Chapter 9
Joan drove with the windows open. The gentle wind blew the silky hair away from her beautiful face. She was in a very happy and excited mood. She listened to the radio and changed stations when anything but light, gay music came over the air. She was in no mood to listen to world, national or local problems. While just a few short hours ago she had awakened in a very disturbed, somber and dejected frame of mind, now she was gleeful, happy and anxious to be with Del.
She stopped at the same small grocery store she and Del had stopped at on their first trip to the beach. If there had been any doubt in her mind that Del was the reason for her feeling of happiness, it was dispelled in the grocery store.
Two young, well-built, extremely handsome surfers came into the store. Joan was dressed in tight shorts and a halter that did nothing to cover her natural assets. There was no way any man could ignore the enticement of her figure, the beauty of her face. And these young men were no exception. They did everything they could but stand on their heads to attract her attention.
While not ignoring them, Joan paid no heed to their flirtations. Normally, she felt flattered at the attention men gave her and would at least reward their efforts with a smile. But not this time. She didn't even look at the boys. Instead, she paid the bill and left. When she stepped into her car, they came over and tried to start a conversation. Without being rude, she waved them off.
"Sorry, fellows. I have an important engagement. Avery important engagement."
With that, she put the car in gear and drove back onto the highway, leaving the two very disappointed surfers in her dust.
It was one o'clock when Joan arrived at the beach house. Opening the door, she first put the groceries away, then went through the house and opened all the windows. She wanted everything fresh when Del arrived. She guessed that with any luck, he should be there around three.
Joan fixed a drink and sat on the porch, overlooking the ocean. She watched the water come in and go out, making strange formations in the sand. The salt air smelled refreshing, especially after the heavy smog of Los Angeles. Looking at her watch, she saw that it was only one-thirty. Damn, at least another hour-and-a-half. God, she wished he would get there. She was so anxious to see him, be with him, hold him, talk to him. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car door slamming.
No. It couldn't be. Not already.
She stepped to the corner of the house and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the ruggedly handsome man of her life walking toward the house.
Del beamed and waved when he saw her. Damn, she's a good-looking woman, he thought, almost tripping on the steps because he couldn't take his eyes off her. The tight shorts and revealing halter he had noticed, but he also realized he was looking more at her face, at those penetrating, dark brown eyes. He was looking at her as a person, as a woman, a woman he very much cared for. And he was looking at her less as a sex symbol, someone to go to bed with.
They hugged and kissed, a meeting of love and endearment. Their bodies pushed against each other, but not passionately. Instead, it was an emotion of caring, concern.
"I didn't expect you this early," she said, wrapping her arm around his as they walked to the porch. She had another chair ready for him.
"As luck would have it," he replied, plopping into the chair, "Chuck walked into the office just as I hung up the phone after talking to you. I told him I wanted him to handle the clients we had in the office.
"I also told him," he continued, looking at Joan, his hand on hers, "that from now on, I would be turning more and more of the business over to him and to John Kincaid. And do you know what my bright assistant manager said to me?"
"No, what?" she queried, really interested.
"He said that it was about time, that I was working myself into an early grave. And that he knew damn well he could handle the ac counts as well as anyone, hinting, of course, that he could do the job as well as the boss."
"What did you say?"
"Not a damn thing," he chuckled. Oh how she loved to hear that infectious laugh. "Because I realized he was almost telling the truth."
"Almost?"
"Yes. He can't handle the campaigns as well as the boss, and he damn well knows it. He's good, but not that good. Not yet."
She smiled at him. He was confident, not arrogant, and she knew he was kidding.
"Does this mean," she asked, squeezing his hand, hopefulness in her voice, "that you'll be able to ease off now, and take things a little easier?"
"Well," he grinned, "it looks like my assistant has pretty well seen to that."
Gazing at her, he suddenly turned serious.
"Joan, would you fix me a drink while I gather my thoughts?"
"Of course. The usual?"
"Please."
