Chapter 6
The following day was a repeat of Saturday, only more enjoyable, but not as long. The two lovers had to pack and leave about four in the afternoon to get back to the city by dusk.
During the return drive, Joan sat close to Del and they talked about the good time they had had at the beach. When they arrived at her apartment, their parting kiss was long and promising. Joan hated to leave him, and he was as reluctant as she. There would be other times, of that they were certain.
But delightful times at the beach would not come again for some time. On Monday morning, Del had just arrived at the office when he received a call from New York. Two hours later, he was on an airplane headed for the East Coast and would be gone for two or three weeks.
He no sooner left than Joan became lonely. She couldn't understand her feelings because she had never felt this way toward any man. She enjoyed being with men, she enjoyed having sex with them, but had never taken any of them seriously. Now, for the first time, she missed a man, one particular man.
The agency was busy the next few days and Joan had little time to think about her loneliness, although she often thought of Del. Several new clients were brought to the agency and she had to handle their accounts and do the million-and-one things Del usually did. She had learned a lot the past couple of years and knew her job well. One male in particular received special attention, and Joan was to be exposed to a lovemaking that she'd never before encountered with a man.
Ron Collins, young, good-looking, with an athletic build, was opening a chain of hardware stores coast-to-coast and was on the lookout for a well-known agency to handle his publicity. The Peterson firm had been highly recommended. While at first disappointed that the boss was not available, Ron found that Joan handled him so expertly and sincerely that he soon forgot about the agency's head man.
"Joan, I must say, your firm certainly knows what I want in my advertising campaign. I'm delighted with the ideas your admen have come up with, especially the television spots."
"Thank you, Mr. Collins. I feel certain we can handle the publicity features. We'll assign one of our top men to your account and he'll outline all phases of the campaign for you."
"Excellent," he said, looking at the beautiful and efficient hunk of woman sitting behind the desk.
Ron stood up and checked his watch. "It's almost dinner time. Would you care to have something to eat with me? I'm not familiar with your city and would appreciate your suggesting a good place."
Joan started to refuse, but it hit her that it had been more than a week since Del had left. Since he'd been gone, she had put in eighteen-hour days in the agency and hadn't been out during that time. It might be a nice treat to go to a good restaurant and relax and enjoy a meal. And especially with such a handsome escort.
"I accept your invitation," she said, standing up. "Let me tell the receptionist we're leaving, and I'll be right with you."
They dined in one of the nicest bistros in town and Ron was excellent company. He could talk on a wide range of subjects, not just hardware, and was totally pleasant to be with. Joan found herself enjoying the evening and when dinner was over, she hesitated but slightly before accepting an invitation to have a nightcap in his hotel room.
Joan was even happier that Ron did not talk shop. She loved her job at the agency, but enjoyed a break from it. Ron talked about his home in Arizona and his family, which consisted of his wife and young son.
"I'm sorry your wife couldn't come with you," Joan said, sipping on the drink Ron had prepared. "I think she would have liked Los Angeles."
"She would have," he agreed, "but she runs a small antiques shop and didn't want to close it down. It's a hobby with her. But the main reason she didn't come is because of Jeff, our son. He's in the first grade, and we didn't think it would be good to pull him out for a week or more."
They talked and Joan became more aware that Ron was eyeing her, looking at her figure. She was wearing a pants suit with a tight knit sweater, and her breasts were fully emphasized. She caught him more than once staring at her big boobs pushing against the material. She would have no qualms about going to bed with this handsome devil, but the way he talked about his family, with such devotion in his voice, she didn't believe he would try to put the make on her.
Almost as if he had read her mind, Ron spoke, his words catching her off-guard.
"Joan, I've been married for almost nine years. During all that time, I've never been unfaithful to my wife, nor do I ever intend to."
"Why are you telling me that?" Joan asked, staring at him.
He looked at her for several seconds, then stood up and walked to the window.
"Because being with you tonight, looking at your beautiful face and your gorgeous figure, makes me want to be unfaithful."
"Ron, I have no hang-up about making love to a married man," she said matter-of-factly, "but I don't believe you really want to go to bed with me. I think you miss your wife more than you miss sex."
"Maybe," he replied, thoughtfully. "But you're enticing as hell and you've gotten me so emotionally uptight that I'm about ready to throw my vow of faithfulness out the window."
Joan was surprised at his frankness, but his words were a compliment to her. Looking at him, she realized that she, too, was beginning to get a little warm, especially between the legs. But, what to do about it?
"Ron, I'm afraid there's no way you can make love to another woman and remain faithful to your wife. Under the circumstances, I think maybe I had better leave."
"Why?" he asked, walking toward her. "Do you feel the same way? Do you want to make love?"
She stared at him. He was honest, she would have to admit. But instead of answering his question, she picked up her purse and turned toward the door.
"I think I had better go, Ron."
The man took her by the arm and turned her to him. Without speaking, he kissed her. Joan didn't push him away and even responded slightly. Ron caught even the weak response and made the most of it.
"Come with me, Joan. You're as much in the mood for love as I am."
