Now and Forever--Let's Make Love (26 page)

Dave knelt. He was only inches away from the pussy of this incredible goddess, and he could smell her musky scent. He wanted
her. More than he had ever wanted anything, he wanted this woman.

“Take my panties off,” she commanded, “using only your teeth.”

Dave’s pulse started to race. Gripping the top of one end of the bright red ribbon in his teeth, he tugged. The knot came
undone and, as he pulled, the sides parted. His nose brushed against her silky pubic hair, causing Sherry to let out a little
gasp. Dave continued working on pulling the panties down until her pussy was totally exposed. He was unsure of what to do
next, so he sat back on his haunches and waited.

“You’re well trained,” she said. “Have you had women like this before?”

“No. You are the first woman who understood.”

“Understood what? Tell me exactly.” When he hesitated, she snapped, “I gave you an instruction.”

“You understand what I want. To be told. To serve you.”

Sherry grinned. “You’re right. I do understand. Do you want to touch me?”

“Oh yes,” Dave groaned.

“So sweet,” she said, ruffling his hair, “and you may serve me, give me pleasure.

“Thank you,” he whispered. His hands moved around behind her and stroked her fine firm ass while he pulled her closer to him,
as close as she could be. Using his tongue and lips, he licked and kissed all around her pussy and thighs. Sherry’s gasps
came faster and faster, soon turning to sighs, then to moans.

“Very good,” she said. “You have a very talented mouth. I want your tongue to get me off. Now!”

Dave found Sherry’s protruding clit with his tongue and licked it. Sherry’s knees buckled with the sensation, forcing her
to grab Dave’s head for support. Not missing a beat, Dave kept licking and sucking, finding her slit and fucking it with his
tongue.

Sherry started bucking her hips, offering her pussy and forcing his tongue deeper and deeper.

“I can pleasure you in other ways,” Dave said. “May I? Please?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

Dave wet his index finger with her slick pussy juices and tickled Sherry’s tender asshole with it. When he pushed it inside,
she exploded in orgasm. “Don’t stop,” she cried, so Dave continued rubbing her asshole and licking her cunt.

After a few moments, Sherry pushed Dave back onto his haunches. “That was very good indeed.” She stood, magnificently naked,
looking down at Dave’s fully clothed body. “Stand up.” Dave did. “Now it’s your turn,” she said, her grin widening. “Strip.”

Slightly embarrassed despite his high level of excitement, Dave removed his clothes, until he stood dressed only in his tight
briefs, his erection barely contained.

“Show me that big hard cock of yours,” Sherry said, and Dave pulled off his briefs. His cock stuck straight out—so swollen,
it was painful.

Sherry reached out and ran her fingernails from base to oozing tip. “Nice. Are you ready to come for me?”

Dave didn’t quite understand her choice of words. “Come for you?”

“I want to watch. Rub it.”

Dave swallowed hard. No one had ever made this type of request of him. When he didn’t immediately move, Sherry said, “I told
you to do something. Didn’t you hear me?”

“I heard.”

“Good. I want you to rub some of the wonderful sticky goo from my pussy all over your cock and make it spurt while I watch.”

Dave hesitated, caught between raging lust and embarrassment. “I want to please you,” he whispered.

Sherry suddenly understood. “This is the first time you’ve performed for an audience, isn’t it?”

Dave swallowed again. “Yes.”

Rather than being upset at his reluctance, Sherry smiled. “That’s all right. I love virginal men.” She took his hand. “Some
incentive.” She placed his hand between her legs. “Use my juices to wet that big cock of yours.”

She rubbed Dave’s fingers over her sopping pussy and then used his hand to spread her wetness onto his cock. “Now, show me,
baby. Show me how hot I make you. Watch my tits and my pussy while you rub.”

Dave watched Sherry’s hands cup her breasts, pull at her nipples, and rub her crotch. Without really realizing what his hands
were doing, he rubbed his cock until, with a roar, he spurted thick come onto the floor of the little room.

“Oh baby,” Sherry purred. “You did so well.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Tom’s voice said, “Hey, Sherry, someone needs to see you up front.”

