Chapter 3
"Well, hello. I think I'm in love."
The voice was deep and masculine. Laurie felt a quickening of her pulse as she gazed around and found herself looking into dark smoldering eyes. The man speaking to her was smiling and she automatically reached for her drink. She took a good look at him as she sipped her drink. Craggy features. Great eyes. Nice smile. Altogether very sexy looking.
"Hello," she said softly.
He stood over her, ignoring the empty barstool next to hers. "I'll have a scotch straight up," he said to the bartender. "You're the prettiest thing I've seen in here in ages."
"I'm ... I'm Laurie Stanford."
"Greg Johnson."
He finally sat down next to her and his eyes shifted from her face to her legs. "You don't mind if I keep telling you how pretty you are?"
She blushed. "How could I?"
At her second session with Dr. Abel she had promised to go out to a bar and pick up the first man who approached her. She had only been in the bar about ten minutes when this wildly attractive man began flirting. Now her fingers shook as they chatted.
The bar was in a downtown office building. Everyone seemed to know everyone else. Laurie had been terrified about coming here alone, but now it seemed that she was coupled off with the sexiest man in the place.
"Do you work around here?" he said.
Laurie realized he thought she was a single working girl and she tried twisting her wedding ring off. "I'm sort of between jobs," she said.
He took her hand. "Married?"
She reddened. "Yes."
"Me too. That's good. Puts us on an even footing. What are you doing when you leave here?"
He was smiling pleasantly and showing perfect white teeth, but his eyes never left her legs.
"I guess I'll go home."
"I mean in the next few hours, not later. Don't answer that. I'll make the decision for you. Right now, how about another drink?" He snapped his fingers at the bartender and ordered another round.
"Just one more," Laurie said primly. She gazed from the bartender to Greg and shook her head. "I guess I'm not very good at this."
"I don't know what you mean but whatever it is you're good at it, believe me."
When their fresh drinks arrived, he grasped her arm and expertly guided her to an empty booth.
"This is better," he said. "Now tell me all about yourself."
She gulped her second drink while she spoke in generalities. She steered the conversation away from marriage and mates and before she knew it an hour had passed.
"I guess you have to get home to your wife soon," she said.
"My wife and I are separated. I don't have to go anywhere except where you want to go."
"Where I want to go?"
He bent down and kissed the tip of her nose. "I was hoping you'd want to come to my place. We could have some dinner brought in and maybe ..." His voice trailed off.
Laurie was so unaccustomed to picking up men, her heart pounded. "Me, go to your place with you?" she said.
He raised an eyebrow. "That's the general idea, isn't it?"
"I ... I don't know."
He shook his head. "I don't know what to make of you."
"I guess I'm giving you a hard time." This wasn't going right somehow.
"Listen, I like you." His eyes bore into her cleavage. "I noticed you right away and I watched you awhile before I came over. And you've got class, honey. Class and brains. And you're here and so am I and we're both lonely."
"But as you noticed I'm married and I'm not separated from my husband."
He touched her cheek. "Oh, baby, you're so damn exciting."
Before she could object he dropped some bills on the table, led her out of the bar and into the motel next door.
"I'm living here for the time being," he said.
Be open to strangers, Harry had said. Trust your instincts and let your body enjoy itself.
His room was neat and sparsely furnished. There was a color elevision, a king-sized bed and a dresser and chair. There was a small refrigerator and he mixed drinks while she settled into the one lounge chair.
"I want you, Laurie," he said, handing her a drink and sitting on the bed near her.
"I know," she whispered.
He gulped his drink. "If you know it, how come you're still dressed?"
"I don't know." She had trouble meeting his eyes, but when she did they were so sweet she melted.
"I never thought I'd meet anyone like you," he said.
"Oh, I'm not that unique."
"Untrue. You're not only beautiful, you're sweet. And I don't give a damn that you're married. I admire you for your courage. Not too many women admit they need more than one man."
"But I-"
"Don't say it. I respect you. Honest I do." "But you picked me up. How could you respect me?"
"I think you're beautiful." His eyes went from her cleavage to her legs. "And I'll bet you have exciting tits." He grinned and his eyes narrowed. "Even with your clothes on they look lovely."
