Chapter 7
Nancy van Plante was at a disadvantage-and hadn't the slightest idea why. Garbed in a stunning black, backless dress, she had expected more than a complimentary remark. Kirk failed to lavish her with the attention she sought. He browsed at her pert breasts and slim legs, but his concentration was plainly elsewhere.
He had no idea the trouble she had gone through to put some sizzle in her appearance. An hour was spent simply doing her makeup-and several more were devoted to her hair. She perfumed herself in a scent guaranteed to invoke the animal in any man-and saw no sign of that ability.
What was wrong with her? Why did she have poor luck with men? She envied her mother. Nina received all the attention when they were at Tangerine's. An alluring woman, she sparkled behind the bar. Men drooled over her cleavage. At forty-four, Nina effortlessly enchanted the opposite sex. Nancy longed for some of that power.
Her dinner engagement with Kirk almost seemed perfunctory. She couldn't understand why he bothered to extend an invitation in the first place. Lingering silence punctuated their sparse discussion. Nancy probed for some morsel of knowledge that could be expanded upon. Kirk's lack of cooperation was a source of frustration. He did not excel in the art of conversation. He furnished an uninspired account of his college years, a mundane description of his job and an abbreviated list of personal interests. His parents were scarcely given a mention. Nancy heard nothing of his hobbies, favorite sports-nothing that could serve as a foundation.
When Nancy was at the point where she questioned her original attraction, his handsome face and athletic body provided the answer. His rugged beauty and mesmerizing blue eyes overturned any negative conclusion. She fathomed a sense of his virility.
Nancy had experienced few men in bed. Peter moved the earth beneath her. Another-Brian-stumbled upon some hot buttons. In all, Nancy's background was limited. Typically cautious about pursuing pleasure, she selected her lovers carefully. Nancy was not quick about hopping in the sack with just anyone.
She was, however, anxious about adding Kirk to the pages of her sexual history. She believed he would make a magnificent entry.
"Would you care for some coffee?" he asked at the end of the meal.
"In fact, I would-at my mother's place."
Kirk's pulse accelerated. His memory of Nancy's grope was much too fresh. "Why go through the fuss of making it? We can enjoy it here."
"Frankly, I'd like to be alone with you."
Kirk held his tongue. Nina had secured his promise, and he was a man of his word. Nancy would be leaving in a few days, allowing his relationship with her mother to shift back to a passionate mode. "Sure. That sounds fine."
Nancy's pulse fluttered. Her goal of getting Kirk in the feathers was about to be realized. She resolved not to let her zealousness burst through her expression. A splash of cold water on her face would do the trick. "I'll go powder my nose while you get the check."
Kirk motioned to their server while Nancy scampered off to the ladies room. He planned to stay long enough for a cup or two before offing himself into the night. According to Nina, stud service was optional-and since he had no inclination to offer it, Nancy would invariably get the message.
It wasn't as though he hadn't found her attractive. Nancy was the spitting image of Nina-except for that seasoned lusciousness that drove him wild. Nina had a succulent beauty and world-class sensuality. Those attributes weren't prevalent in a younger woman. A man of his fertile years disliked coping with emotional insecurity and an inflated attitude. Younger women were essentially a hassle. Their lack of confidence drove them to desperate measures; they hadn't the benefit of time to develop sophistication, which he felt made them superior lovers.
When he was with Nina, everything seemed perfect. She was a ravishing woman devoid of the character flaws commonly found in his ex-fianc', Ashley Winncrest. Thank God, Nina differed so widely from that immature woman. Although Ashley possessed stunning radiance, she required a constant reassurance which Kirk deemed taxing. Unwilling to invest that kind of negative energy in a marriage, he canceled their wedding. His revolt shocked his parents. Rather than placate them, he moved out of their sprawling Lake Forest home and took his own apartment in the Lincoln Park area of Chicago. His meager salary as an insurance adjustor paid the rent. He received no allowance to supplement his expenses, nor were there implications to his parents that his financial obligations were scarcely met by his paltry earnings. Kirk elected to be self-governing, and made his own choices in every respect.