She prepared the drink, returned to the porch and gave it to him, then sat down. She noticed that he had pulled her chair closer to his. Del looked into his glass for several seconds, swirling the liquid and ice cubes before he spoke. His voice was low, somber, meaningful.
"Joan, when I was in New York for those three weeks, I did a lot of thinking. You were on my mind every single day I was there. I thought about the years we've been together, how much we've meant to one another, our meetings in my office, and here at the beach house."
"Del, I...."
"Please, honey," he interrupted, squeezing her hand, "let me finish. What I'm about to say might influence what you're wanting to tell me."
Joan smiled and nodded.
"Plain and simple, I missed you like I've never missed a woman before. Oh, I missed going to bed with you, I won't deny it. Sex is a natural part of the human relationship. But I was lonely for more than that. When I got back to Los Angeles and walked into the office that first morning, you were like a breath of fresh air. I wanted to grab you and hug you and never let you go. Joan, I missed the hell out of you, and don't want to be in that position again.
"That's part of the reason, a big part," he continued, again looking at the glass in his hand, "that I turned the new clients over to Chuck. I had almost made a decision to do just that while in New York. Your phone call this morning, the sound of your voice, made it a final decision."
He quit talking and looked at her. Smiling, he placed his large, rough hand over her small, smooth one.
"I want more time to spend with you, Joan. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes," she replied, gazing deeply into his eyes, placing her other hand on top of his. "Yes, I know exactly what you mean."
"Now," he said, setting his empty glass on the porch railing and looking at her, "what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
"There's no reason for talk, now," she replied.
"What do you mean?"
"The words you just said were, in a way, what I wanted to say to you. I don't want you going to New York, or anywhere else, for weeks on end, without me. I don't want you working yourself into an early grave. I want you to take things easier, enjoy yourself more and spend more time with me. I'm going to be on you like bark on a tree, Del. You're going to change your lifestyle so you can see more of life. You've worked hard all these years; now it's time to reap some of the benefits."
"You're beginning to sound like a nagging wife," he teased.
"Is that so bad?"
"From you, no," he smiled, putting his hand on her face. "Say, how about a swim?"
"I have an idea for something better," she grinned, impishly, a twinkle in her eyes.
Del rose from his chair and pulled her to him. They embraced and then walked into the house, arm-in-arm. Once the two were in the bedroom, passion overtook normal lovemaking and they undressed hurriedly, anxious to relieve erotic emotions that had built up inside them. Del spent little time with foreplay. He sucked her nipples, played with her clit and cunt lips and kissed her on the mouth.
"Del," Joan said, breathlessly, "go ahead. I'm ready to unload."
Last night, Bill Garrison had sucked on her nipples for a long time, fingered her cunt, even eaten her and she wouldn't respond. Here, with Del, in just a few short minutes, she was hot as a firecracker and could feel her floodgate straining to open, to flood forth.
Del was no less anxious. His prick, rock hard, strained to release its storage of white, sticky love juice. He felt the fire in his balls and the pulsating of the large vein on the bottom of his dick. He knew that when he shoved his aching rod into that delicious, delightful hole, it would be a very short time and he'd explode.
They were both right. Del pushed his cock into her waiting, panting, burning cavern and she humped into him immediately. They breathed deeply as he pumped, ramming his rod as far and as deep into her as he could.
It had been a month since they last enjoyed each other this way and were anxious to rid their bodies of pent-up emotions. There would be time later for the more enjoyable foreplay-the touching, the kissing, the petting. But for now....
Del pushed his cock into her hard and deep when he felt his seminal fluid escape from its container. When Joan felt his cum paint her walls, she humped into him wildly, rubbing herself against his body, forcing herself to quickly unleash an orgasm. Grunts and groans of passionate pleasure came from deep within as they released their love potions and clung to one another, their bodies shaking, their lust finally being sated.
They spent the rest of the afternoon in the ocean. And, like kids, they ran, swam, played tag, ducked each other and thoroughly had a good time, laughing and frolicking in the surf. That night, after dinner, they sat in the small living room, talking and planning. When it was time to go to bed, Joan asked Del to wait until she called him in. As with the other time, she went into the room, closed the door and slipped into the sexy nightgown. Del knew what she was doing and waited excitedly for her to beckon him. When she did, he rushed to her side.
