Gloria's Secret (10 page)

“Wrap your legs and arms around me and just relax.”

Without questioning myself, I complied, folding my limbs around his broad shoulders and bum of steel. The buoyancy of the water helped hold me up.

His glistening wet skin brushed against mine. I longed for his mouth. He read my mind. “Ms. Long, you obviously need to be kissed. And kissed often by a man who knows how.”

In a heartbeat, he consumed my mouth again, sending carnal waves of desire to my core. I could feel his erection digging into me as I squeezed my legs around him. My hand fisted his slick wet hair. He moaned and I moaned back.

I don’t know how long we stayed in this position, when a crotchety voice brought us abruptly to our senses.

“I wish I could do that.”

We had company. A slight, elderly, balding man, who was wearing swim trunks two sizes too big for him, was hunched over above us. My face flushed with embarrassment.

“Don’t let age stop you,” chuckled my companion, not the least bit embarrassed.

“Can you find me one as pretty as her?” cackled the octogenarian and then plowed into the pool with a loud splash-worthy belly flop. He swam away, in quite good form for a man his age.

“Guess I won’t be able to fuck you here.”

The F-word resounded in my head. Now what was I getting myself into? And why wasn’t I running away?

Jaime hauled himself out of the pool and then helped me out. He wrapped me up in my fluffy white robe and then slipped on his. He held me against him, and again I was unable to resist. It felt so good to lay my head on his strong chest against the soft terry cloth.

“Come on, let’s take a hot shower together,” he said softly in my ear.

“In your suite?” I gasped.

“No, here. There’s a great handicapped steam shower in the men’s room.” He pressed his heavy erection against me. “And right now, I’d say I’m handicapped.”

I swallowed hard and let him lead the way, his hand clasping mine. The thought of showering in the men’s room made me feel like a very naughty schoolgirl.

There was no one in the men’s room. The spacious handicapped shower, complete with support railings and a bench, occupied a corner at the end of a row of shower stalls. We shrugged off our robes and hung them on the hooks bracketing the shower door.

Jaime’s hands gripped the top edge of my bathing suit.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m taking off your bathing suit.”

“Wait! Remember? This was not part of the prize package!” Too late. The wet suit was already a crumpled heap at my feet.

“Not fair.”

“Don’t worry.” He immediately slid his off too.

For the first time, I got an eyeful of his cock. Holy cow! It was huge. And the veined, pink pillar of flesh was pointed my way.
Run, Gloria!
Forget it! My legs had turned to jelly, and the air had left my lungs.

Taking my clammy hand, Jaime led me into the shower stall. Trailing him, I noticed a series of faint white lines streaking his back. Stretch marks? This was the only imperfection on his otherwise perfect body. They didn’t distract from his beauty.

With his free hand, he slammed the glass door shut. He jiggled the shower knob, and a forceful spray shot out from the showerhead. He wrapped his muscled arms around me from behind, spooning my body into his. His powerful arousal brushed against my backside.

The hot water pounded on the two of us. He tightened his grip around me and nuzzled the nape of my neck, then the sides. I’d never realized how sensitive my neck was. The erotic sensation made me tingle all over.

“Gloria, you are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered into my ear. He nibbled the lobes then rolled his tongue inside my inner ear. The strangely erotic swooshing sound was turning me on even more.

Slipping off the simple black elastic at the end, he started to undo my braid. Slowly, section by section. I closed my eyes, and when I reopened them, my thick platinum hair hung loose to the base of my spine. He raked his fingers through the long soaked strands.

“I want to see you with your hair down tonight.”

Not wanting to think about how long it would take me to blow dry my mane, I asked, “Where do you want to eat with me tonight?

“I’ll eat with you anywhere you breathe.”

His words sent a shiver up my spine. A restaurant was not what I was thinking about.

I felt him kiss the top of my head; he buried his nose into my scalp and inhaled.

“Mmmm. I can’t get enough of your hair. It’s like wet silk.” He squirted a dollop of shampoo onto his palm from the canister and then rubbed it gently all over my head. He began to lather the creamy soap into my hair, digging the tips of his deft fingers deep into my scalp. I arched back my head and closed my eyes, allowing myself to savor the sensual physical sensation and erotic squishy sound. God, it felt good. Like a scalp fuck. As he worked conditioner into my hair, I moaned with pleasure. What these beautiful, nimble fingers could do!