Nina happened to be the love of his life. He doubted his parents would approve, but that mattered little to him. He would relinquish his inheritance before renouncing his affections for Nina. The age difference was irrelevant. He was anesthetized to the fact that more than twenty years stood between them.
He would do anything Nina wished, as long as he had her love in return. If bolstering her daughter's fractured confidence was his assignment, then he would complete it to the best of his abilities.
He read the anticipation in Nancy's expression during their return trip. Her eyes flashed meaningfully at regular intervals. The body language she employed alluded to seduction. The crossing of her legs, followed by a suggestive sweep of her thigh supported that impression. Though a constant reminder of Nina surfaced in her gestures, Kirk hungered for the Real McCoy.
Kirk retained his detached demeanor. He thought it insensitive to lead her on by placing an arm around her shoulders or subduing the tone of his voice. Those kinds of misrepresentations could get him into trouble with Nina. He merely wished to be Nancy's friend-nothing more.
Nancy fetched the coffee. Her speed in preparing it brought a smile. The young woman was tenacious. Settling back on the futon, he accepted the cup she brandished. Nancy seated herself beside him on the floor. Nina's capacity to maintain an unfurnished apartment tickled him. She found no reason to spend money on a sofa and a few chairs. Since the futon and her stacked mattresses served the purpose, he gave no argument.
Soft music played in the background. Nancy switched on Nina's radio. The lights were dimmed. The setting was conducive to seduction.
Kirk braced himself for Nancy's assault, which was sure to come. The flare in her eyes dominated her serene composure. Sipping her coffee, she engaged in lingering gazes. At length, she calmly abandoned her cup. Her intent was plain.
"Don't you like me, Kirk?" she suddenly asked.
"Sure. You're a very sweet girl."
"Please don't refer to my disposition," she huskily petitioned. Uncertain how to impart the sum of her feelings tastefully, she boldly forged ahead. "I mean.. .do you find me physically appealing?"
He chose a direct approach. Addressing the situation any other way would be a fatal mistake. "What man wouldn't?" he feigned amusement. "I'm not blind. You have a great deal to offer."
"Then why have you avoided taking me to bed?"
Nancy's candid manner left him little room for negotiation. Subtlety was apparently not an option. "I guess that's the classic scenario: a guy meets a pretty girl and tries to lure her in the sack. By now, you've learned I don't operate in that fashion. I prefer getting acquainted with someone before embarking upon intimacy."
"You're stealing my line," she whispered. "That's something I would expect another woman to say-not a man." Her hand drifted to his thigh. "I'm unashamed to admit that you excite me. I've known that the moment we met."
Nancy's fingertips distributed an electrical charge. Kirk clenched his teeth. He hadn't expected those rippling jolts. Nina customarily generated that special effect. "I'm flattered."
"I want more than your acknowledgment, Kirk." She steered his legs apart. Her hand centered over his crotch. "I want this."
Kirk swallowed roughly. "I don't think this is a good idea. Your mother could walk in-"
"Are you kidding? We've got hours before
Tangerine's shuts down operation. We'll be completely alone-and naked."
Visions of Nancy's undraped flesh shimmered in his mind. He was remotely curious to see her without clothes, yet struggled to retain his loyalty to Nina. "I don't feel comfortable about it, Nancy. Please understand. It's not as though I don't appreciate your gift. I simply can't accept it."
"You're talking nonsense," Nancy assured him, disengaging his belt. She guided it through its metal buckle without faltering. "Let me change your mind."
Kirk speechlessly watched her unzip his fly. He was afraid of insulting her. Part of him wanted to seize her wrists while offering gentle discouragement-the other was inquisitive as to her prowess.
In the end, he took no action. Nancy would have to defeat his defense mechanism, if that was possible. Kirk prided himself on the issue of fidelity.
Nancy took control of the event. She opened his pants and found the flaccid shape of his cock tucked inside his undergarment. Kirk actively resisted her. Hardly daunted, she pulled off his cotton briefs. His dormant equipment burned beneath her intense study. Though it was limp, she couldn't help getting aroused.
