Chapter 5
"I don't think Kirk-likes me," Nancy revealed to her mother while they shopped that next afternoon.
Nina replaced the hat she examined back on its hook. Alarm was scrupulously edited from her expression. "What makes you assume that?"
She threw her hands up. "He hardly said anything to me last night at Tangerine's-and abruptly left without saying a word."
Nina recalled his frustration. She made it absolutely clear: no sneaking off, nor secret rendezvous during Nancy's visit-without exception. Her ultimatum was tersely whispered after Nancy excused herself for the lady's room. Kirk, unaccustomed to Nina's brush-off, refused to take part in her deception.
"What does it take to get him?" she whined. "I never encountered such resistance before. I may not have had successful relationships, but my allure has rarely failed me. I usually have to fight them off-not duel for their attention."
"Kirk is.. . different."
"How so?"
Nina shrugged. "He's a man with a separate agenda. He hails from a highly respected family. His father is an institutional trader at a brokerage firm, and his mother a society matron. Though he's been taught to thirst for challenge and steep rewards, Kirk seeks his own identity. I'll admit, I rarely see him salivating over any of the women-possibly because the other men do it, and Kirk, if anything, is original. He conceals his interest. One can never anticipate his wants. He is not easily won over." She pensively regarded her daughter. "You possess the charm that would draw him. Don't surrender so quickly. He will eventually melt."
Nancy was unconvinced of her mother's rationale. "He sounds like a rebel."
"He is."
"How do you know so much about him?"
"A bartender is often a confidante. People pour their hearts out to me over many a drink. I consider myself the working man's therapist."
Nancy's consolation was not freely achieved. Kirk's detachment had her totally perplexed.
Nina could not reconcile having Kirk to herself while her daughter wanted him. She could not be that insensitive. It wasn't as though she hadn't missed him. Kirk ranked very high in her affections. Gazing at him elicited powerful waves of desire. She recalled his untiring tongue and pleasure-giving cock with a smile. Mmmmmmmmmmm. She wasn't the least uncomfortable about Nancy experiencing those delights. She could vouch for their revitalizing effect. If it accelerated the healing process for a broken heart, Nina was inclined to try it.
Those privileges would be hers to claim down the road. Kirk would soon be welcome in her bed. She missed that twenty-one-year-old cock, and could not discount the joy it afforded her.
Meanwhile, Dave's forty-six-year-old one kept her satisfied. Nina was amazed at the strength of his virility. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. He lasted for hours. There was a hunger in that man she couldn't begin to fathom. Men traditionally arrived at their sexual peak early in their adult life. Dave defied that theory. With him, it only seemed to get better. She could relate to that philosophy. The age of one's flesh had no relation to his or her performance. One thing was certain: his sexual powers had not been fully tapped. She believed she could expect a great deal more of him-Dave would surely deliver on that assumption.
"Okay," Nancy teased, "what are you smirking about?"
Nina laughed. "Caught me, eh? Oh, just a joke I was told at the bar. People tell me the silliest things." She waved her hand. "I can't repeat it, however-it was quite raunchy."
Nancy found happiness in studying her mother. She was brimming with love. "I can't get over the change in you. It's as though you've become a different woman. Becoming independent has made a noticeable improvement in your outlook."
"I enjoy my freedom. It's amazing the number of choices that are available when you aren't tied to one person."
"Why don't I feel as lucky? I'm still single."
Nina fondly caressed her shoulder. Dropping pearls of wisdom wasn't her game, but since her daughter solicited it, she gladly offered it. "You haven't gone through life's initial phase yet. You don't appreciate what you have until you've traded it for something else. You're young-still at the starting gate. With age, you become smarter. The choices you should have made ring loudly in your head. That's the nicest part of growing older: the fog eventually clears, enabling you to act intelligently on previously confounding issues."
Nancy, sighing, sifted through the racks. "You make it sound so simple." She pulled out an eye-popping outfit, then admired it. "Do you think Kirk would like me in this?"
Nina's lips curved. Kirk liked women in nothing. She wasn't about to disclose that to her daughter. "I think you could attract his attention in anything you chose."
"That hasn't been the case."
"Why don't you try it on? I'm going to browse in that section over there." Nina pointed to a display of skirts and blouses that previously caught her eye. She would require a new outfit when interviewing for that part-time office job. "I'll meet up with you shortly."
