he disrobed. In the meantime, he kept his eyes on Irene.
She reached behind her neck and unfastened the zipper. It took seconds to remove the dress she wore. The removal of her bra took less time. Her parity hose took just a few seconds longer.
Ralph licked his lips in anxious anticipation. The luster of his eyes betrayed the lust boiling within him. He studied her svelte figure. The large cone-shaped peaks of flesh tipped with twin ruby cherries. His eyes swept over the form that dipped to the curved hips and flared out slightly. Downward, his glance went, over the shapely legs. That was only temporary! His attention centered on the triangular patch of hair that nestled under the flat stomach. A real blonde! Muffs and cuffs to match!
She moved towards him, her eyes focused on his hard prick. Irene reached down and gently clasped it. "Mmmmm!" she murmured approvingly. "You got the equipment, Ralph!" she exclaimed. "I hope you know how to use it."
"Don't worry, baby! You'll find out soon enough!" he assured her. His hand embraced her shoulder and touched a tit. He guided her towards the double bed.
Irene stretched out on the bed. Ralph parted her legs and got on top of her. "Look, Irene," he started to explain, "I don't want you to think that I'm one of those quick bang guys. It's just that I haven't had any sex for a long time," he confessed.
"All you have to do is just whistle and I'll come. That's how hot I am! I haven't had any sex for a week. I'll pop my nuts as soon as I get in you.
"Believe me! I'll make it up to you. We have a few hours. It'll be better the second time around!" he promised.
"You go right ahead, honey. I understand these things. Just so long as I walk out of here satisfied too," she said.
His eagerly poised spear plunged into her cunt. He felt the friction against his cock as it moved into her lightly lubricated snatch. Irene wriggled her hips a little as he shuttled in and out of her cunt. Ralph made a half a dozen thrusts. He closed his eyes in exquisite pleasure.
A groan of ecstatic rapture rumbled in his throat. "Ohhhrrrr!" He shoved his body downward, burying his spasming prick into Irene's venereal vestibule. A tremor shook his body as he climaxed. His new found partner, embraced him lovingly. For the first time in a week, he had found satisfactory sexual release.
"Oh! I needed that! Thanks, Irene," he said. He hugged her. "Do you want to wait a while or is there something special you have in mind?"
She looked at him in mock solemnity. "I'm glad you asked me that!" Irene grinned. "You see, doctor, I've got this little tickle inside my cunt." She reached down and stroked it. "The only thing that helps is a good lapping."
Ralph frowned. "Why did you say it that way?" Irritation showing in his voice. Her routine seemed to be a parody of his wife's routine.
She looked puzzled. "Hey! What's with you? I was only kidding? What is it? You don't like doctors or eating pussy?" Her voice showed annoyance. "Look! If you're going to have some hang-ups, let's call the party off." She got up from the bed. "I thought you were a fun guy. I wasn't buying or selling anything. All I wanted was to get some kicks, balling! But if you're going to be a wet blanket.....! "
"No, no!" Ralph interrupted her, reaching out and catching her by the wrist. "I'm sorry, Irene," he apologized. "It's just I have a personal problem at home. Somehow, the way you said what you did shook me up a little." He grinned at her. "Besides, you can't leave until you get rid of that tickle."
Irene, restrained by his hand, listened to him. Her eyes appeared to be probing into his mind to see what his problem was. She answered his grin with a smile. "I figured you must have some kind of problem, the way you came. Okay, tiger, let's see you put something into my tank."
Returning to the bed, she stretched out, letting her feet dangle over the edge. Ralph knelt between her thighs, gazing at the blonde tuft of hair.
In a soft gentle massage, he rubbed his hands back and forth along her thighs. His hands would reach the crotch and then work down almost to the knees. As he did this, he gently kissed the hollows of her thighs, deliberately avoiding her eager pussy.
Slowly, he parted the hairy folds of skin. He studied the glistening folds of her dewy vulva and the moistened meatus. He moved closer and he saw the clitoral glans. He closed his mouth over her erogenous little button. With dexterous lingual ardor, Ralph lavished affection upon her clitoris.
Locating the seat of her pleasure, Ralph moved his hands to Irene's buttocks. His mouth made soft sucking sounds as he concentrated on that sensitive piece of flesh. He slipped his hands under her back, cupping her firm well-shaped bottom in his palms. Squeezing the fleshy ass, he relished the contact.
Irene squealed in muted tones. "Yoooo! Yoooo!"
