Chapter 4
HE SET OUT TO SEDUCE HER ... AND SHE LOVED IT....
When Calla woke the next morning, she was exhausted after a bad night of very little sleep. The feeling of physical dirtiness had passed during the night, but the mental scars were still there.
After another bath and a quick bite of breakfast, she phoned the hotel doctor and he invited her to come to his office immediately.
He scolded her slightly for not reporting the attack to the police, but his attitude was kindly, almost fatherly. After treating her to ensure that there would be no after effects of the experience, he assured her that there was nothing physical to worry about.
"Thanks," she replied gratefully. "To tell the truth, it's the mental thing that bothers me more. I know I can be frank with you. I've enjoyed good healthy sex. Now, I feel afraid of it."
"That isn't surprising at all. What I'm going to tell you may sound like strange advice from your family doctor, but you're going to get it anyway."
"Please do," she encouraged him.
"I prescribe the same treatment as in the case of a rider who falls from a horse. Do you know it?"
"Get right back on before mental blocks can form?" she asked with a grin.
"Exactly. You're a very beautiful young woman. I wish I were a younger man. Still, I'm sure you will be able to find a...." he paused and smiled again, "willing volunteer. Just be sure he is someone you know and trust."
For just a moment, Calla. toyed with offering him the chance. In spite of what he said, she knew he was young enough and sensed he would not only be appreciative of the opportunity, but would be a gently, competent lover.
She rejected the thought though. It would endanger the warm relationship between him and her father. Jack, she thought, is in for a delightful surprise.
Hurrying back to her room, she placed a call to the hotel upstate where he was employed as an assistant manager. The call went through and she was pleased at the excitement in his voice when she told him she wanted to visit and spend an evening with him.
Gallantly, he offered to do the travelling and assured her he could arrange the time off without too much trouble, but Calla refused. Regardless of what she was offering him, she was asking a favor and time off would be simpler for her than for him.
Pushing the hotel problems out of her mind, she vowed to make the trip a real vacation and do nothing but enjoy herself and make it enjoyable for Jack at the same time.
Remembering the flagpole incident and the pair of blue nylon panties he had waved, she laughed as she decided to pack a. pair of brilliant red nylon panties for the trip. They should, she decided, add just the right touch.
Her whole outlook brightened and she kept finding things to smile about. Best of all, was the thought that in going to him, she was merely following her doctor's orders.
To think, she told herself with the same wicked smile still in place and growing brighter, other doctors prescribe aspirin. What a loss.
She hadn't told her father about her experience of the previous night and obviously wasn't going to tell him about her plans for the day, the night and, perhaps, the next day as well.
Being the daughter of the owner made it very simple to merely announce a brief absence from duty. Her father was delighted to see her take a break from the heavy schedule she had been on.
When she retuned, he promised himself, he would break the news to her about his scheduled death from lukemia. It was something that had to be done to protect her from shock. That, he told himself, would be the time to do it.
Refusing to even consider the mystery of the vanishing income of the hotel, Calla completed her packing, enjoyed a hearty lunch with a couple of cocktails and left just before two o'clock. According to the schedule she had worked out, she could drive at a relaxed speed and be there in time for a few drinks with Jack before an early dinner so that there would be a long evening ahead.
Her schedule worked fine and Jack was waiting for her in the lobby of his hotel when she arrived. He didn't dare embrace her but his eyes did it as he hurried to meet her and take her arm.
A minute later, they were outside again and they took her car to go to another hotel where the drinks would be good and, he hoped, the room would be too.
"It's so wonderful to see you again. Calla." he enthused as they sat close together in the front seat. "What are your immediate plans?"
"If you want me to be polite," she smiled, "my plans are that we pretend we're having a night on the town just the way it started once. After a couple of drinks, we'll go to a hotel and get into bed."
"I'll be honest though and tell you that my plans are that we find a place where we can go to bed. Yes, there is a reason behind all of this and I will tell you all about it in a little while. Okay?"
"More than okay, Calla. Great, wonderful, perfect. There are other words, but I can't think of them just now."
"That's more than good enough for me, Jack. Lead on and lead me astray. I promise to cooperate all I can."
It was the most thrilling command Jack had ever heard but he felt it would be a mistake to rush to bed. Instead, he took her to a little place where the drinks were good and the atmosphere quiet and conducive to easy conversation.
Over a drink Calla told Jack about her experience, the visit to the doctor and his surprising advice. He was filled with sympathy at the outset, but toward the end, he joined her in laughter.
"Son of a gun," he commented, "I want that guy for my family doctor."
"'Not likely. You don't think I'd let him go, do you?" she looked horrified at the suggestion.
"I'm glad you didn't follow through on your impulse," Jack went on, "but I'd have given anything to watch the dear old doctor if you had laid it out on the examining table and said, okay doc, come and get it."
"You, sir, are a dirty old voyeur." Again, Calla did her best to look horrified.
"Just wait till we have some dinner and get to the hotel. I'll show you what I am."