Dave grabbed for his clothes and hurriedly dressed while Sherry calmly did the same.

“Can I help you?” the saleswoman said, dragging Dave back from his dream world. She had left the front counter and was now
pushing a cartful of new books.

Dave glanced at her name tag. Sherry, it said. “I hope so,” he said. “I certainly hope so.”

It was advertised as a boudoir gown and Harold had been staring at the ad in the magazine for several minutes. The gown was
deep burgundy velvet, floor-length, with gold buttons from deep cleavage to thigh. The woman in the picture was gray-haired
and quite mature-looking, but with a sexy, inviting gleam in her eyes. She was taking a step forward, so her beautiful leg,
ending in a high-heeled burgundy mule trimmed with down, extended through the opening in the front.

The woman in the picture had a look in her eyes, as if she knew the secrets of every man she had ever been with. She understood
a man’s needs and desires and wanted nothing more than to fulfill them. God, Hal thought, closing his eyes. To be with such
a woman.

“Good evening,” she said as she opened the door.

“Hello, Michelle,” Hal said. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“When we met yesterday,” the woman said, “I had the feeling that we could have a marvelous time together. Come in.”

Hal walked into the apartment on the Left Bank. It was spring and all the windows were open to let in the soft Parisian air.
The sounds of sidewalk vendors and children playing drifted into the sitting room. “Sit down,” Michelle said, indicating an
ivory brocade sofa. “Right here beside me.”

Hal crossed the deeply carpeted floor and sat at the end of the sofa farthest from the woman. “I thought we might go out to
eat,” Hal said, now unsure as to why he had made this lunch date. He had met this enticing woman at a party thrown by a business
associate the previous evening and had found her incredibly desirable.

“I thought we could stay in for lunch,” she said, her voice low. “I’ve got a salade Niçoise and a wonderful bottle of white
wine for us to share. But first, let’s get to know each other a little bit. I gather you are in Paris on business.”

For almost half an hour, the two talked, and gradually Hal relaxed. This was going to be all right. She was warm, funny, interested
in his business, and quite knowledgeable about music and art. As they talked, she crossed her legs and the burgundy velvet
she wore parted, allowing Hal a good look at her long legs. He cleared his throat and asked, “Have you lived here long?”

“I have been in this apartment for almost twenty years, since I sold my country home when my children grew up and moved away.”

“You have children?” Hal didn’t know why he was surprised, but he was.

“Oh, yes, I have three, all girls, all married. I am a grandmother six times.”

She wasn’t at all what he’d imagined the previous evening. He had actually thought she was trying to pick him up. He had thought
she was a call girl. He smiled now at his silliness. She was a grandmother.

“That surprises you?” Michelle asked.

“I guess,” Hal said.

“Ah,” Michelle said. “You thought I was just a silly old woman, hungry for the company of a mature man like you.” She laughed,
a deep, throaty sound that made Hal think of naked breasts and parted thighs. “Well, in a way, you are right.” She reached
over, took his hand, and placed it on her knee. “I like men. It’s as simple as that. I particularly like men with that look
in their eyes that says, I want to make love to you.”

“I never said that.” Hal snatched his hand back.

“Yours words did not, but your eyes did. And they say that now when you look at me. I like that.” Michelle took his hand and
again placed it on her stocking-covered knee. “Wouldn’t you like to be with me?”

Hal remained silent, unable to say yes but also unable to lie.

“Sit there and let me help you decide.” She stood and walked around to the far side of the small coffee table. She placed
her right foot on it, allowing her robe to part. “I like men to look at me,” she said. She slid her hands up her thigh to
the top of her stocking. She was wearing a black lace garter that she slowly stretched and pulled down to her knee, then down
her calf to her burgundy mule. Delicately, she pulled her foot from her shoe and pulled the garter off over it. She leaned
forward, took Hal’s left hand, and put the garter around his wrist.

