Chapter 2
A NEW ENCOUNTER....
As Ingrid folded the dress carefully over the back of a chair in Carl's comfortable, well furnished apartment, he stared in open admiration and more than little anticipation.
The black nylon panties engaged in a thrilling wrestling match with a firm, well rounded pair of buttocks as she bent.
The panties were almost sheer. Just enough so that he saw the shadow of the valley between the lush hills. He knew his hands would explore that curved landscape in a little while, but he was content to let his eyes do it for the time being.
Below the panties, silken white thighs contrasted just nicely. They were long and beautifully shaped. He picked up the next contrast where the expanded tops of dusky nylons caressed the thighs.
Carl was glad she wore a garter belt rather than a girdle. He had found that out earlier while they danced. It was then too that he found out she wanted to play the bed game as much as he did.
Once that had been established, there was a delightfully adult candor about the way they agreed it was time to go to his place. Always the gentleman, Oarl asked whether she would prefer to go to her apartment, but she told him there was a roommate. Neither of them needed an audience.
Just then, Ingrid turned around and confirmed the quick opinion he had formed from a quick glance as she pulled the dress over her head.
The black bra bulged just right. The goodies it contained would be warm and smooth in his mouth. He hoped they would be as firm as they looked.
"You're not a very good host, Carl," she teased him with a smile. "How so?"
"What are you doing with all those clothes on? Are you trying to make me feel self-conscious?"
"Not a bit. I was just so busy enjoy the unveiling that I couldn't bring myself to do anything else."
"Then get with it, lover man. This is as far as the unveiling goes for a while."
Laughing, Carl began to get out of his clothes. The business of getting dressed was always a nuisance as far as he was concerned. Taking clothes off under the watchful gaze of a beautiful woman was another matter.
"Hey, stop," she called when nothing remained but his jockey shorts.
"Why? Are you shy?" This time it was his turn to tease with a smile.
"I'll show you how shy I am in a little while. I'd just like us to stay this way while we have another drink. It gives me kicks."
"Lady, anything that gives you kicks is just fine by me."
Slipping an arm around the firm waist, he walked her to the bar. As they reached it, his hand moved down to stroke the taut nylon of her panties and feel the round, firm cheek.
"Anything that gives me kicks, Carl?" she asked with a smile that was all passion.
"Anything. If you can think of anything I haven't enjoyed doing, I'll learn it."
"Ooh, this is going to be good, Carl. Please humor me. I'd like to drink and talk about exciting things until I start to go out of my skull. Then I'll want you to undress me and ride me all the way to the stars."
It was obvious that she liked what she saw in the bulging front of his shorts. Her hand stroked it with a loving motion.
"Do you want me to keep my garter belt and nylons on when we do it?" she asked with a frankness that managed to surprise him a little even in view of all that had been said so far.
"I'd like it better that way. I like the look and feel of nylons when a woman's legs kick as she gets wound up."
"Are' you going to get me wound up? Tell me about it. I love to hear the words."
She stood facing him with the drink in her left hand, her legs spread wide, feet firmly braced.
"After I do a million other things to you, Ingrid," his voice was low but rich with passion, "I'm going to kiss you like you've never been kissed before."
Just to make sure she understood, his hand moved between her thighs to rub the warmth of the narrow strip of nylon. He felt her body tremble, felt her press and rub against his hand.
"Not just a little kiss, Carl. Some men act brave, but just when the mouth starts to feel good, they take it away. That's mean."
"Not just a little kiss, Ingrid." His hand pressed again. "I won't stop until you scream." As if to make very sure she understood he moved his tongue out between his lips.
"Oooh, Carl," she panted, "I'm getting there too fast. I won't be able to hold on much longer."
"If the first one is too fast, the second will be slow and easy. Don't fight it."
Carl saw the last of the drink splashing in her glass as her hand shook.
"Finish your drink," he told her.
While she did, Carl downed the rest of his and put the glass down on the bar. Doing the same with her glass as he took it from her hand, he led her into the bedroom. He had enjoyed playing her game, now they were going to move into high gear.
Ingrid allowed him to sit her on the bed. Standing between her parted thighs, he reached around to unfasten her bra. As he did, he felt impatient hands tugging his shorts down.
As he looked, he saw the pink tongue licking her lips as they opened wide. A tremor jarred his body as she filled her mouth with him.
The bra fell away and the pink tipped goodies bounced out firm and luscious as he had known they would be. His hands gripped them as he pushed her down onto the bed on her back.
Even lying in that position, the breasts didn't fall flat as most women's did, he noted. Carl liked that. He liked a lot of things about her and he was about to bare the rest of them.
When she felt his hands gripping the waistband of her panties, she raised her body. The nylon peeled away with a sigh. He stripped them down off her legs which were already kicking and tossed them aside not caring where they landed. It was no time for neatness.
Their arms wrapped around each other then and their mouths met in a moist, tongue lashing kiss that sent out wave after shattering wave of passion through them both.
When his mouth moved from hers, it traced a wet line downward until it closed over a firm nipple. She gave a little cry and her body heaved. He took more of the silken hill into his mouth and listened to the sucking sounds that resulted. She heard them too and obviously liked the music he was making.
His hands were busy too and when they found her thighs parted wide, his mouth began to move again and a new line of moisture was traced downward over the swell of her belly, through the tangled foliage of her femininity and into the hot, moist depths between her trembling thighs.
Ingrid cried out at the first contact of his mouth, cried more loudly as she felt his probing, greedy tongue, and moaned all the way through it as he made louder, more exciting sucking sounds.