Pulling back, she touched her chest. "Oh my." Being with Buddy had been so easy. But this was different. She felt out of control and frightened.
Greg's gaze shifted to her legs and she suddenly realized she was showing him a lot of thigh. "You're lovely all over, aren't you?" he said.
"Yes ... no ... I don't know." She giggled uncontrollably. "You've got me so confused."
He moved closer and took her hand. "Do you like me?"
She tried pulling her hand away. "Yes, you're very nice."
"Just nice?"
"Very nice."
"Nice enough to fuck?"
She blanched, remembered Harry's words, and forced herself to look at him. "Maybe nice enough to fuck."
He grinned and the throbbing between her legs extended to her tits. "I'm making progress," he said.
She gulped her drink. "I guess you must know I was in the bar because I wanted to meet someone."
"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. S and M? Bondage? I don't dig kinky sex, but I'll do it for you, baby."
"I don't know what S and M is and the thought of bondage scares me," she giggled. "That's not what I'm looking for."
"Money? Are you selling it." He reached into his pockets. "I'll pay if I have to. I really want to fuck you."
"I'm not a hooker," she hiccupped.
"I wouldn't care if you were."
"Put your money away, silly," she said.
He took her glass and set it on the table. "Let's get naked and get into bed."
His smile was warm and friendly, but his eyes still smoldered. She glanced around. "I'm new at this," she said.
He took her hand and pulled her up from the chair. "I could fuck you with your clothes on, but I might tear something."
He kissed her lips lightly. Her pussy moistened. She waited for more and he seemed to sense it because he laughed.
"Do you want me to undress you?"
"No," she said quickly.
He chuckled. "Because I'm very good at it." He backed her against the dresser. "But I'm even better when you're stripped. Oh, baby, don't try to get away now. I can't stick my cock into your sweet pussy if you keep wiggling around like that."
"But I . . ." she stammered.
His hands were all over her and he was kissing her neck and ears and throat. "Come on, beautiful. Stop teasing me." He kissed her with his tongue and fumbled with the buttons on her blouse.
"Yes, take my clothes off," she said, slipping her tongue into his mouth. "Oh, baby."
When her blouse was off, he pushed her bra straps down. Her tits bounced free and he touched them tenderly and lovingly.
"They're even more beautiful than I imagined." Bending down, he licked the puckered tips of her nipples.
She unzipped her skirt and pushed it down. Fortunately Jerry was working late again and she didn't have to be home for hours.
"Take everything off," Greg murmured, nibbling her tits and brushing his moist lips on the heavy underside.
"I will," she breathed.
In a moment she stood before him, naked and lovely and proud of her beauty. He stared at her so intently she blushed.
"Now you," she whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I want to see you too."
Leaning over, he kissed her lightly on the lips and began undressing. Laurie was confused by the intensity of her feelings. Here was a stranger she had never seen before and might never see again. And yet she felt closer to him at this moment than she felt to her own husband.
Suddenly it was important that she please him. I want to be the best fuck he's ever had, she thought. Yes, that's the truth. I want to be the best fuck of his life.
"What are you thinking?" he said as he stood before her naked.
She flushed prettily. "Nothing really." His cock was inches from her face. She had difficulty breathing.
"Come here," he said, pulling her to her feet and kissing her. "If it will make you feel any better I feel it too."
"Feel what?" His lips crushed hers and his chest imprisoned her tits.
"You know," he said, moving his big hands to her ass.
Suddenly he stepped back. His cock swayed like a club. It would be wonderful having that thing in her. Oh, how she wanted it!
"Do you like my cock?" he said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, yes."
He stood with his arms hanging at his sides. "Get on the bed then."
She sank down on the bed and waited. "I'm ready," she said, her voice quavering. "Fuck me, please."
"Oh, baby!"
She was prepared to feel his cock slashing into her. But first he used his tongue on her tits and throat and lips until she was weak. His tongue and lips sent shivers up and down her spine.
His hands caressed and fondled her expertly, but, oh, his tongue! He kissed her boobs and licked them all around. Finally he worked his way down her belly to her beaver and from there to the wet split between her thighs.
She almost wept when he kissed her gash and she spread her legs to give him more room. This was even better than Harry and Buddy. This was heaven.