Because it seemed like such a good idea, they finished their drinks quickly and went to eat. During the meal, he phoned a friend who worked at another hotel and, under the hotelmen's unofficial code, arranged that a nice room would be ready and fully equippped with scotch and soda on their arrival.
They both ate quickly and after a little while, neither bothered to try to hide the fact that they were hurrying.
Their whole approach to the evening had been so honest, that anything less than that would have seemed wrong to both of them.
Ten minutes after they left the restaurant, they reached their hotel room. When they reached the elevator, Jack gave the bellhop his tip and took Calla's bag from him. He didn't want to waste time in the room watching the boy check everything in the place to earn a bigger tip.
Calla saw the bottles on the table and was impressed by his efficient planning. With a litttle thrill of anticipation, she hoped that everything he did that night would be just as impressive.
He poured drinks for them and they sat together on the bed. There were other places to sit, but the bed seemed just right for the moment.
They chatted easily, without even hinting at the reason they had gotten together again. After a few sips of his drink, Jack slid an arm around her waist. She thrilled at the gentle pressure and knew he would guide them into it easily and gently.
Surrendering completely and eagerly, Calla decided to let him set the pace all the way. He would seduce her and she would love it. It was wonderful confirmation that in Jack, she had selected the perfect man for a very important job.
It was all done so smoothly that even while she waited for it, it was happening and Calla wondered how. Jack was able to continue chatting, sip at his drink and still slip a hand inside the front of her dress to caress the mounds of her bra.
At another time, she felt his hand, warm and strong, toying with the fully expanded top of a nylon and moving over the sensitive skin above.
Already, even though still fully dressed, Calla was more than ready to make love. Her whole body seemed to throb with desire. All thoughts of therapy were gone now. She was just a woman being seduced by a skilled lover and she loved every tingle of it.
Seeming to sense just the right moment, Jack put his drink down and she followed suit. He drew her into his arms and their mouths met hungrily. While their kiss went on, his arms were strong and comforting, his open palm, exciting as it rubbed her back to trigger new waves of desire in her.
Gradually, he drew her down onto the bed with his face still pressing down on hers. As she fell, Calla drew her knees up so theat her dress fell back, high on her luscious thighs.
"Remember calling me a voyeur?" he whispered into her ear. "Well you were right. Don't move, but look in that mirror over there and see the sight I'm enjoying."
Following his gaze, she was delighted at what she saw.
Her feet and shapely legs were poised on the edge of the bed facing the mirror. Above, where curves of her full thighs to and above the tops of her nylons.
"A little wider," he whispered heatedly.
Calla obeyed instinctively and saw more then. As her thighs parted, the narrow strip of black nylon panty unveiled in stark, exciting contrast to her creamy white thighs.
"Don't move, darling," he whispered again, "I want you to see something else."
Excitement made it difficult for her to focus on the mirror, but she managed. Her eyes opened wide with delight and focused beautifully when she saw the reflection of a strong, masculine hand on the back of her thigh just above the curve of her knee.
The hand moved slowly toward the top of the nylon. In its progress, it rubbed not just the back of the thigh, but the sides as well. At the top of the nylon, it stopped and she saw the gentle indentation of her flesh as he squeezed.
Calla was sighing, trembling and whipering erotic encouragement as the hand kept moving up until it ran out of thigh to fondle.
Instinctively, she opened even wider. She saw the waiting area of black nylon clinging against the warmth of her. The hand drew teasing lines close to the nylon but not quite touching it.
"Now, Jack, now," she panted. "Touch me or I'll go out of my mind."
"Watch the hand, darling," he answered in the same wild whisper, "here it comes now. Look at the beautiful place it's going to touch and rub. Watch, darling."
Calla watched the hand move slowly closer as it came down the inside of her thigh with so light a touch that she wanted to scream.
And then she did scream a little as the hand found the nylon strip. For a moment, it touched lightly, then it was pressing firmly against her warm sensitivity.
It paused for a little while, then began to rub firmly. It was so good she wanted to cry.
In a little while, Jack decided he had teased enough. Telling her to stay as she was, he got off the bed on the far side and began undressing. In the mirror, Calla saw herself in the same erotic pose and, at the same time, saw her man undressing.
When he stood proudly naked for a moment, she remembered the fun they'd had kidding about the flagpole. It was very much in evidence again.
Jack came back to the bed then and knelt beside her, his strength waving close to her face. She reached up and her hand closed gently around it in a. loving caress.
Jack helped her up then, and together they removed her dress. She wore no slip. He pulled her back down on the bed and began unfastening her bra. He didn't hurry because he felt it was better for both to make it slow and easy, to keep arousal growing by teasing each other as they approached the ultimate moment.
He removed the bra one cup at a time and his hands and mouth were ardent and gentle as they greeted the bared melons which responded instantly to his touches. For a long, wonderful time, Jack busied himself with the twin beauties while Calla writhed in ecstasy.