Ralph let his hand glide into the valley between the full ass-cheeks. His finger found the brownish puckered hole. Irene's body jerked as his finger penetrated her hole. He used his forefinger for her ass. Ralph's thumb was moving as far as it could go into her wet cunt.
Alternately, the fingers frigged her holes while his mouth continued to tantalize her clitoris.
"Oh, you bastard!" she murmured in an appreciative exclamation. "Where the hell did you learn that little trick? Boy, you know how to turn a woman on! I've already had two orgasms, I think!"
He enjoyed her acknowledgement of approval. The fingers maintained the erogenous massages. At Irene's request, he discontinued the ass-frigging. She wanted something more substantial in her snatch. He pushed two fingers in and started a digital simulated fuck.
She arched her ass off the mattress and bounced it back, repeating the movement over and over. "Man! It's like a roller coaster ride!" she exclaimed. "I can feel that big come ready to rocket downhill any minute," Irene said.
Her arched back would remain suspended for a moment while she wriggled her hips frantically. As if to shake loose the orgasm building up within her! Then, she would repeat the forward and backward thrusts.
"Here it comes, Ralphie, here it comes!" she exclaimed.
He quickened the pumping slide of his two fingers. His fingers were getting wetter from the increased vaginal salivation. Ralph's tongue was playing a lingual leap-frog over Irene's clitoris. His mouth sucked harder. She announced in a hoarse shout the onset of her orgasms. He knew seconds before her voluptuous exclamation. Her come was pouring all over his fingers.
"WOWIE!" Irene shouted. "Here it commm-MMMMESSSSS!"
Her pelvis rocked in violent motions. Ralph continued to frig her cunt with his fingers.
"Ssshhh!" he warned her. "Do you want to get us thrown out for making too much noise?" He took out his dampened fingers and replaced them with his mouth. The flattened blade of his tongue slipped into her flooded quim. Her hands fitted over his head pressing him into her crotch.
She continued to emit little moans of pleasure while his tongue attempted to extract the erogenous nectar pouring down. Irene sighed in contentment. "It's not so much how you suck, it's the way you do it," she told him. "I hope you can use that thing hanging between your legs just as good!"
Ralph knew what she was talking about. His cock had been rejuvenated by the salacious activity. He was eager to fuck her while he had the hard-on. Irene's suggestion saved him the problem of asking her. He didn't want to appear too aggressive. There was also the uncertainty of whether she was ready to engage in a fuck so quickly after the orgasm she had.
Her reaction saved him the trouble of finding out. He lay alongside her, eager to enjoy a real fuck.
Irene reached out for him. "Let's do this one right this time. The last time, you fucked it up!" she joked.
He drew her into his arms as they lay on the bed side by side. Her huge conical tits stabbed into his chest. Their mouths opened to accept the lingual emissaries. Their tongues bumped together in a game of tag.
Ralph reached out and caught her tit in the palm of a hand. Slowly, his hand glided from the full roundness of the base down towards the pointed tip. The ball of his thumb and forefinger gently pinched the rigid nipple. In a gentle grinding motion, he rubbed back and forth over the stiff node.
Irene's hands were also playing little sexual tricks. She cradled his balls in the palms of one hand. Her other hand moved in a light caressing stroke up and down the fleshy shaft.
They continued the little foreplay for several minutes. Her manual movements were just right. Light enough to keep his cock rampant and his libido at pitch. Not firm enough to induce an orgasm.
His hand drifted down to her cunt. It was still a little damp. The temporary intermission had begun to dry up the orgasmic juices that had welled up in Irene's box.
Ralph shifted his attack to her tits and continued to gently rub her pussy. His lips closed over her luscious tit. Mentally, he compared his wife's tit to Irene's. Both tits were ample, exciting, and erotic. Yet, Irene's tits, because of the conical shape, seemed more attractive. More exciting also, especially the way they were pointed. The tits were the same, and yet, not the same! What mattered to Ralph was not the question of which tit was the better one! The issue was that he was getting laid! And if it couldn't be Paula, then he had to get the next best thing.
Right now, Irene was the next best thing! And he was going to enjoy every minute of it.
Languidly, they continued to massage each other's genitals. Ralph, stroking her cunt. Irene, gently caressing his stiff prick. His mouth filled with saliva as he sucked heavily on her tit. She exhaled a pleasurable sigh. Leaning her mouth against his ear, Irene blew softly into it.
A voluptuous erotic chill made his body shiver. Paula had never acted this way with him at her best moments. Irene blew another puff of warm breath into her ear. Another shiver raced along his spine.
