Chapter 3
Erica began to shed her clothes the moment she entered the door of her house. She much preferred nudity, and seldom wore clothes at home. By the time she reached her bedroom, she had her clothes draped over her arm and wore only her shoes. Casually, she tossed her clothes on the bed, kicked off her shoes and walked sprightly into the bathroom.
She looked forward to a leisurely, relaxing bubble bath, with something extra thrown in, before her 'date' for the evening arrived. She always put herself in the proper mood in advance so she didn't have to work at turning on in case the guy was a dud. Although she knew how to fake passion and orgasms, she hated doing it. She might use pussy to accomplish her goal, but she didn't have to act like a typical whore.
She removed her make-up while the tub filled. She climbed in, rested her head on a folded towel and closed her eyes. Would George be a good lover? Engineers were usually so stodgy and narrow-minded. Could he turn her inside out the way she liked? Would she have to coax him to lick her pussy? She hoped he had a pleasing cock.
Her last target had one of the most peculiar cocks she had ever seen-short and stubby, with a monstrous head. Fucking him was like trying to fuck an apple. He never did get the damn thing in her. That big head gave her clit a workout, but she missed being penetrated. If she only wanted her clit stimulated, a woman would do the job just as well. And women had much better imaginations.
She must remember to ask Jack how he arranged her liaisons. When she first started working for him, she had trouble imagining him pimping for her. But the evidence said otherwise. The men knew what to expect from her when they arrived, and usually had their gifts ready to present. Now that she knew Jack better, she could imagine most anything of him.
She wondered about Jack's marriage. She had never met his wife. Was she as shy and inhibited as he said? If so, why did he marry her? Maybe he only said that to justify fucking other women. Was it a marriage of convenience? Did she have money? Was she related to someone in his company who could help advance his career?
Maybe I should make a point of meeting the lady, she thought. I have a feeling that he is more my adversary than my friend. Knowing his wife just might help.
The water began to cool, and she opened the drain. She removed the pulsating shower head from the holder and set it for concentrated pulses. She propped one foot on the side of the tub to open her crotch wide and began to rub the head over her pussy. After a few moments, she held the head a few inches away and directed the water on her clit.
Her climax came promptly. As she expected, it didn't even weaken her knees. It began, crested and ebbed almost in the blink of an eye. It did, however, serve the purpose of blunting the edge of her lust and simultaneously whetting her longing for greater fulfillment.
She dried her voluptuous body briskly and went back into the bedroom. She strapped on the clitoral stimulator she affectionately called her Bumble Bee and set the control on the lowest setting. Then, still naked, she checked her video equipment. Each room was equipped with at least one low-light, high resolution miniature camera with a wide angle lens. The living room had three, and the bedroom had four. Although the equipment cost a bundle, she considered it a good investment.
The delicately buzzing Bumble Bee radiated hot vibes to her clit as she made her last minute checks. Her clit tingled delectably, heralding better things to come. She was ready for the rest of the self-indulgent ritual that would put her in the proper mood for the evening. She was glad that George was taking her out to dinner. She hated to eat alone. Cooking for one frustrated her. She usually ended up popping a bland TV dinner in the microwave.
She returned to her bedroom, got her trusty vibrator and lay down in the middle of the bed on her back. She caressed the vibrator as she lubricated it. She wished the head on the tool was larger. She liked cocks with bulging heads. She wondered if George's cock had a large knob. The size of a cock didn't really matter that much. Most of the men she had fucked over the years were about the same size. She had no reason, or right, to expect that George's cock would exceed the average. But an exquisitely sculpted cock-head positively made her mouth water and her pussy melt.
She adjusted the vibrator to the highest setting, spread her legs and touched the end of the device to the bottom of her slit. As she played the soft tip of the vibrator around the mouth of her cunt, she conjured up an image of George, naked, with his cock fully erect, standing by the bed ogling her wanton, lush body.
She pretended she was doing herself with the fake prick at his request, getting her pussy so hot and juicy that his cock would easily penetrate her to the core of her very existence.