"Oh, baby, you're so sweet and tasty," he said. "Oh baby, I want to fuck you so bad."
He was licking her pussy now, using his tongue like a paint-brush. She quivered and moaned and lay passively while he turned every nerve-ending in her body to jelly.
Suddenly he paused and she opened her eyes. She realized then she'd been muttering obscenities and she blushed.
"I don't know what came over me."
He stared at her unsmiling. His cock was big, almost lethal looking. His eyes darted from her tits to her cunt and then to her face.
"You really are beautiful," he said. He wrapped his fingers around his prick. "You're not scared of this thing, are you?"
"Oh, no. I want it." She blushed again. I must sound like a frustrated old-maid, she thought. She forced herself to stop staring at his cock.
He tousled her hair. "When are you going to touch it?" As he spoke he lowered his head and kissed the middle of her cunt-bush.
"You keep doing that to me," she giggled weakly.
He frowned. "You haven't even touched me yet."
"It's not that I don't want to . . ."
"Oh, baby, I love shy women," he said, nuzzling her tits and licking her rosy nipples.
"Let me touch you," she said, reaching for his prick.
"Squeeze it, baby," he said, dragging his tongue from her boobs to her belly. "Oh, baby, I'm going to suck your pussy awhile."
Suddenly he was crouching over her, pulling her legs apart as if she were a plucked chicken. A twinge of excitement shot through her as he began licking her pussy.
He thrust his index finger into her cunthole while he licked all over her smooth inner thighs. A wild tremor swept over her and she rolled her head to the side to avoid his eyes.
"Keep blushing like that, it turns me on," he said.
"Oh, God!" she yelled.
He lifted his head. "Are you okay?"
She grabbed his head and pushed it back down. "Keep sucking."
They laughed and then he was between her thighs again, licking away at her snatch. He vibrated his tongue over her clit and sucked the juice from her hole.
He continued moving his finger in and out of her cunthole. She writhed her ass and moaned continually. "Please, Greg, fuck me," she cried.
"Oh, baby!" Crawling over her, he supported himself on one elbow as he guided his prick toward her cunt.
She almost came when his cock touched her pussy. She arched her back and welcomed him inside her and she climaxed.
"Oh, yes!" she wailed, biting his arm as the spasms shook her.
"Jesus, you're a hot one," he said.
She wrapped her legs around his back and felt his balls on her ass. "You don't know what this means to me," she said.
"Hey, baby, you don't know what it means to me," he grinned.
How different he was from Jerry! When Jerry fucked her, he came before she had a chance to get started. Now that she knew what ecstasy was she had no intention of giving it up.
She babbled incessantly as they fucked. Greg changed positions several times, but she loved when he landed on top again.
"You like when a guy takes charge, don't you?" he said.
"Yes, I love it."
"I'm not giving you all of it," he said. "Should I push the rest of it in?"
"Yes, give me all of it," she said. "Please, stick it all the way in."
Now he drove his prick into her pussy in a frenzy. Her arms encircled his neck and held him while he thrust.
"It's so good, Greg," she said. "So good.
Oh, darling, keeping doing that! I love the way you fuck. Can we do it again? Can we meet again?"
"Oh, baby," he panted.
She felt his hot breath on her neck as he pistoned his prick in and out of her gash. She felt him stiffen and then twitch as he came and when his jism erupted into her she came too.
When he collapsed on top of her, she stroked his back and kissed his shoulder. She breathed deeply, tingling from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
This is the way sex is supposed to make you feel, she thought. She hugged this stranger who lay on top of her and kissed his his damp forehead.
"I can go on now," he breathed, raising his head. "Do you want some more?"
She stared at him unblinking. "Of course."
His cock was still inside her. It had wilted, but when he began thrusting it immediately stiffened.
"Oh, Greg, I never met anyone like you before," she said.
"You love it, don't you?" he said. "You love being fucked like this."
"Oh, yes," she managed to say. "Oh, yes, you're all the way in me now. Oh, yes, do it faster, please."
He began fucking her faster and soon his balls were slapping her ass and his cock was splitting her in two with every thrust.
When he came, his cock jerked wildly inside her. She clawed at him as she convulsed and collapsed under him.