"Joan, it should be against the law to be as lovely as you are, and then to be so good in bed."
He took her in his arms and they kissed. When he was undressed and the lights were out, he again took her in his arms.
"Joan, let's make tonight something special. Today has been wonderful for me. I've found the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with, and I'd like to end the day with warm, loving and mutually satisfying love-making."
"I couldn't agree more," she replied, starlight in her eyes, her arms around his neck, her body pushed against his.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed. Gently laying her on her back, he knelt on the bed beside her. Slowly he let his fingers wander over her lovely body. Joan closed her eyes and rubbed him as he worked on her. Del pulled his talented digits across the sensitive tips of her nipples, down over her stomach, and through the dark hair where her legs met. His slightest touch caused her to spread wide. And the closer he came to her joy box, the wider they opened.
It was a delight to be treated this way, especially after her horrid experience with Garrison. Del was so gentle, so kind, and his attitude toward her showed that while he loved having sex with her, he was also enjoying it out of love for her.
Del leaned over and suckled her nipples. Joan moved a hand to the back of his head and ran her fingers through his hair. Cupping the beautiful globes, Del sucked first on one breast, then the other. Each time he shifted his touch, Joan felt a wondrous sensation flow through her body and stop deep in her cunt. She was ready to fuck any time he was.
Her lover moved to her navel, which he tongued for a second or two, then bit into the hairy mound. Joan moaned softly and lifted her hips, only slightly, but enough to let him know she was warming up.
Continuing his travels, Del kissed the inside of her thighs, then moved back to her heavenly haven. Pulling his tongue teasingly across the wet cunt lips made Joan groan louder and lift her hips higher. She reached over and put a hand on his hard dong. Her playing first with the staff and then with his balls caused Del to almost shoot his cookies. But he held off, wanting to build up this beautiful creature to the highest peak he could.
"Uram," Joan murmured, her body reaching for a great climax. She could hardly wait to feel him inside her.
From the way she squeezed his prick and played with his nuts, Del knew she was ready. Positioning himself between her legs, he pushed his anxious cock against her wet, exciting pussy. He kissed her softly on the mouth and Joan reached down and guided his weapon into her love-hole. As his big dick penetrated the entrance, she lifted her hips and threw her arms around his neck.
"Do it good, Del. Make me really enjoy it."
Del lifted himself to where he was supported by his hands and slowly pumped, not ramming as he had earlier. He pulled his prong out to where only its purplish head was inside her box. He moved it in and out an inch or so, letting it tease and tantalize the sensitive cunt lips.
"Oooh, Del, that feels good. Ummm, so good." Joan's eyes were closed and she was wrapped up in his sensual treatment.
No sooner had she said the last word than he slid his big pole all the way home. When it lodged against the far end of her cunt, she inhaled.
"Ah. Oooh. That's even better. Do it again."
Del pulled his cock back and again let it ride the labia. When he slid it all the way in, Joan lifted her hips to meet him. She was as hot as the hottest fire. Her body ached to burst loose, to hit that ever-loving orgasm, but she didn't want to. She wanted him to fuck her more like he was doing. She held off as long as she could.
Del continued sliding his boner along the lips, then pushing it home, never fast, never hard, only allowing it to rub her walls, and sending erotic sensations through every nerve in her body. She was delirious. Her hips moved wildly and she licked her lips. Her arms tightened around his neck and he knew it wouldn't be long before she came.
He leaned over and kissed her lovingly on the lips. Then he sucked on her tits. When he did that, Joan pulled her arms from around his neck and cupped the full melons, lifting the nipples so he could lap and suck them more easily. His magic touch on her boobs sent Joan's senses skyrocketing. There was no holding back now. She threw her legs around his waist and squeezed tightly, at the same time pushing her bush into him, forcing his prick deep into her box.
"Uhhh. Ah." Her body shook frantically as her orgasm peaked. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him to her.