Letting out her tongue, she slurped the head. His dick hadn't stirred a fraction. A second and third lick were dispensed while she glanced at his stable countenance. Not even a flicker of excitement could be detected.
Nancy wrapped her lips around his soft dick, then began to pump him in earnest. Her tongue took part in stimulating him. She extended warmth and moisture to his defiant member. She stroked his hair-dusted thighs, exuding an invigorating touch. Tremulous muscle was found beneath her roving fingertips.
Kirk saw his will power dwindle. He fought the temptation of those infectious licks, but his durability waned. The air in his lungs became trapped. The hot tickle she effected took root.
Nancy purred at her success. She drew out Kirk's length with her caressing lips. Each pass of her saliva-rich mouth caused him to swell. Mmmmmmm. Unable to ignore the call of her luxuriant tongue, he grew in size. Her tormenting darts made him hard. Grabbing more in her silken clasp, she pulled on his burgeoning cock. She mewled at his solidification.
"Jesus," Kirk muttered, his head lolling to the side. His senses were askew. "Ahhhhhhh."
Through her furtive licks, Nancy had his cock at full extension and at the height of pulsing glory. It gleamed with her spit trickling down its throbbing span.
She fell back on her haunches. "Are you going to run away," she whispered in a sassy tone, tossing her hair over her shoulder, "or will you take it like a man?"
Kirk was stricken. He gazed down at himself. Nancy summoned a ferocious beat. His cock stood between his legs, anxious for another round. Her tingling spit dribbled from his bloated crown.
Nancy's lips curved. "Good. I'm going to give you the best blow job you ever had."
Kirk was unaccustomed to being first. He traditionally attended to Nina's needs before fulfilling his own. Nancy altered that routine with a flick of her tongue. She traced the map of veins, lavishing bubbly warmth on his erect cock. Her vibrant tip caused him to suck air through his teeth. The urge to seize her head and feed himself to those puckering lips was not easily subdued.
"Mmmmmmmm," Nancy hummed, proving an intoxicating rush.
He scrutinized the wriggling path of her tongue. She traveled from the rotund knob, dabbed lathered saliva over the vein of his underside, and ended in a flourish at his balls. Her exquisite flicks over his sensitive cock propelled his adrenaline.
Nancy was not quick to take him into her mouth. She treated him to an extensive session of curling licks. His erection had taken effort; she wanted to assure herself of his enduring strength. Her slurps were designed to preserve his frenzied state. Latching onto him would soon be a reality. Mmmmmmm.
She clasped his muscled thighs, leveraging herself between them. Her tits swung pendulously before his vacant eyes. Without disconnecting her tongue, she lowered the top of her dress. The pink nubs promptly surged for his exclusive view.
Kirk followed the delicate activity of her tongue. His concentration faded when its serpentine touch intensified. Ahhhhhhhhh. She looked gorgeous, lapping him to distraction. Her light strokes had his blood boiling. She coated his dick with a shiny layer of drool. Her lazy slurps were of feline quality.
His cock was fully engorged. He groaned as she perpetuated her fluttering onslaught. That tongue swept over him in shimmering waves, disbursing liquid heat. The skin of his aggravated member could barely contain his pulsing excitement.
He recalled how he had seduced Nina the first night they were together. She writhed on the futon, moaning from his oral worship. He fucked her with his tongue, then his cock.
Nina's pussy had been wildly receptive.
Having her daughter at his feet, sucking his dick, seemed a bizarre reversal.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Kirk murmured as foamy drool was slapped over his balls. The breath went out of him. She gave them a pleasurable wet-down. Nancy's technique, at the very least, was gut-wrenching.
Nancy kept her word. She supplied Kirk a series of licks and kisses that had his meter jumping. She was orally accomplished. Spidery webs of saliva extended from his domed head to her adoring lips. She broke those strings with another pampering lash.
Christ! His dick was soaked.. .and he didn't want her to stop.
Nancy glanced at Kirk. His eyes were moist and sightless. She noted his fists, which clenched the side of the futon. He lifted himself toward her mouth, pleading for enclosure. Her efforts hadn't amounted to a fruitless exercise. Kirk genuinely wanted her.