The tip of the tool parted the thick lips of her pussy as she moved it slowly up her gash. She avoided her clit, running the soft plastic in a wide circle around the erect stud. She rubbed the tip through the abundant crisp curls covering her crotch, back between her labia, and down to her saturated hole again.
This time, she inserted the tool, gradually slipping the full length up her greedy quim. Holding it there, she let the insistent vibrations start the sensuous ripples of sensation that would soon spread over her body.
"Ahhhhhh, you feel so good, Dickie," she murmured. "Do me good, baby. Give me a good cum."
She'd named the vibrator after the first guy she fucked. A bumbling, inept young man, with a cock about the size of her index finger, who shot off after two quick humps. He refused to go down on her with her cunt full of cum, so she had to get herself off by hand. Needless to say, she never went out with him again.
Her hips began their subtle undulations as her body took over and dictated her actions. She pumped the tool in and out of her slick sex channel slowly, with a twist of her wrist. Her well-conditioned cunt muscles spontaneously clasped and relaxed around the pliant rod. She exercised her inner muscles daily with vibrators of different sizes. She learned the technique from an article in a magazine that recommended a pencil. Who could get off on a pencil? If she rubbed the eraser over her clit, would it make her prized pleasure button disappear?
"You're doing me good, Dickie. Keep up the good work and I just might adopt you."
She began to emphasize the twist of her wrist at the end of each stroke, reversing the motion as she pulled Dickie out of her liquefied twat. Too bad a man couldn't duplicate that action with his cock! Her pussy began to feel better and better. Her hips began to lift off the bed and rotate in wild gyrations. It was time for her next move. Easing Dickie out of her hot hole, she pushed his blunt nose up through her hairy slit, gradually sneaking up on her clitoris.
"Aaahhh, yes, you little bastard," she gasped. "Get it. Get my clit good! Make me cum, you fucker! Make me explode with delight!"
His nose generated tumultuous, heavy-duty responses in her clit. She tipped him over and rubbed her joy buzzer with the side of the shaft. The sensations began to amplify swiftly. Her ass began to heave up and down and twist round and round. She had to use both hands to hold him in place.
Her orgasm came with a furious rush. She nosed Dickie over and shoved him back into her soggy hole. She collared her clitoris between two fingers and began to frig herself feverishly, as she had done when she fucked Jack the day before. She squealed with rapture, cumming in her cunt and her clit simultaneously.
The dual orgasm was exactly the kind she treasured. And seldom got from a man. Still, it left her anticipating a good ride on George's hard cock. To paraphrase Mae West, a hard man is good to find.
Now that she had her motor running smoothly, she got up and dressed for her date.
She put on a black, form-fitting, mini-length sheath that showed lots of cleavage and most of her gorgeous gams. Under it, she wore only a black garter belt supporting sheer black hose. Being nude under the dress made her feel like a wanton woman, which added to the fun. She chose high heels to accentuate her shapely calves and foxy ass.
George was a tad under six feet, with light brown hair, brown eyes and a deep tan. Either he worked outside a lot, or he spent a lot of time tanning his hide in a salon.
"Hello," he said. "I'm George." He handed her a large bouquet of roses, then seemed undecided what to do next.
Erica gave him an alluring smile. "I'm Erica."
She laid the flowers on the hall table and solved his dilemma by kissing him. His lips came alive under the sensual contact. The tip of his tongue caressed her lush lips. She opened her mouth and his tongue quickly entered and began to explore.
Erica stepped back, drew a deep breath and laughed lightly. "Whew, you sure know how to kiss."
"You look terrific," he said earnestly. "Whatever perfume you're wearing, it makes you smell fabulous. And you look so damn sexy. I know I'm being bold, but why don't we stay here so I can eat you?"
"You don't sound like the engineers I usually meet!" She patted his cheek and chuckled. "You shouldn't eat your dessert before the main course," she said softly.
"My Granddaddy always did. Said he didn't want to get filled up with the other stuff and not have room for the best part of the meal."
"I'm more traditional," she said. "Dinner first, then we'll see how it goes." She gave him another quick kiss on the lips. "I like your style. Come in while I put these lovely flowers in water. You can leave your briefcase in the hall, if you wish. That way, you won't forget it later."