In the same sultry voice she used when they first met, she whispered, "When do we start the real thing?"
He rolled over on his back. "Right now!" he answered. "You ride on top," he told her. "I get to use my hands and you do all the work. I find this way comfortable for both people."
"Don't give me that story," she chided him jokingly. "You're too lazy. But don't worry, I'll make you work."
She squatted over his weapon. Lowering herself slowly, Irene rubbed her twat against his fleshy sword. Ralph was her knight in shining armor. He plunged his sword past the portals of her temple of love, ready to pledge his fidelity at her shrine.
Irene rested astride his hips like some fleshy saddle. Her snatch had imbedded the pommel of that fleshy saddle deep within her. He brought up his knees and she rested against his drawn up legs. She leaned slightly forward, resting her palms on his hips. Gazing into his face, she smiled.
"Okay, lover!" Irene said, "when does the action begin? It's July now. If you don't get any spring in your ass, we're gonna be here until fall!"
Ralph laughed. He reached up, catching a tit in each hand. Gently, he kneaded the nipples with his fingers.
"No fair!" Irene protested mildly. "You're getting me hot and you're not moving your ass. I'll fix you!" she threatened.
Ralph felt her contracting her vaginal muscles. It was a soft squeeze. It sent a little tremor through his body. First, the gentle squeeze as the muscle tightened over his cock. The quick release. Then the repeated contraction! Now, why in the hell couldn't Paula learn to do things like that!
"Oh, you little bitch!" he exclaimed in playful admonition. "So that's your little game! Just for that, I'm going to make you beg me to stop!"
"Stop!" Irene answered in disbelief. "You haven't started yet! Go ahead, lay on McDuff and woe to him that cries enough!"
"My name isn't McDuff! And we can do without Shakespeare! Don't worry about laying! Here I go, ready or not!" he said.
Ralph dipped his hands down to her furry pudenda. He parted the hairs to locate her clitoris. Finding it, he started to massage the stiff fleshy papule. Exerting some effort, he started to fuck his rider. His back arched up as he drove his prick deep into Irene's snatch.
"It's your ball, now!" he told her. "You're the quarterback! You make the plays!"
He kept his eyes fastened on her face. Her head was tilted slightly back. The eyes were closed in blissful appreciation. An increase in breathing flared the nostrils as she breathed heavily. Irene's mouth opened partially as she sucked in air. Her tits bounced up and down in an erotic dance as her respiration increased.
Ralph watched her expressions of approval. He could almost feel the voluptuous thrills that she was experiencing. A sort of lascivious transfusion that seeped from her body into his.
"Ummm, Umm!" Irene moaned in an approval of the clitoral stimulation. "There goes that damn roller coaster up the hill!"
Her body rose up and down on his cock. Ralph felt her ass-cheeks rubbing against his thighs as she wriggled in ecstatic delight. Irene's pelvis would go back and forth. On the forward thrust, she came down hard. Her hips would wriggle, lasciviously squirming.
Ralph felt the head of his cock bang against the fleshy wall deep in her vagina. From time to time, on the upstroke, Irene would flex her vaginal muscles, squeezing his cock in that delicious contraction. His fingers continued to stimulate her enflamed clitoris.
"Ummmm! Ummmm!" she moaned. The sounds of her aroused sensuality were becoming rapid and intense. "Oh! That's good! Any minute now! It's coming, it's coming! WOWIE! Here it COMMMMESSSSS!"
Irene's ass bounced up and down in a violent springing movement. As her body rose, Ralph arched his hips, driving upward into her cunt. He shifted back as she thrust downward. The motion of her cunt rubbing up and down his prick violently, created friction. The friction caused a spark!
His cock was a fuse. The spark ignited it. Once lit, it traveled rapidly to the powder keg, his scrotum. Deep within his balls, he felt the explosion. The explosion in the guise of an orgasm that burst through his shaft. It was an eruption of effusive sperm shooting upward into Irene's cunt.
Ralph felt the downpour of her orgasms. His spasming cock was so sensitive that he felt the orgasmic contractions of Irene's climaxes throbbing against it.
First came, the thick heavy spurts of come out of his cock. Gradually, the force of the contractions diminished as well as the outpourings. Irene's crotch was tightly pressed against his cock. She remained in that position, her breathing labored, her eyes closed in appreciative ecstasy.