Still standing close behind me, he moved his hands to my full breasts and began to knead them, circling and squeezing. His palm passed over the raised scar above my left breast, but he again seemed oblivious to it. In response, I undulated my hips, brushing my backside against his erection. His hips moved with mine.

“They’re for real,” he murmured, groping my mounds.

I wanted to punch him. “Yes.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Obviously, he’d fondled the surgically enhanced type way too many times. Maybe even Vivien’s? I inwardly flinched then relaxed. I had to remember: he was a stud, the gorgeous millionaire kind, who’d probably fucked a gazillion beautiful women. And felt up twice as many breasts. I let it go and let myself enjoy the sensuous massage.

I always knew I had sensitive breasts, but not this sensitive. Each time his thumbs trailed across my nipples, a jolt of pleasure zapped my core. I moaned and moaned again. The peaks grew hard and long, and the more he rubbed them, the more my body throbbed with desire.

Jaime breathed into my ear. “Ah, those perfectly puckered rosebuds of yours are so tender.”

Leaving a knowing hand on one tit, he slid the other down my torso until it made its way to the fiery triangle between my thighs. Bee-lining for my clit, he fingered it with single-minded fury. My own moisture mingled with the shower. My nub hardened beneath his touch as he continued to circle it fast and hard. My breathing grew ragged. He was driving me wild and I wanted, no needed, to come badly.

“Please make me come,” I cried out.

He abruptly withdrew his fingers—almost like a punishment for asking. “Not yet, Gloria. I want you do to something for
me
first.”

Anything.

He flipped me around and swung my arm up to the liquid soap canister. He squirted a clump onto my palm. “Get down on your knees and wash my cock. I want to see your eyes. So look up at me as you do it.”

Without the slightest hesitation, I dropped to my knees and wrapped the hand with soap around the crown of his huge erection. It shot straight out of him and was practically in my face. The heat of it singed my fingertips. My soapy hand skated down the rigid shaft to the base and then glided back up to the tip. How velvety smooth it was! And how big! Its extraordinary girth fit tightly into the curl of my fingers.

“Good, Gloria. Now squeeze harder and hold my balls with your other hand.”

My left hand cupped his heavy sacs as I slid my right hand back down his thick length, applying more pressure. Then back up. I repeated the movements, picking up my pace. My eyes never left his enraptured face. I watched with awe as he arched his head back and parted his luscious lips. A loud groan escaped between them. His balls felt heavier. Was he going to come?

He gazed back down at me with his hooded blue eyes. “Ahh, you’re doing it just right. Now, I want you to rinse me off with your mouth.”

So, he wanted me to give him a blow job—like I owed him one for last night. Okay. I could handle this. Confession: The thought of giving this beautiful man head excited me. I opened my mouth wide, but before I could take him, he yanked me up by my hair.

“Go down on me standing.” He placed his hand on top of my head and pushed it down toward his erection. I had to bend my knees for my mouth to make contact with it.

I flicked my tongue across the bulbous crown, glad to discover that the soap had washed off, and then wrapped my lips around its impressive perimeter. As he let a moan, I went down on his slick, hard length until I could go no further. My mouth came back up, and I repeated the movements. Again and again. Up and down. Faster and faster. His magnificent cock became my mouth’s obsession.

Without breaking contact, I placed one hand on his muscular thigh and the other around the side handicapped railing to give me the support I needed in this semi-squatting position. My thighs were burning. I felt like I was doing one of those loathed “chair positions” with my yoga instructor.

“Oh, baby, you suck me so good. So hard.”

I gazed up at him. The expression on his face was one of pure tortured ecstasy. I was amazed how much pleasure I got from pleasuring him. Despite my discomfort, I wanted to please him.

I came up for a quick breath of air

“Don’t. Stop.”

Before I could tell him not to worry, he pressed down on the crown of my head, urging me to descend on him once again. This time, my tongue lapped the shaft as I headed back up toward the tip.