He led her into the bedroom and once inside, again took her in his arms. This time when they kissed, Joan put her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. They pushed their bodies hard into one another and she could feel his pole, stiff and ready for action, press against her mound. When he put a hand on one of her tits, she inhaled and shoved harder against his body. She was more in the mood for bed-rolling than she had imagined.
They undressed and lay on the bed. Ron took her in his arms and they kissed again. He was well-hung, she found out, feeling his stiff rod against her bare skin, and was anxious to have that pole pushed into her warm, ever-heating oven. But Ron didn't hop in the saddle. Instead, he started traveling along her body.
He moved to his knees and sucked her nipples, at the same time putting a hand on the dark hair at her triangle. Joan was already wet and spread her legs slightly at his touch. She closed her eyes as he sucked her tits and let her hand rove his body, not stopping until she reached her destination-his rod of pleasure. It was bigger than she had at first thought. Although it had a small head, it was long, as long as many she had seen, but not as thick as some.
Ron journeyed down her body until he throw my vow of faithfulness out the window."
Joan was surprised at his frankness, but his words were a compliment to her. Looking at him, she realized that she, too, was beginning to get a little warm, especially between the legs. But, what to do about it?
"Ron, I'm afraid there's no way you can make love to another woman and remain faithful to your wife. Under the circumstances, I think maybe I had better leave."
"Why?" he asked, walking toward her. "Do you feel the same way? Do you want to make love?"
She stared at him. He was honest, she would have to admit. But instead of answering his question, she picked up her purse and turned toward the door.
"I think I had better go, Ron."
The man took her by the arm and turned her to him. Without speaking, he kissed her. Joan didn't push him away and even responded slightly. Ron caught even the weak response and made the most of it.
"Come with me, Joan. You're as much in the mood for love as I am."
He led her into the bedroom and once inside, again took her in his arms. This time when they kissed, Joan put her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. They pushed their bodies hard into one another and she could feel his pole, stiff and ready for action, press against her mound. When he put a hand on one of her tits, she inhaled and shoved harder against his body. She was more in the mood for bed-rolling than she had imagined.
They undressed and lay on the bed. Ron took her in his arms and they kissed again. He was well-hung, she found out, feeling his stiff rod against her bare skin, and was anxious to have that pole pushed into her warm, ever-heating oven. But Ron didn't hop in the saddle. Instead, he started traveling along her body.
He moved to his knees and sucked her nipples, at the same time putting a hand on the dark hair at her triangle. Joan was already wet and spread her legs slightly at his touch. She closed her eyes as he sucked her tits and let her hand rove his body, not stopping until she reached her destination-his rod of pleasure. It was bigger than she had at first thought. Although it had a small head, it was long, as long as many she had seen, but not as thick as some.
Ron journeyed down her body until he reached the hairy mound, which he gently bit into. Joan arched her back, lifting her hips, and moaned soft and low. Her legs spread farther apart, and Ron bent over and kissed the warm, anxious cunt lips. Joan spread her legs as far apart as she could, permitting him plenty of room in which to operate.
Ron pulled his tongue across the wet labia and Joan lifted her hips, pushing her body toward him. She squeezed his prick, then stroked it. She moved her hand to his nuts and squeezed the sac. When he shoved his tongue inside her box, while still teasing the lips, Joan groaned and put her free hand on one of her big boobs, massaging it roughly, and pinching the pink bud. He was building her up faster and faster, bringing her to the edge of erotic pleasure.
He slipped one hand under her ass and played with the small hole. This increased the sensations in her body and Joan humped and twisted wildly. When he shoved his lapper into the hot, juicy snizz, she lifted her body and moaned softly.
"Umm. Ah. Good. Ummm." She hit her first climax when he pushed his tongue far into her and touched the walls of the damp cavern.
Joan tensed her legs and lifted her crotch into his face, all the time squeezing his balls and her tit. He licked at the fluid in her quim, shoving his tongue deep into her hole and moving it around. Soon, Joan was again humping as he brought her to another climactic explosion.
Two in a row, she thought, silently. Not bad. The tenseness in her gams eased, but Ron didn't move his head from her crotch, although he did shift his body. In seconds, Joan saw his anxious, throbbing cock, that long hunk of meat, hanging but inches from her mouth. Ron was still situated over her pussy and rubbed his hand along the tender lips. Joan played with his testicles and stroked his prick until she felt him push a finger into her hole. Placing her hands on his hips, she pulled his body down and took that long piece of joy stick in her mouth. It wasn't very thick, but she felt the length tickle her throat as she sucked on it. Ron was giving her a special treat at the same time.
He rubbed her cunt with his talented digits, then pushed into her snatch, causing Joan to lift her hips with each thrust. He kept doing that for some time, rubbing the lips, then fingering her. Joan's heat increased with every motion, with every thrust. She sucked harder on his cock, all the time playing with his balls, as she felt the length of his meat slide in and out of her mouth.