Having sufficiently showered him with sloppy kisses, she pulled his cockhead into her mouth. A tight suck immediately resulted.
Kirk threw his head back. "Oh, Jesus, baby. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Nancy took him in one gasping mouthful after another until his entire member disappeared in her face. Her ardor was fully unleashed. She surrounded his balls with her hands while stroking him with her lips. His plump crown was smashed to the roof of her mouth, while his underside received a sweet flogging.
Kirk reacted strongly to each gulp of him she took. Fire raced through his loins. She shifted from delicacy to a sizzling execution. Working him into a feverish pucker, she stuffed all that was possible into her face. He watched her swallow his cock. From her powerful clench, he suspected she hadn't had some in quite a while. The pull of those lips prompted his need for additional air. He dragged fresh oxygen into his lungs. Nancy's stimulating ploy interfered with that ability. Ahhhhhhhh. The rotation of her dainty thumbs caused him to fade in and out of reality.
Everything about Nancy's mouth was real. There was no escaping that fact.
Nancy caressed Kirk's sinew-rich thighs while deep-throating him. Mmmmmm. She loved his manly textures. The gold fuzz pricked her senses. His tortured look enhanced her pleasure. She could feel the disturbance magnifying in his loins when she hugged his dick with her mouth.
"Mmmmm," she droned with exaggeration, noticing that those vibrations accentuated his contortions. She rubbed him faster, causing his hips to shift. Her lips scaled his cock, from below the jutting rim of his swollen crown to the stout trunk.
Kirk couldn't manage another minute in that sucking furnace. Nancy had him at a handicap. He simply didn't have the endurance. His energies began to flag. His conscious thoughts dulled when he was at the convulsive level. The compulsion to relieve himself in Nancy's capable mouth was strong.
Without a single hesitation, he cupped the back of Nancy's head, then fed her his hot cum. "Ugggggghhhhhh. Ugggghhhhhhhh."
Nancy did not take exception to Kirk's urgency. She gladly downed the dense seed he ejected. Her throat muscles functioned to facilitate its flow. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Kirk was a veritable fount, spurting the fluid she craved. Furious jets emptied from his cum slit.
He howled in joy as her lips milked him. She savored the hot collection in her mouth, letting it slosh about on her tongue before swallowing it.
Kirk groaned when she squeezed the final measure of his load. Nancy gave him enormous pleasure with her mouth. She sucked him to gut-straining orgasm. It had been the best head he could remember getting to date.
When Nancy took her lips away, she observed Kirk's lasting hard-on. The wrenching spasms he underwent hadn't diminished its stiffness. She gazed longingly at it, confident it could do the job of satisfying her.
Slowly, she rose to her feet. Reaching behind, she undid the zipper of her dress. Its tantalizing sound pricked Kirk's ears. Her bare shoulders came into view, then her pear-shaped tits. The black dress finally made its stimulating slide over her hips, then dropped to her feet. Nancy's black panties solely remained.
Kirk groaned, stroking his unwavering erection. Her body was reminiscent of her mother's except in its reduced curves. Nina was far more rounded than Nancy.
Her panties came off during his dream-like study. The brown ringlets south of her navel were noticeably damp. He caught her womanly scent. Her cunt lips snagged the silk material; after a gentle tug, the luscious aroma wafted. Liquid desire clung to those glistening folds. He could tell of her voracious appetite.
Unable to resist her, Kirk held his arms out. He wanted very much to pleasure her with his cock.
"Yes," Nancy purred, climbing onto his lap. Dragging her bare ass across his sturdy thighs, she smiled. The blond hair on them jolted her senses. She fondled his biceps, then brushed them with her lips.
The excitement within Kirk mounted. He shifted anxiously beneath her feathery caress.
The blunt end of his dick prodded the crack of her ass. She felt his impatience of wanting to get into her. The orgasm she previously induced was merely an appetizer-something to take the edge off his hunger; fucking that nice cock of his would be the main course.
