Chapter 10
Jordy's eyes lit up as soon as Carole opened the door for him. She stepped back and let him look at her. She had dressed especially for him, and hoped he noticed.
"Oh, man, I love that dress!" he exclaimed softly, with boyish enthusiasm.
She flushed slightly, just enough that a careful observer could detect the change in her skin coloring. Then she smiled-a smile that said she was both pleased and a bit embarrassed at the same time. She drew herself up to her full height of five feet, six inches, pushed her chest out and displayed her fine tits.
Her dress was a clingy, crocheted affair that showed every curve, dip, nook and cranny of her shapely body. She wore nothing under it but her own lustrous skin. Her blonde pussy hair and her pinkish nipples were clearly visible under the tan material. As his eyes roved over her with burning intensity, her nipples hardened and poked through the tiny holes.
"Glad you like it. It's just an old thing I found in the back of my closet. Haven't worn it in years."
She had worn it only once before. She bought it to wear for her ex-husband. After his negative reaction to it, she hid it in the back of her closet and never wore it again.
She looked down at her hot, swollen nipples. She lifted her eyes and smiled weakly. She had the sudden feeling that she'd done wrong by wearing the dress again, even for a young man who wasn't hung-up as badly as Ralph. Then she saw the lust in his eyes and knew it had been a good choice.
"It's nothing but a bunch of holes held together with string," she said, attempting to make a joke of her reckless display.
"Interesting description. And I would describe what's under it as absolutely gorgeous." He held out a bouquet of wild flowers-Blue Bells, Indian Paintbrush, Columbine. "Flowers for a lovely lady," he said shyly.
"Oh, Jordy, thank you!", she said, surprised and pleased. She hadn't expected such a gracious gesture from the young man. "They're beautiful."
"Passed a lady selling them on a street corner," he said. "Thought you might like them."
"Oh, I do. It's such a sweet thing to do."
Jordy looked uncomfortable. Her remark made him feel less than masculine, a feeling he had always had trouble handling.
"And here I stand like a dummy," Carole said. "Come on in. Make yourself comfortable while I put these in water."
She returned to the living room a few minutes later and put the vase on a small table at one end of the room. He watched her walk across the room, his eyes avidly drinking in her beauty. He felt his prick begin to stir in his pants. On the way over, he wondered what she would serve for dinner, whether or not she was a good cook. Suddenly, food didn't matter. His mouth watered for a different dish entirely.
She turned to face him and drifted partway across the room to where he sat in a big chair. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Would you like a drink?"
"What are you having?"
"White wine. I have a fully stocked bar if that isn't manly enough for you," she said, half-teasing, half-serious.
"No, white wine will be fine. I might not eat quiche, but I do drink wine."
"What if I told you that we're having quiche? Would you refuse to eat with me?" Her eyes sparkled. She was enjoying herself. She hadn't fixed dinner for a man in a long time.
She had just enough of a domestic side to her personality that she liked to cook for a man.
His eyes roved up and down her body, then settled on her crotch. He said softly, "You could leave out 'with' and I would be perfectly happy."
"Why, Jordy! You say the boldest things!" She lowered her eyes, blushed, then locked her eyes with his. "And the nicest things, too. Would you really like to eat me?"
"Before or after dinner? Or both?"
Her pussy fluttered and filled with warm liquid. He seemed to be reading her mind. She invited him to her home, into her web, so she could induce him to eat her. She hadn't had a tongue in her pussy in such a long, long time. Far too long, in her opinion.
"Don't give me such a choice," she said softly. "We might never get around to eating dinner."
"So? I'm looking at the finest gourmet meal a man could wish for."
She didn't respond for several seconds. Her mind careened wildly all over the landscape. She had a strong mental image of his head between her legs, his tongue actively licking her wet slit and delving into her hot hole.
"We'd better eat dinner first, dear. We're both going to need our strength. You can have me for dessert."
"And a midnight snack. And breakfast."
"Stop before you ruin my taste for food!" She thought for a moment about how to phrase her next comment. "I've always wondered what it would be like to have a man who wanted me more than anything else. Are you just toying with me, or do you mean that?"
"I mean every word of it. I've never met a woman who turned me on the way yo do."
"Better be careful, Jordy. You might end up making a commitment of some kind."
"Uh huh, I just might." He grinned, attempting to lighten the mood. "How about that glass of wine you promised?"