His choice of restaurant pleased her. She wondered if he was putting on the dog, or he sincerely liked her. "You have good taste," she said. "Tell me about yourself."
"What's to tell?" he replied with a shrug. "I've never been married, I'm a construction engineer, and I never thought I would have the pleasure of dating such a beautiful woman."
"You have a glib tongue," she said with a soft laugh. "Maybe later we'll see how well you can use it for other things. A construction engineer, huh? That explains your beautiful tan."
"Yeah, most of my work is outside. I also spend as much time as possible at a nudist park."
"Really? I think going to a nudist park would be neat. Maybe you would take me sometime."
His eyes riveted on her chest. "Unless you're wearing an awful lot of padding under that dress, you would cause a riot."
"You're an engineer. You figure out how I could be wearing a lot of padding and still show so much skin."
"My point exactly," he said. He forced his eyes up and grinned. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to stare."
"A lady doesn't mind if the proper man stares at her." Erica smiled coyly. "I read that a lady is one who never shows her underwear unintentionally."
"As far as I can tell, you aren't wearing underwear. On top, anyway."
"My point exactly," she replied, giving his own remark back to him. "You'll have to wait to see what I have on the bottom."
"Whatever it is, it must be lovely. Forgive me. I'm being bold and we hardly know each other."
"I won't hold it against you."
He grinned and took another chance. "What I most want you to hold against me is your fantastic body," he quipped.
"Ouch," she teased. "Your puns are terrible."
"I'm an engineer, not a writer of wit. I didn't know what to expect when Jack set this up."
Good. He brought up Jack. Now she could mention him without awkwardness. "Blind dates can be murder. I hope I exceed your worst expectations. You must do something outstanding for Jack to be interested in you."
"Jack is what the business world calls a shark. He's always on the lookout for an opportunity to make money. I developed a new process for building walls that is much cheaper and a lot stronger. He thinks it can be adapted to build other things, like highways, for example. His company isn't in the construction business, he can make money by licensing other companies to use the process."
"Sounds like Jack," Erica said. "What did he tell you about me?"
"That you're a good friend. I don't usually accept blind dates. He built you up so much, I just had to see for myself. He didn't do a good enough job. He never used the word superb, and he should have."
She patted his hand and smiled. "George, let me tell you a little something about the way a woman's mind works. Generally, if she knows the man, she knows when she accepts a date whether she's going to give him the only thing he really wants from her. If it's a blind date, or a man she knows, but has never dated, she knows within the first thirty minutes. More often than not, men talk themselves out of bed, not into it. I love the compliments. What woman in her right mind wouldn't? But don't try too hard. Okay?"
"I'm not trying at all," he assured her. "I'm not in the habit of saying things I don't mean, or saying things just to gain some advantage. You made up your mind the moment you saw me. I'm not going to ask what you decided."
Their food arrived and they fell to it with gusto. George kept refilling her wine glass and Erica did her best to stay ahead of him. When there was nothing but scraps left on her plate, she sat back and sighed contentedly.
"Delicious," she said. "I'll have to work out every day for a month to get rid of all the calories. I didn't mean to make a pig of myself, but it was simply too good to leave."
"You might as well eat it all," he said. "They don't give doggie bags here. Ready for dessert?"
"Good Lord no!" she exclaimed. "I couldn't eat another bite."
"They serve extraordinary Cherries Jubilee." He grinned. "But Jack said that you prefer cheesecake. I know a little coffee house that has cheesecake to die for. Interested?"
"Why don't you call me for another date and we'll go there?" She lifted one eyebrow. "If you're going to be in town for a while."
"Hard to tell," he answered honestly.
He settled the bill and escorted her to the car. The cool night breeze blew under her short dress and made her pussy tingle. She felt more risque than she had in weeks. She suddenly looked forward to fucking this man.
"Would you like to go dancing?" he asked.
"Not really," she replied quietly. "It's nice of you to ask, but you had something else in mind earlier." She put her hand on the top of his thigh and squeezed gently. She felt content, with an abundant measure of anticipation mixed in. "Unless you've changed your mind, why don't you take me home and let me make your wish come true?"