She was building him up just as fast as he was making her emotions peak. He pumped in and out of her throat, increasing the speed the harder she sucked. Her hips rose and fell with each of his thrusts, which increased with her devouring of his cock. They were worked up to a fever pitch and, although Joan had already come twice, the feel of his hot juice running down her throat caused her to have another orgasm. She sucked hard on his cock as the semen oozed out his piss slit.
Ron digitally aroused her as he unloaded. When he felt a warmth on his finger, he rotated it inside her exploding volcano, touching every side, and shoving it in as far as he could. His continual manipulation made her hit another climax, her fourth for the night, and they had hardly begun!
"Whew," Ron said, breathing heavily as he lay down beside her. "That was something."
They embraced and lay there quietly for a long time, letting their breathing return to normal. After a while, Ron spoke.
"I guess," he said, letting his fingers ring one of her nipples, "it is possible to get sexual satisfaction without having intercourse."
"It is," Joan responded, "but it doesn't always satisfy everyone, the way you have to do it, I mean."
"Were you satisfied?" he asked, still looking at the ample mound of smooth skin with the stiff pink beacon.
"Yes," she replied, not quite honestly. She had no objections to sucking a man's cock, and she thoroughly enjoyed being eaten, by man or woman. But there was something about a hunk of meat sliding in and out of her pussy that brought the excitement to the surface, made her pant and crave more.
Thinking Ron might have a mixture of guilt and pleasure because of what they were doing, she didn't press the issue. He had made her come four times, and that in itself was pleasing to her. While she would have preferred that long pole of his in her pussy, she would go along with him, just to make him feel less guilty, although to herself she saw no difference in sex, whether it was fucking or sucking.
Ron continued to play with her tits and it wasn't long before the heat started building up inside Joan. She could feel the embers being stoked and her body moved against his. Ron's cock was still limber, although she knew it wouldn't be long before it came to life.
He felt her body move and knew she was getting in the mood again. He sucked and bit on her nipples, causing the fire to build up more rapidly. When she was moving faster, and he heard low groans come from her throat, he shifted his body, moving down on the bed.
"Come on, Joan. Sit on my face."
A second invitation wasn't needed. Her body was burning and she would have given anything to feel that long stick of his satisfy her needs. But, if he wanted to make her climax with his tongue, she would go along with him.
Joan straddled his face and slowly lowered her wet bush to his mouth. Ron pushed his tongue into the hole and licked the sides. Joan closed her eyes and played with her tits. She rode his lapper as he licked the cunt lips and darted in and out of her hole. He was bringing her up fast!
She felt his arms moving against her legs, but had no idea what he was doing. Opening her eyes and looking behind her, she saw that he was playing with his cock and balls. She knew he must be in agony and shifted her body, but not taking her pussy off his glorious, tantalizing tongue. When she put her hand on his prick, he pulled his own hand away and played with her rear end.
Joan continued to ride his tongue as he tormented the hell out of her. She stroked his cock as he ate her. The hotter she became, the faster she beat his meat. Her hips moved frantically as he kept pushing her to her sexual pinnacle with his sucking and tonguing. She pushed her box hard onto his face when an orgasm erupted in her body.
"Oh. Ah. Oh. Good. Ah. So good." She closed her eyes and squeezed his cock as her floodgate opened and her fluids coated his tongue.
Ron ate her pussy even more as it became wetter. He sucked on the lips and pushed his tongue deep into her sex canal.
Once the first burst of orgasm was over, Joan again beat his meat, but didn't move her delectable crotch from his face. She had pulled his emotions to the top and his nuts ached to unload their contents. He pushed his hips up with each stroke and the harder she pumped his staff, the more he ate her pussy, causing Joan to hit another climax.
Each time she came, Joan would stop beating his meat, squeezing it instead, as she felt the climax flood through her. Soon, she was again stroking his length, making him hump with each stroke. But Ron was still at her pussy, licking and sucking the labia. Joan positively knew she would hit another glorious eruption before he came if she didn't hurry up.
She increased the speed of her strokes and Ron groaned and humped frantically, anxious to come. The harder she stroked his dick, the more greedily he ate her pussy, driving her insane with his tongue, with his sucking. Her pot was boiling and ready to run over when she felt a wetness on her hand.
White, sticky juice spurted out the tiny hole in the head of his prick. Joan watched with interest as the joy sap roared from the opening and landed on the bed, on her hand, On his body. She continued pumping, squeezing harder with every stroke, as she watched the last drop seep from his throbbing prick.
Just as the last of his fluid escaped, she felt another orgasm hit her body. Pushing harder on his face, she shoved her gash down and felt his tongue go deep inside her. Grunting and straining, she let her gates release another round.
"Ummm. Ummm. Again. I'm ... coming
... again. Oh."
She squeezed even harder on his limp cock as she felt her emotions hit the peak and then start their decline as her climax ended.
Although Ron seemed happy with their escapades, and even though Joan had come seven or eight times, she wasn't completely satisfied.
She left the hotel room about two o'clock in the morning-drained, wet between the legs, and exhausted.
But her sexual craving was still there. Ron had not taken care of that itch, regardless of the number of times he had eaten her into orgasmic bliss.