Eventually, his lips began to move down her body while his hands found and fondled the body-warmed nylon panties. Looking again into the mirror, Calla saw him begin to slip her clinging panties down.
Her body raised to help him. For Calla, the feel and the sight were such that her own hands reached for the big mounds to which he had administered and she began to rub them as he had done.
Stripping her panties down her legs and off her feet, Jack served notice that he had stopped teasing. Her parted willing thighs and his mouth was on her in an instant with the rough, maddening tongue probing deeply into the moist warmth of her womanhood.
Despite the contortions of her fevered body, Jack never once allowed his mouth to move away from her soft core until she cried out in completion. When that began to happen, he withdrew his tongue, but his mouth remained pressed in a clinging kiss with his lips wide apart so that he held as much as possible of her in his mouth until the sweet storm passed.
A little while later, when he felt she was ready to make another trip into the warm, pink clouds, he brought his strength to her. The nest of her thighs enveloped him and he fitted easily into her.
He loved her with slow strength and made it last until he felt her shuddering in the approach to another completion.
Suddenly, he switched from the slow, gentle motion to an almost rough, fast one. It was just rough enough to be perfect and her cries of delight made sure he understood, how good it was.
It was just ending for her when she felt him rub and jerk against her. She held him closely until it was all over and his weak moan told her how good it had been for the man who had been so good for her.
They sat up then and each found a thrill in telling the other how good it had been while they sipped at their drinks.
"How did you get to be such a magnificent lover?" she asked.
"If I'm good, it's because like anything else, it depends on learning properly at the start."
"Do you mind telling me about it? Maybe some day I'll have a son and I'll want him to be as good as you."
"Thanks for the nice words, lady. I was nineteen and she was thirty-seven. She was Austrian or German or something. The first time, she let me do it my way. After that, she began to train me.
"She explained everything about the physical and mental working of a woman and told me what a good lover should do to make it great."
"What happened finally? How did it end?"
"She just told me one night that it had been great and she was proud of me, but that there was another youth to be trained and that was the end of it for us."
"That must have hurt."
"Yes. I did a lot of pleading and begging, but she was adamant. She told me I was good enough to go out into the world and find women closer to my own age."
"Then for her," Calla observed, "the thrill was in training young ones. There always had to be another to be trained. How fascinating and yet, how troubled she must be."
"I suppose so, but I'll never forget her and never stop appreciating all she did for me."
"You can include my appreciation with that, mister. I don't claim to be the most experienced woman in the world, but I've never met a man who could begin to compare with you."
"Like I say," he grinned, "it's all in the teaching at the start."
"No, Jack, it isn't. I give your teacher full points, but unless you had the basic qualities of tenderness and strength and compassion in you, she couldn't have made you what you are. Take credit where it's due."
"Thanks, ma'm," he raised his glass in a salute, "I'll do that and to hell with my natural modesty."
"Your modesty?" she laughed as she got off the bed. "There's a laugh."
She started to run across the room, but he caught her easily with his left arm around her middle and bent her over. He spanked just hard enough to make her tingle and stopped after three on each firm cheek.
"You brute," she complained, "look at my poor fanny. It's destoryed."
Laughing, he kissed the bright pink splotches on the apex of each cheek.
"Mmmmm," she stopped complaining, "what a. lovely way to get a spanking. Remind me to insult you more often."
"That suits me just fine," he grinned. "My teacher taught me variations of that game too and I love to play it with someone as beautiful as you."
Still smiling, and wriggling her slightly pink bottom outrageously, Calla began to unpack her bag. When she reached the red nylon panties, she held them up to him and giggled.
"Don't you think this would make a lovely flag?"
"I'm not sure about the patriotism of it," he grinned in reply, "but we'll have to erect a flag pole and give it a try."
Just to aid in that cause, Calla. slipped the panties on. They clung nicely and, with the garter belt and nylons, provided a stimulating effect as she knew would be the case.
For extra impact, she slipped her feet into a pair of very high heeled black pumps.
"You know," he looked at her over his glass as she moved around the room putting her things away, "I have a feeling that flag pole will arrive very soon."
"How nice. You must tell me about it when it does."
"I won't have to. I have the darnest feeling that you'll see it. It's hard to hide a flagpole in a bedroom you know."
"I wouldn't say that," her grin was naughty, "I seem to recall that you had it beautifully hidden just a little while ago. I knew where it was, all right, but I couldn't see it."
The evening moved along beautifuly and it still wasn't late when Jack held her close to him as he removed the brief panties and raised the flag. The heat and scent of her body was still in the panties and the flag waved excitedly for a little while.
Then, the flag was removed and the pole was hidden with delightful ease in a sweet, war place.
The ceremony took a long time, but the delighted sighs and moans indicated that neither particularly minded spending the time or the effort.
They had another drink and then slept wrapped in the warmth of each other.
The therapy had worked so well, Calla decided, that she would spend another night there before getting back home to business and problems.