100 Women Volume One (3 page)

"
All done?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." I rubbed my hands
together. "Let's go into the living room."

I invited her to be
seated, and she chose to sit in what was the least cushioned chair
in the room, with her hands folded across her lap. She remained
nervous. Realistically, who could blame her? The standing order had
to remain
steady as she goes,
don't rush it.

I took the info/survey
sheet from her and, without even glancing at it, placed it face
down on a nearby coffee table. That was for later. Right now, there
were baby steps to be taken. The first step was to touch her. Just
touch her. Anywhere.

I knelt down next to her
chair so that her head was higher than mine. Allowing her to look
down, literally, on me was one way to give her a feeling of
strength that might dispel at least some of the fear.

"Are you comfortable
here?" I asked in a calming tone.

"Yeah." Her voice was
quiet, almost inaudibly meek.

"Good. If, at any time,
anything makes you uncomfortable, you just have to say so and it'll
stop…immediately. That's the promise from me to you."

I emphasized the point
ever so slightly by gently patting her hand with mine. It was just
a hand, but I was touching her. It was the first touch since the
wimpy handshake when we met. She didn't flinch. So far, the
touching was all right.

"Nothing will happen here
unless you say it's okay," I continued. "I have to have your
permission to do anything. Anything at all. Understand?"

"Yeah."

"For example...if I wanted
to take my hand that's currently resting on yours and move it to,
say, your tummy—I'd first have to ask permission. And then, only if
you said it was okay, could I do that. See how it
works?"

"Yeah."

"Okay then. Let's try it.
I'm asking your permission now. May I please put my hand on your
tummy? Just right here on top of your shirt." I clarified the
request by patting my own stomach to indicate the exact location.
"May I do that?"

Annie's lips were dry. She
gave them a quick lick to moisten them and quietly uttered,
"Okay."

Slowly, I lifted my hand
from her hand and placed it delicately on her stomach.

She looked at the hand
resting on her belly and expelled a little puff of breath. As if
hypnotized, she watched my hand riding slightly up and down on her
midsection as her belly expanded and contracted with her breathing.
She made no sound nor gave any indication that she was ready to
call this off. I proceeded at the proverbial snail's pace, but I
was making progress.

"That okay?"

She nodded.

"Does my hand feel warm
there?"

She nodded
again.

"
Too warm?"

"No. Don't you need that
paper?" she asked, pointing at the info/survey sheet resting face
down on the coffee table.

"Later," I replied, with
matter-of-fact nonchalance. "Nothing that's on that sheet is going
to happen now. So I don't need it." I wanted her to have the
assurance that she could give further permissions at this early
stage without fear of it progressing too far too fast.

"I'm going to ask for
another permission now," I continued. "May I softly rub your belly
with my hand?"

She looked down at her
midsection and consented with a whisper. "Okay."

Again, very slowly, I
began to move my hand in a soft petting fashion over her stomach.
She was still fully dressed, and my hand felt only the fabric of
her shirt. Still, I could see in her face that she didn't dislike
the feeling of her belly being stroked.

"That feels good, doesn't
it?" I asked in a way that was more a statement than a
question.

She just nodded her head
as she watched my hand move back and forth over her shirt. I let
the soft pads of my fingers sometimes dance a bit as they crept
over her midsection. Then, during one stroke in the direction away
from me, I allowed the fingers to curl under to let the back of the
digits glide over her belly. I sensed a slight tensing in her body,
but not a bad tensing. This was her body's reaction to sensual
touch. On her lips, I saw the first hint of a smile.

"You like that, don't
you?"

Annie looked at me. She
knew she'd been caught smiling. She became self conscious and
immediately cast her eyes downward and forced the smile to
disappear.

"
Why are you trying to hide your smile?" I cooed, sounding a
bit like a young boy with puppy love. "C'mon. Don't be afraid to
show that pretty smile."

Annie's resistance cracked
and, sheepishly, her lips parted into a subtle smile.

"Very pretty," I said,
looking her directly in the eye and showing her a smile of my
own.

"Thank you," she
said.

Things were going
well.

"May I move my hand down a
little? Just to your belt."

"Okay."

I slid my hand down to her
belt line. My fingers rested directly on the belt she was wearing
around the waist of her jeans. I knew she couldn't feel my touch
through the belt. Still, it was further progress.

"There. My fingers are on
your belt now. They're stroking your belt. You can't feel them now,
can you?"

She shook her head to
indicate she could not feel the fingers.

"May I move them down
another inch so you can feel them again? Just another inch. Or
maybe two?"

"Okay."

The tips of my fingers
crept down below the belt and worked their way to the jeans right
above her pubic area.

"There they are," I said
as my fingers glided back and forth just below her belt line.
"They're back again where you can feel them. Does it still feel
nice?"

"Yeah."

The slow, downward game of
"May I?" continued until finally my hand was rubbing the part of
her jeans covering her crotch. Annie was no longer watching,
though. She had her head back and her eyes closed, and she was
taking relatively deep breaths.

"You like a man's touch
there?" I ventured, in the most sensually breathy voice I could
muster.

"Yeah."

"You like a man's touch
over the jeans?"

"Yeah."

Time to play the trump
card. "Do you like a man's touch
under
the jeans?"

She didn't miss a beat.
"Yeah," she said, without opening her eyes.

"May I put my hand inside
the jeans?"

"Okay."