Nancy lifted herself above his rigid shaft, then endeavored to capture it with her wet pussy. She missed in her first attempt, then corrected her aim. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, yes. You're so hard for me. So very hard. Ohhhhhh. Oh, Kirk." Her mouth dropped open and eyes rolled as she sank onto him. "Oh, God. Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Kirk grit his teeth as he slid into her crushing warmth. Her snatch fastened to him with sucking power. Leaning back on the futon, he accepted its vigorous clamp. "Oh Jesus. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
Nancy could really feel him inside her. The air rushed from her lungs. She dug her nails into his shoulders, savoring the moment. Kirk's pounding manhood was buried in her snatch. She anchored herself to it, sighing at the kiss of his balls.
"Ride me," he gasped. "Ride me, baby. Ride my stiff cock."
Her ass went up and down on his lap. The lips. She let him fuck her mouth until she heard him groaning noisily and knew he had reached the moment of crisis. She pulled her mouth away quickly.
"Oh, fuck, baby, I'm about to cum!" he cried. "Don't stop now!"
She clutched his shaft in her dainty fist and jerked rapidly. His pulsing prick spurted furiously. She closed her eyes and pumped his prick dynamically. His warm jizz splattered all over her face.
"Damn, baby, that feels so fucking good," he groaned.
She smiled and stripped his cock down, milking the last drop of hot cream from him. She had cum all over her face, several large gobs on her tits and a big drop clinging to her upper lip.
Her tongue curled out of her open mouth, gathered up the drop, and disappeared back inside. She closed her mouth, swallowed and licked her lips. She wiped up as much as she could with her fingers and licked them clean. She looked at him and smiled.
"You sure made a mess."
"Yeah," he replied with a big grin. "But it's your fault."
She giggled. "I like it. Got enough left for a good fuck?"
"Damn right I do! After I shoot my first load, I can fuck for hours."
Extending his tongue, he caught the swollen nipples that swung close to his face and nipped them with his lips. An electric current bolted through Nancy. She bore down on that hard spike, moaning as it dug into her juicy center. Ohhhhhhhh. Kirk's rigidity was getting her off. She detected thriving life trapped between her legs. Pistoning her hips and grinding her ass to his balls, she derived total satisfaction.
"This is what I needed," she whispered. "God, I love it."
"You're incredible," Kirk hoarsely admitted.
"How much of this can you handle? I'm so hungry for you, I don't think once will be enough."
"I want more, too."
"Good. I'm just getting started. Ohhhhhhhh. It's been quite a while for me."
"Let me make up for lost time."
She hadn't been on him for more than five minutes when her first orgasm occurred. It coincided with his. Neither could contain the furious tremors simmering deep inside. Nancy constricted about his thrusting cock, then went into a convulsion. She freely vented her orgasmic screams.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she sobbed, bouncing violently on his muscled thighs. Fever raged through her body. "I'm cumming. Oh, Kirk, you're making me cum. Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, God.
Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhh."
Kirk had hoped to explode at her next interval, but that wasn't to be the case. He fired jism into her snug pussy. "Uggggghhhhh. Ugggghhhhhh. Ugggghhhhhh. Uggghhhhhh."
Woozy, Nancy fell against him: The intensity of orgasm taxed her to the limit. Kirk catapulted her pleasure to peak levels. She knew in several moments, her head would clear and her energies would be restored. For the interim, she wanted to snuggle with that delicious man and convey her joy.
Kirk groaned from Nancy's stream of loving kisses. The aftermath was equally enjoyable. He pulled her tightly against his body and returned her affection.
"I knew it would be incredible," she whispered. "I'm so sorry it took so long to come about."
"You mean, with your leaving in a few days?"
She nodded.
"I'm sorry, too." His sentiment was genuine. Apart from his attachment to her mother, he sincerely enjoyed getting to know Nancy. The night had provided some delightful discoveries.
Her eyes flashed. "Perhaps something could be arranged. I could shift my principle location to Chicago. In fact, relocation can play nicely in that scheme."
Kirk went numb. "You would be willing to relocate?"
"The more I think about it, I want to stay." Oh, Jesus, he silently muttered.