He groaned. “I’m going to come in your mouth.”

One spurt. Two. Three. He let out a deep guttural grunt and cursed under his breath as his release spilled into my mouth. The taste of it was sweet and salty and oh so good. I swallowed every drop.

“We’re not done. Suck me dry.”

My eyes gazed up at his impassioned face as I feverishly went back down on his cock, taking in only the upper one third into my mouth. Removing my hand from his thigh, I squeezed the base as my mouth bopped up and down. The silky, soaked hair along his groin brushed against the back of my hand.

“Oh, Gloria!” he roared as he coated my tongue one more time. His eyelids lifted. “This time, I want to watch you swallow.”

I eagerly gulped it down. Smiling with satisfaction, he withdrew his thick, slick dick. Smiling back, I straightened up, glad not to be in that painful crouching position. My legs felt like Jell-O.

The shower washed away the last traces of his cum. To my shock, his cock was still semi-erect.

“Christ, that was fucking amazing. You never stop surprising me. Now, I’m going to finish what I started.”

Smacking a kiss on my lips, he stepped out of the shower. In a split second, he was back. The belt of his terry cloth robe was dangling around his neck.
What the…

Stopping me in my thoughts, he scooped me up in his arms and then set me down on the teak wood planks of the built-in handicapped shower bench. “Trust me, Ms. Long, you’re going to be handicapped once I’m done with you.”

I eyed the belt. A shudder ran through me. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to make you fall apart and then attempt to put you back together again.”

I snickered. “You think I’m some kind of Humpty Dumpty?”

He smirked. “You’re much more fragile. At least on the inside.”

My breath hitched. He knew me. “What if someone has to use the shower?”

“They’ll knock.” He knitted his brows. “Are you on birth control?”

I nodded helplessly. My pills helped me with my cramp-ridden periods.

A smile danced in his eyes. “Good. Now, lie down.”

Wait!
What about him? He’d probably fucked a gazillion girls. Could I trust him?

“Don’t worry. I’m clean. I’ve been tested. Now, lie down.”

Hesitantly, I lowered myself to a reclining position. My torso spread across the length of the bench while my limbs hung over the edge.

“Now, Gloria, I want you to open your mind and open your legs. For. Me.”

In one swift move, he spread my dangling legs and threw my ankles over his broad shoulders. Looming above me, he gazed at my sex. His glorious cock, now almost fully erect again, pointed my way. The shower began to fog up. There was something otherworldly about seeing his god-like body in a cloud of steam.

“You’re such a pretty shade of pink. You may, however, be a shade of red when I’m through with you.”

I cringed. Was he going to pussy-whip me with the belt?

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”
The mind reader.
“But I am going to tie you up. You’ll enjoy it. Now lift your arms high.”

Relieved, I did as requested. With whip-like speed, he wrapped the long belt around my wrists, binding them together, and then attached them to the handicapped railing directly above me. I writhed my arms to see if I could free myself. Forget it. He had me tied up too tightly.

“I need to get harder, and you need to get horny.” He kneeled on the edge of the bench and reached across me to fondle my mountainous breasts. Crawling on his knees closer to me, he planted his engorged member into the valley between them and then squeezed the mounds against the shaft. He moaned with pleasure while I, too, got off on the sensuous massage I was getting. Erotic pleasure rushed to my core. Oh God! I was ready! My body was crying out for him while my mind said no.
Gloria, let go. Open your mind!

“Your breasts are such sweet pillows of flesh,” he murmured as he continued to rub them against his cock. “Now let’s see, if I’ve aroused you.”

He shoved a finger into my opening. I moaned but wanted something more.

“Ah. You’re so hot and wet. But not quite ready.”

He pulled his finger out and began to play with my tender clit. Vigorously circling it like a finger-painting child. I groaned.

“How does that feel?”

My clit was a lit up firework ready to explode. I didn’t know how much more I could take. I desperately wiggled my bound arms attempting to free myself; it was futile.

“Answer me, Gloria.” His tone was demanding.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned.

“Good enough.”

Still fingering my clit, he used his other hand to rub the crown of his thick length up and down the folds of my cleft. He was teasing me when I was aching for him to be inside me.