Ralph was also spent, although his effort wasn't as great as Irene's. His head rested on the pillow. He had his eyes closed also to savor the sensual thrill of the orgasm. Twice within a half an hour, he had shot a load. The second time was better than the first. After a week's absence from sex, Ralph knew that he would never do it again. If Paula wouldn't fulfill her marital obligations, then he would seek sexual pleasure elsewhere.
like tonight! Perhaps, he could establish some kind of a liaison with Irene. That all depended upon her! He didn't need much coaxing!
Her body fell against his. Her unexpected movement startled him for a moment. His eyes had been closed and he was unaware of her forward movement. Ralph's cock had softened and slipped out of her dampened cunt with a slight moist pop.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, "go find some other place to collapse. Not on me. I have my own problems."
She looked at him. "You cheated!" she accused him in an exhausted voice. "I did all the work!" she pouted, pretending the disappointed mood.
"If you did all the work, who rubbed your clitoris?" he asked. "Besides, half the fun is in coming."
Irene rolled off of him. "How about a smoke?"
Ralph got up and padded over to his jacket. He took out a package of butts and his lighter. Placing two cigarettes in his mouth, he lit them. Returning to the bed, he took one of the cigarettes from his mouth and handed it to her.
"Thanks," she said. She took a deep drag and exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke.
"Don't misunderstand what I'm going to tell you, Ralph. I've been fucked by a lot of guys. Some of them damn good! I've also been fucked in a lot of positions and weird places. But this is one position, I never tried," she confessed. "And let me tell you, Ralphie, baby, this was the best piece of ass I ever enjoyed.
"Don't let it go to your head! I didn't say you were a great cocksman. Although you've enough to satisfy any woman! And there's nothing special about that position. It's just that a lot of guys aren't disposed to using it." She took another drag on the cigarette.
"I'm glad you feel that way," Ralph answered. "Thanks for the compliment. I try to please. How are chances for us to get together again? I'd like to see you again; maybe, have dinner out together."
She flicked an ash off the tip into an ashtray. Her eyes studied him for a moment.
"Is this the first time you ever strayed away from the hearth?" she asked.
He wondered whether she was doing that psychological bit on him again. As he contemplated whether to lie or not, Irene held up her hand.
"Uh, uh!" she wiggled a finger. "You're thinking of telling me that you've been unfaithful a lot of times. You forget I have that certain intuition !
"Naw! You're a pretty straight john. You're the average good-natured husband. I don't know what made you come into that bar looking for ass. I don't even want to know. Our relationship doesn't allow me to pry. Frankly, I don't care. I like you! That's why I'm going to give you a good piece of advice."
Irene paused and took another drag on the cigarette.
Ralph was surprised at what he was hearing. He hadn't expected this little lecture. All he wanted was a yes or no to his inquiry about a further liaison. He was a little annoyed by her remarks. She was giving him a sermon but his curiosity was piqued. Even a clock that's stopped is right at least twice a day. She might impart some pearls of wisdom to him even though he might disagree or disliked what he heard.
She continued. "Don't get yourself involved with women like me," Irene advised him. "It can only buy you grief. Once you get involved, you wind up with a lot of problems. I won't go into all of them. I figure you're smart enough to see all the pitfalls.
"I know a lot of guys hate to pay for ass! I'll bet you're one of them! But there are a helluva lot of more guys that do buy ass than don't! You know why?" She didn't wait for him to answer.
"Because the best kind of a deal is find them, fuck them, and forget them! No entangling alliance that mess up your life. Also, you'll wind up getting more kicks from a whore. If you have a hang-up that your wife don't dig, some hooker will ... for a price!
"Don't look so shocked! Your hang-up doesn't have to be anything too way out! Maybe you like a good blow-job and your wife don't dig that scene! Whatever! Dig?"
Ralph liked this woman who picked him up. She was very frank and honest! There was merit in her words.
"All right!" he conceded. "Maybe you're right! But you haven't answered my question. Okay! So we don't have any entangling alliances! How about dinner some time in the future and another cozy get together like tonight?" There was a gentle plea in his question. He was hoping she would say "yes."
Irene gave him a wistful smile. She stubbed the cigarette out in the tray with a vicious twist.
"Okay! Maybe some time we'll meet again in the bar!" she said. "If the mood is right and the time of the month coincides, maybe! One more piece of advice.
"Don't ever beg for sex! That's your problem, Ralph. Let's go back to where you picked me up. We'll have a nightcap. You know! One for the road! After that..., " she shrugged her shoulders, "who knows?"
"How about one more session ? " Ralph asked.
She looked at her wristwatch. "Uh, uh!" she refused. "If I hurry, I can get home before my husband does."