As they kissed, Del shoved his porker in as far as he could, knowing that helped her climax even more. He moved his hips slightly, causing his prick to move around inside her.
"Oooh. Good. Do that ... some ... more. Ummm."
Just as her body seemed to ease off, Del pulled his sex organ almost all the way out, moved the glans over the labia a few times, then shoved it all the way home, making her grunt when the big head pushed against her wall.
"Oh. Ah. Again. You ... you've made me ... come ... again."
She tightened her legs around his waist, shoved her crotch into him and hit another peak. Damn, it felt great. He was wonderful. He could make her shoot off and enjoy it so much better than any other man had ever been able to do..
Joan kissed him passionately, shoving her tongue into his oral cavern and humping against him. Her feverish body was still trembling from the orgasms he had put her through and his stiff, steelhard schlong deep inside her pussy felt so good that even after she could come no more, she kept her gams around his waist, forcing his prick to stay all the way inside her.
Finally, she loosened her grip and dropped her legs to the bed. Breathing heavily, with her arms still around his neck, she opened her eyes. Moonlight from the window allowed just enough light so she could make out his face, while he could see hers clearly.
Joan had a look of complete contentment. A satisfying smile started at the corners of her mouth and covered her entire face. Del was her lover. If there had been any doubt, it was gone. Other men, not including Bill Garrison, had thrilled her with their lovemaking, but Del Peterson was in a class by himself.
"Del, that was good," she said, gazing dreamily at him as he started pumping again.
"Only for you," he replied softly. "Only for you, the special treat."
Joan let her fingers roam his body as he continued to fuck. The slow, easy drag of his big dick on her cunt walls felt so good even though she wasn't, anywhere near ready to come again. She closed her eyes, moved her hands to his nuts and gently massaged them. Her touch caused Del to moan and shove his dork all the way inside her juice-flooded pussy. When she squeezed his balls, he began balling her faster, ringing her bell with each stroke. When Joan felt his hot, white cream flood into her sex cavern, she grabbed him around the neck and pulled him to her. Lifting her hips so he could penetrate deep and deposit his precious love potion as far into her depths as possible, she kissed him hotly, almost passionately, as if she had been the one who climaxed.
They rested for a long time after that session. Joan had her head on his chest and Del ran his fingers over her body, touching every square inch of the smooth, well-shaped form. Joan barely spoke, feeling so emotionally wrapped up in this man, in his touch, in his lovemaking. She realized that he meant more to her than any other man ever had. She was his slave but, in many ways, he was also hers. They made a good pair, quite a combination.
When they awoke early Sunday morn ing, they decided to make love as much as they could before returning to Los Angeles. And they about wore themselves into a frazzle once the decision was made. Other than for short breaks for breakfast and lunch, the lovers were at each other's body almost constantly. Every time Del's prick became the slightest bit stiff, he was either poking it into Joan's hot, flooded, willing cave, or she was on top of him, riding his rod or sucking him off. And she straddled his face, and he had his head between her legs so much during those few short hours that she knew he must have drained her come tank two-dozen times.
They screwed in every imaginable position. They started with the standard face-to-face, then to dog-fashion; she rode him, he rode her. It was one session after another, and by the time they left, Del was exhausted and washed out. He walked slowly, very slowly, to the car.
"Want me to drive?" Joan asked, skipping up to him, her face filled with a radiance that expressed her true feelings for this man.
They wanted to be together as much as possible for the next few days, and decided to leave her car there. They would pick it up when they returned to the beach, which they had promised themselves they would do quite often.
"You wench," he teased, hugging her. "If you treat me this way every morning after we're married, how in the hell do you think I'll ever be able to work?"
"That's your problem, big shot," she answered, climbing into the passenger side of the car. "Just think what it'll be like after we're married, when we can be together all the time! "
"Oh, my aching back," he said, feigning pain, pulling onto the highway and heading the auto back to the routine and bright lights.
But what a way to go, he thought to himself, eyeing the gorgeous, voluptuous figure sitting next to him. What a helluva way to go!
He looked forward to every single day of it.