Careful not to make any
sudden jolts, I took hold of the zipper on her fly and slowly
zipped it down. Then I eased my hand inside the fly and felt the
smooth panties beneath. I could also feel her uncropped pubic hairs
under the fabric. Annie didn't shave her pussy. At least, she
didn't shave away most of the hairy triangle within the bikini
line.

She made an almost
imperceptible sigh as my fingers ever so slightly massaged her
groin. Through the panties, I could feel the topmost part of her
labia, and the moisture of her lubricant was starting to seep
through. I continued this until I felt Annie shift her hips a bit.
She rocked her pelvis up and lifted herself on her toes. I could
see what she was doing. She was trying to give me more room to move
my hand down lower.

"It would be easier if you
took the pants off," I whispered.

As though a doctor had
just asked her to disrobe for an exam, she slid off her shoes and
began to unbuckle her belt. I took my hand out of her crotch and
gave her room to slide the pants off while I reached for the
info/survey sheet to see what she had checked for likes and
dislikes. In the few seconds that I studied her survey answers,
Annie had her pants off and lying on the floor beside her. She sat
her panty-clad butt back down in the same chair.

"The couch might be more
comfortable," I suggested.

Without a word, Annie
allowed me to guide her up out of the chair and lead her the few
steps to the couch. She chose a place on the end, sat down, closed
her eyes, and laid her head on the soft cushioned back of the
furniture. The expression on her face and the positioning of her
body made it look as though she was following the routine of a
gynecological exam. I sat down beside her.

"May I continue where I
left off?"

She said, "Okay," and I
put my hand directly on her crotch. Now, with the stiff, denim
jeans out of the way, I had much more freedom to work the space
between her legs. Her labia had room to breathe now, and I felt her
lips part most readily beneath the panties, which were more wet
than I had realized. It didn't take long before I requested the
next obvious permission.

"May I put my hand inside
the panties?"

"Yes," came the almost
immediate response.

I slid my hand over the
top of the waistband, and down I slithered through her forest and
into her swamp. She gave a momentary shiver as my middle finger
parted her pussy's lips and rubbed up against her most sensitive
terrain. I saw her feet inching a little farther from each
other.

With my free hand, I
tugged at the waistband of her panties. "Do you really want to be
wearing these? May I take them off you?"

Rather than speaking,
Annie just planted her feet firmly on the floor and lifted her
backside up off the couch, holding a ready position as a nonverbal
invitation. I grasped the panties on both sides of the waist and
gracefully pulled them down to Annie's knees. She dropped her ass
back to the couch and lifted her legs up so that I might complete
the process of rendering her bottomless. I slid the panties off her
feet and ceremoniously placed them atop the formerly discarded
jeans. Annie, who had kept her eyes closed during the whole time on
the couch, now opened her eyes and looked directly at her own
crotch as if to reassure herself this was really
happening.

Yes, it’s true, dear
Annie. Here you are. Bare from the waist down. Spreading your legs
and offering up your naked, hairy pussy to a man you met less than
a half-hour ago.
Had she checked
the
like
box for
dirty talk, I'd have actually said that. But, as it was, her survey
response indicated she didn't like dirty talk. However, she did
indicate that she liked having her nipples sucked, and I was more
than willing to accommodate. But that meant Annie wasn't finished
stripping yet.

I turned on the couch,
tucking one leg under the other, so that I was facing her. She
again closed her eyes and laid her head back. She further parted
her legs and cocked her hips to turn her pussy upward. How
delicious it was to feel the wetness of her liberated vagina
lubricating my hand. The steamy warmth of her snatch was inviting.
I dove in with one finger and then two, rubbing the inside of her
love hole with strong, hard strokes designed to drive her clit
wild. She moaned each time my fingers curled up inside her, and she
rocked her pelvis in and out to accelerate the rhythm of my
masturbating fingers.

I had to do a bit of
shifting myself, to make room in my pants for my dick, which, quite
naturally, had become very hard. She had her eyes closed, so, since
she wasn't watching, I grabbed my crotch with my free hand and
yanked my cock to a more comfortable position.

Annie's pussy was now so
wet that my fingers made a sloshing sound as they went in and out.
A few moments later, Annie started making rhythmic, guttural
grunts. It was about to happen. I was about to give my first orgasm
of the project. Annie was about to come.

And did she ever! It was
like a seizure of bliss. Her body convulsed and flopped around on
my undulating hand like a fish caught on a hook. Meanwhile, her
toes splayed wide, her fingers clutched at the couch cushions
behind her head, and her mouth emitted something I can only compare
to wild animal noises. Annie had a massive orgasm that rocked her
world.

As the tidal wave of
ecstasy subsided into ripples of pleasure, she relaxed her body and
breathed deeply. I left my hand right where it was, holding it in
place, and waiting for the moment to start again. I could sense
that Annie had another monster orgasm in her, and I planned to get
it.

I started with just my
thumb. With my index and middle fingers inserted deep in her hole,
my thumb was positioned right over her urethra. I rubbed the thumb
back and forth against that little pisser and then up to the base
of her clit, where each touch induced a quiver and an excited moan.
I kept that up until I felt her just beginning to rock in rhythm
again. This is where I urged her on to the next plateau.

"I'd really like to suck
your nipples," I said.

"I
want
you to suck them, Troy," was
her throaty reply. Without waiting for me to ask formal permission,
she stripped off her shirt, tossing it haphazardly in whatever
direction it flew, and pulled down her bra to reveal a nice pair of
breasts, pert, firm, and sporting two already hard
nipples.