Nina, glancing through the line of blouses, skimmed her fingertips over the material. There was something wonderfully decadent about silk. Her undergarments were strictly of that fabric. Mmmmmmmmmmm. She adored how it felt over her pussy. A shiver went through her. The best situation was donning the blouse without a bra. Her nipples would receive its lush benefit. The kiss of silk on her aroused flesh was almost equivalent to that of a man; almost, but not nearly as satisfying.
She selected a skirt that complemented the blouse, then strolled over to the changing rooms. The section where Nancy had gone was completely occupied. Nina traveled to the opposite side of the floor, where she found plenty of available stalls.
Setting her things on a hook, she began to strip. The full-length mirror captured each stage of her undress. She marveled at her spectacular profile. Maintaining an active lifestyle kept her deliciously trim. Her breasts bounced inside their lacy cups. Tossing her brown hair over her shoulders, she assessed her wrinkle-free complexion. Thus far, the ravages of time hadn't taken effect. Even under the store's harsh lighting, she could pass for a woman ten years younger.
Her hand drifted over her flat stomach. Her fingers stopped short of her crotch. The brown ringlets captured beneath her silk panties were obscured, yet seen. Unable to squelch the urge, she cupped her mound. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Why was she always in a constant state of arousal? Sex persistently echoed from the rear corridors of her mind. Erotic thoughts became superimposed over her normal stream at the least provocation.
When she was twenty-even thirty-sex hadn't been meaningful. Perhaps the quality of her pleasure-or the lack thereof-had demoted its importance. Sex was far superior beyond forty. There was simply no comparison. She discovered its palatability and deemed it vital to her existence.
Her nipples protruded through the lace. The air-conditioning spurred their excitement. She scooped them together, administering an invigorating caress. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Did other women fondle themselves in a department store? Did they fantasize about past lovers and the glory of pleasure while surveying their partial nudity? That imagery stemmed from been sequestered in a small room while other people thronged the aisles, ignorantly shopping. They were oblivious to the raging hormone activity taking place behind closed doors.
Nina reached for the blouse when the door to her compartment suddenly opened. Kirk stared wildly at her exposed body.
"What are you doing here?" she gasped. "Shouldn't you be at work?"
His handsome young face was crimson. She sensed his frustration. His blue eyes shifted erratically. "You're making me suffer, Nina-and I don't like it." He shut the door, then dropped to his knees before it. "It's been agony without you. I'm going out of my mind."
His face was level with her crotch. He grasped her hips, panting. Nina concluded the obvious. "My God-you can't be serious. We're in a store. My daughter is on the same floor, trying something on."
"I can't help it," he muttered, yanking down her panties. "I've got to have some of you now. I want you so badly, I can taste it."
Her heart pounded madly. "Kirk, this is insane. You can't barge in here and demand-" Her speech sharply ended the second his tongue curved into her pussy. She clenched her teeth, then slumped against the wall. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, God."
Kirk's blond head bobbed barbarously between her legs. Within seconds of his tongue's entry into her pink folds, Nina lost her argument. Her eyes rolled heavenward. Swinging her arms up, she latched onto the edge of the wall and clung for dear life.
"Mmmmmmm," he groaned, eating her. "You have no idea how I've missed this. Mmmmm. Oh, baby. Nobody tastes like you."
He stuck his tongue into her cunt, wriggling through the layers of squish. Nina oozed at his obstinate probe. Her juices, which flowed into his mouth, were readily dispatched. His thirst for her cunt sugars was unquenchable. He fastened his lips about her nectar-rich hole and sucked it in strong, steady intervals.
Nina gazed down at him. Her tanned thighs framed his blond curls while they shook. She caught the flash of tongue, then felt its feverish mission. Her clit swelled beneath his ardent laps. Denying him her snatch brought him to the brink of madness.
She bit her bottom lip. Suppressing those harsh exhalations was virtually impossible. He circled her clit, then dealt it a few punishing whips. The result was sheer ecstasy. "Jesus, Kirk. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, baby. Ohhhhhhhh."
"I want you so bad, Nina," he said between gulps. "Mmmmmmm. I missed your sweet pussy. I miss the way it responds to my tongue."
Her mouth dropped open as he focused on her clit. Mind-bending suction was inflicted. He rubbed his lips over that moist section while vibrating her love button. Noisily, he drank her female essence. The sounds could not be disguised, nor be mistaken by the unsuspecting shopper.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she gasped, repeatedly coming up for air. Kirk stole the very oxygen from her lungs with his loving exploration.