She pulled her thoughts away from sex and back to the reality of the moment. This young man suddenly sounded wise and mature beyond his years. It had not occurred to her that things might progress this far with him. She had started this affair only to get the sexual gratification that a healthy young stud could give her. He had just planted a further idea in her mind.
"Sure. Coming right up."
Her thoughts continued to whirl as she poured the wine. She handed one to him, then took his hand. "Come with me," she said softly. "I want to show you something."
He accompanied her down the hall, holding her hand. He thought she was going to skip dinner and take him up on his offer to eat her pussy. He felt disappointment about missing dinner. His stomach growled faintly. He hoped she hadn't heard the embarrassing sound.
She opened the door to one of the rooms and led him inside. She stepped aside and looked at him. "Do you think you would be comfortable in this room?"
He didn't see anything special about the room. It looked like an ordinary bedroom. Tastefully decorated, exhibiting neither masculine nor feminine decor, but a bedroom nonetheless. He looked around, stalling for time, trying to understand the meaning behind her question. He remained perplexed.
She knew that he didn't understand her question. She smiled tenderly. "Let me put it another way. If you were going to live here, with me, would this do for you bedroom?"
His face registered a wide range of emotions, from surprise to doubt to bewilderment to confusion.
"This is so sudden," he said. "I didn't expect you to make such an offer."
"And I didn't expect to make it. Don't answer now," she said. "Think about it for a while. As long as you need. I won't push you."
She took his hand and led him back to the dining room. "You sit here." She pulled out the chair. "And I'll sit right over there." She nodded to a chair across the table from his. "I'll bring dinner." She called from the kitchen, "I hope you aren't too terribly hungry. I thought about serving oysters and all those things, then decided you didn't need that to.. . . "
She left the sentence hanging and brought in a large platter containing a large roast, small red potatoes, and steamed asparagus. As she set it in the middle of the table, she said, "Hope you like prime rib roast. I forgot to ask what you eat."
He grinned when he looked at the vegetable. "Are you testing me to see if I eat vegetables? Truth is, I eat lots of things." He didn't mean it to be a sexual innuendo.
She turned it into one. "I hope so," she softly. "I'm looking forward to it. Would you like to carve the meat?"
During dinner, she led the conversation around to him and got him started talking about himself. She ate sparingly. She didn't like to fuck on a full stomach. She'd heard the old joke about men stuffing and mounting their dates, meaning feed them a good dinner then fuck them. She preferred to be mounted without the stuffing. Except for her pussy, of course. She thoroughly enjoyed getting that stuffed full. And she knew from experience that he had the right stuffing for her.
When he finished, she said, "You go in the living room. I'll clear the table and get after-dinner drinks. Do you like brandy?"
"Oh, yes. Good brandy." Before she could respond, he continued, "That didn't sound right. I didn't mean that you would serve cheap stuff. It just slipped out."
Her anger settled back down. "No problem. We don't know each other well yet. Those things will happen. I have Courvoisier VSOP. Will that do?"
He arched one eyebrow and whistled softly. "Will it ever!" He looked around the table. "Want some help with this? Guess you could say that I have a domestic side. I know how to cook and wash dishes."
"I don't wash dishes. The machine does. I'm not hung on the domestic side of life. You go. I'll join you shortly."
She joined him a few minutes later and gave him a glass of cognac. She sat on his lap and put one arm around his neck.
"I've been pretty bold with you today," she said. "Does it bother you?"
"It never did before, with girls my age," he admitted sheepishly.
"Hmmm, that's just too damned bad," she said teasingly. "Pretend that I'm younger."
"I can't. You're far superior to the girls my age."
"Oh, my, you do say the sweetest things."
She kissed him tenderly. Her tongue snaked between his lips and began to explore, moving around slowly, touching every part of his mouth. Her plush, yielding lips came alive as she kissed him harder. She broke the kiss and began to lick his lips.
"I like to lick things," she murmured. "Guess I'm very oral, huh?"
"Guess so," he whispered. He shivered as her soft tongue tip played back and forth over his lips. She was turning him on something fierce. "You certainly were this morning."
He put his hands on her knee and she automatically opened her legs. She glanced down as he pushed the hem of her dress up, then lifted her eyes to his again. She stared into his eyes as he slowly inched his hand upward. He put his hand on the inside of her shapely thigh and caressed the smooth flesh.
"So smooth and hot," he murmured. "So elegant."
"Flattery will get you anything you want," she whispered.
He could swear that he could feel heat radiating from her pussy. He returned her gaze, watched her eyes change color as his hand got closer and closer to her mossy mound.