Her next cry came from a million miles inside and it was clear to Carl that he had carried her right through a burst of stars. Withdrawing his tongue, he kept his mouth pressed to her and his hands rubbed her body lightly as breath returned to her lungs.
He was more than ready and he carried his erect urgency to her as their bodies came together. With a long, slow push, he buried himself into the warmth of her body. She was neither loose or tight, just a warm woman who wanted what he wanted to share with her.
They rocked and pounded through the wild choreography of lust as their bodies strained to slam harder and harder. Carl had been trying to hold himself back and was losing control when he felt her explode into her second climax.
He stroked quickly then and joined her. When it happened, it was one of those good ones. For a few seconds, there was that delicious feeling of death as his body jerked against hers.
Their cries and moans and gasps mingled with their sweat. As they moved against each other, their wet skin made little squeaking sounds and they laughed.
"Oh, Carl. That was great. That was the greatest. I'm raw and throbbing."
"That's the way it should be, baby, and I intend to keep it that way until we both collapse."
"After that, you really will be able to do it a-gain?"
"Never fear, Ingrid baby, we'll do it again. That body of yours and the way you use it inspires me. I may even find a couple more before the night is over."
"If they're in there, lover man, we'll find them. I don't intend to let you keep a thing."
There was no regret on the part of either as he pulled his spent body out of her and curled up beside her.
"Man, how you've changed," she laughed as she looked at the ruins of what had been so big and erect just a short while ago.
"Don't knock it, lady. The disaster happened in that beautiful oven of yours."
Carl left her then and returned in a minute with a pair of fresh drinks. She remained lying, her lush breasts rising and falling more smoothly now, while Carl sat beside her.
Between sips of their drinks, they talked easily of all the wonderful things man and woman can do together.
"You've got a real crazy mouth there, Carl. You're as good as the best of women."
"Thanks. Do you swing that way too?"
"I swing any way there is, Carl. I hope that doesn't shock you."
"Not a bit. I've often thought that if I were a woman, I'd swing that way too. Which do you prefer?"
"It's a matter of mood. I haven't had a man in more than a month. It may be a week or two months before I'm in the mood for one again."
"And until then, women will do?"
"Maybe once or twice when I'm in the mood. My roomie would go for it ten times a day every day, but we have an understanding that it only happens when I want it."
"Do you specialize in a particular role?" Carl was fascinated at the woman who talked so casually of her lesbian activities.
"I don't believe in that. When it happens, I like to go the sixty-nine route. Why wast anything?"
"I knew you were going to be great, Ingrid," there was frank admiration in his glance, "but you turn out to be a real gem."
"Coming from an expert like you, mister, that's real praise."
Their casual conversation went on through another pair of drinks. They asked questions and answered them frankly without either holding back or striving for effect or shock value.
Carl told her that while he approved of her lesbian games, he didn't go the homo route. As she probed deeper, he told her that he had tried it a few times as a younger man, but didn't find it interesting.
"Then how come you don't knock women for being lesbian?" she wanted to know.
"Don't ask for logic, lady. I think most men are fascinated by the thought of two good looking women making out. Besides, after what I've seen of you tonight, I wouldn't call you a lesbian no matter how you get your kicks."
"I'm not really; that would be too exclusive. I'm more in the category of bisexual. To me, a Miss is as good as a Mr."
Carl had never heard it put quite that way. His laugh was loud and honest. She laughed with him.
It was less than an hour since they had gone through the explosion on the bed, but Carl sensed that she was ready to have at it again. He guessed that he was going to be able to function. He began to toy with her willing body in a way that told her what was in his mind.
"Do you enjoy the mouth bit as much as you seem to?" she asked.
"I like it just fine."
"Do you like it the other way too?"
"With a mouth like yours involved, I'd love it."
"Then how about making it a doubleheader this time?"
"If you can make me function, Ingrid baby, you've got yourself a deal. I'm overdue in that department anyway."
"Well now, we can't have that, can we?" Ingrid smiled as she bent her head and reached for him with her mouth.
The moment she claimed him in her moist mouth, Carl felt a surge of vitality and he knew he was going to function just fine.
She was adjusting herself and he saw one curved leg raise over him. Seconds later, the rich curves of her full buttocks were just above his face.
Her thighs were parted wide as she moved down toward his waiting mouth. His hands reached for her body and guided her all the way down.
Carl stopped thinking then. He felt his body surge with power and knew it wasn't going to take nearly as long as he expected.
Ingrid climaxed first and he held her as she writhed, her plump buttocks dancing wildly above his face. She had just finished, when he felt himself explode into her.
She was greedy and, with the last of his strength, he managed to push her away.
"You're a well flavored man, Mr. Jordan," she said as her tongue licked her lips as if looking for any last traces that might have escaped her.
"And you're a real tasty dish yourself, Ingrid."
They tried to keep things alive, but sleep moved in on them and, after a brief battle, both surrendered.
When Carl woke, it was morning. Ingrid had told him she was due at the hospital at noon, so there was really nothing to worry about. His watch told him he was going to be late for work, but that seemed terribly unimportant at the time.
More important was the restless feeling of desire at the bottom of his belly. With a smile, he saw that he was more than ready for action. In a little while, he would take her home, but first, he was going to take her right where she was.
She was lying with her buttocks arched toward him. Moving down in the bed a little, he pressed his strength low between them so that he slipped between her thighs.
Ingrid woke up, smiled at what she felt and raised her right leg so that he could slip all the way in. He did.
He left her at her apartment at five to ten and went to his office. His only regret was that she refused to make a firm date for another session.
Still, he consoled himself, I hardly have the right to complain.