"Mmmmmmmm," he groaned, oblivious to her torment. He went about extracting the flavor from her sweet cunt lips. "See. You haven't stopped wanting me. Why deprive yourself of it, Nina? Can't you see how badly you needed it? Christ." Lowering his mouth to her cunt, he resumed his frantic consumption.
Nina rocked on her high heels. Kirk delved into her snatch, opening it with his probing licks. He hugged her pulsing mound with his lips, gleaning its honey. Weakly, she replenished his supply. His ruffling slurps saturated her loins. She neared exhaustion as the tremors in her pussy mounted.
"I'm going to make you cum so hard," he promised, attacking her clit with a renewed vim. "You'll be screaming for more."
Bringing her to orgasm in a changing room wasn't the ideal site, but Nina was unable to resist him. Dodging that high speed tongue was futile. Even when she convinced herself of its insanity, her pussy swung immediately to his thirsty expression for another bout.
Kirk seemed almost satiated from gorging himself on her drenched cunt. That frenzied streak that possessed him appeared to have run its course and had just about burned through his system. Her orgasm, however, was relentlessly sought. That turbulence would not subside until she convulsed in his mouth.
He could have had her daughter-yet he chose her. She couldn't blame him for that decision. His appetite for women ran to the mature.
Nina clawed the walls as his authoritative strokes transported her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I'm almost there, baby-where you want me to be."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," he slobbered. "Mrnmmmmmmmm."
He disabled her power of speech with a few more darts, then sent her up in flames. Clenching her teeth, she hissed. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." Kirk smothered her seizure-ridden mound with his mouth, tonguing her most delicate area. Her clit throbbed from his volley of licks. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Nina collapsed in his arms. She dragged air into her lungs while he buried himself in her neck. She fought to compose herself, but the intensity of her climax precluded the effort. She heard Kirk fussing with his belt buckle and zipper during those dazed seconds.
"I've got to fuck you," he murmured. "I need some pussy. I know you wanted me to hold out for a week, but I just can't."
He crammed himself inside her before she could protest. That young, hard dick sent her in a frenzy. Nina slammed against the wall, holding her legs apart. Kirk plowed into her soaked passage, sustaining the momentum. The side of the stall shook from his penetrating thrusts. That stiff cock made her moan. Involuntarily, she shoved herself at it. Containing that pulsing monster-and keeping her cries to an acceptable level-was a major undertaking. Her emerging lust took precedence. Nothing seemed more crucial than getting stroked by his inflamed member.
"See what happens when you hold out on me, Nina." he groaned, shoving himself into her cunt. "I'm a wreck without you. Ahhhhhh. You feel so good in there. Oh, yeah. Soft and wet. Christ."
He closed his eyes and nailed her to the wall.
His pummeling strokes excited her. His balls dealt her satiny flesh one slap after another. She granted him that relief. She savored the hardness he ran through her juicy center. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.
Kirk exploded after a few minutes. The frustration had built to an intolerable point in his loins. "I knew I'd cum fast," he muttered through his contortions. "Ugggghhhhhhhhhh. There's so much of it. I've been saving it for you, baby. Ugggghhhh. Arrrgggghhhhhhh." He had her ass riveted to the wall while feeding her his ample discharge. Jism gushed into her receptive cunt.
Nina managed to get off during that last surge of power. Wrapping herself to that rock-like shaft, she moved her hips while focusing on achieving gratification. Lust rumbled through her loins. She slid back and forth, moaning. She clenched him, getting the most out of his erection. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. I'm cumming. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
After finishing, Nina issued him instructions. Kirk sat on the chair, vaguely listening. He was numb from that jolting release.
"Stay in this room for five minutes. Nancy is sure to be looking for me. She won't buy any story I manufacture if she sees you emerge."
He nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"Would you do me a favor?"
"Anything."
"Take Nancy out to dinner. Show her a nice time."
His placid expression instantly altered. Alarm rang from his blue eyes. "That's not a good idea."
"I'm not asking that you bed her. Simply show her a little attention."
"Jesus, Nina-we've been through all that."
"Please, Kirk." Her tone dropped to a husky level. "You can count on me showing my appreciation."
"Oh?"
Nina saw his cock twitch. "I think I had better get out of here."
"How about a fast preview?"
She shook her head. "I've got enough to explain. I'll expect your unequivocal devotion this evening at Tangerine's." She caressed his thigh. "Do we have a deal?"
"You strike a tough bargain, Nina."
"Payment will be sweet," she promised before slipping out of the room.