As she bent over, Hal could see her breasts, unconfined under her robe. Her flesh was white, her nipples smoky brown. He swallowed
hard, unable to speak, knowing he wanted to touch those breasts more than he had ever wanted anything. He looked down at the
garter around his wrist, then up into Michelle’s deep blue eyes. Michelle put her foot back on the coffee table and slowly
rolled the black stocking down her shapely leg, finally pulling it off so her red-painted toe-nails showed. She slipped her
mule back on, then pulled the garter off her other leg the same way and placed it on the table. Then she rolled down her second
stocking and placed it beside the first.

“You know,” Michelle said as she walked around to sit beside Hal, “I very much like the way you look at me. Would you like
to touch me?”

Again, Hal swallowed hard. “Yes,” he whispered, unable to believe what was happening.

“Why don’t you start by unbuttoning my robe?”

Hal grasped one tiny gold button and pushed it through the velvet loop that held it, then a second and a third. When the robe
finally fell open, he gazed at Michelle’s breasts, exposed above the wide black waist-cincher she wore. He had only glimpsed
the loveliness of her breasts before. Now he saw them in their full glory. Neither large nor small, they were round, soft,
and incredibly white. He extended his fingertips and brushed the silky flesh, so smooth and warm. He slid his fingers beneath
them and lifted so they filled his hands.

“Do they please you?” she asked.

“Oh, they do,” Hal groaned. “They are so beautiful.”

“Would you like to kiss them?”

It was as though she knew what he wanted, what he needed, before he himself did. “Yes,” he said, slowly lowering his head.
He kissed first one globe, then the other, not yet trusting himself to touch or kiss her nipples. God he loved her breasts.

“Yes,” she said. “Do what pleases you.”

He buried his face in the valley between her breasts, inhaling her perfume, surrounding himself with the odor, the feel, the
taste of her. He was in heaven, his body trembling with the need he was filled with.

Michelle leaned close to his ear. “We must please you,” she said, her warm breath caressing his neck. She turned and slid
forward until her hips were facing him, her body stretched on the sofa. Her bush was trimmed so that her pouting lips protruded,
her flesh dewy and moist.

Hal, his face still pillowed between her breasts, felt her take one hand and guide it toward her inner thighs. “I think you
would like to touch me,” she whispered. “Explore my body. Know it well, so that when you enter me, it will be like entering
an old friend who is new again.”

“Oh Michelle,” he purred. He sat back and used his fingers to get to know every crevice, every fold of her wetness.

“Touch me here,” she said, guiding his finger to her clit. “Rub along and just to the side—slowly. Feel how hungry I get for
you.”

Glad to learn where and how this wonderful woman wanted to be touched, he rubbed where she showed him, watching her lips swell
and her juices flow. He saw her eyes close and a small smile cross her face. “You make it hard to stop,” she said softly,
“but now I want to see you, too.” When he hesitated, she said, “Please. Stand up and take off your clothes so we can touch,
your skin against mine.”

He stood, not knowing how he was going to disrobe in front of this woman he had known less than a day. He gazed into her eyes
and saw her desire there. She wanted to look at him. He ran his fingers through his gray hair, then sighed and opened his
light sport shirt. As he pulled it from his slacks and off of his shoulders, he saw Michelle smile. “You are very exciting
to look at,” she said softly. “Will you also take off your slacks for me?”

He could. A moment before he hadn’t been sure, but now he was. Her eyes guided him. He opened his belt, unzipped his pants,
and slid them and his shorts to the floor. Pulling off his shoes and socks in the same motion, he was suddenly naked, his
penis semierect.

Michelle sat up and placed her palms against his belly. Slowly, she stroked first his chest, then his legs, then his buttocks.
She placed her lips on the tip of his cock, then sucked it into her mouth. Then she released him and lay back on the sofa.
“I don’t want your cock too hard. I like it when a cock slides into me only a little hard. Then I can feel it grow and fill
me.”

She urged Hal to a position above her; then she used her fingers to place the tip of his cock against the entrance to her
wet channel. Then she pushed it inside. She reached around and grabbed his cheeks, forcing his cock deeper inside. “Yes,”
she purred, “like that. Now as we love, I can feel you grow inside of me.” She pulled his cheeks apart and fondled the flesh
that only he had touched in the past.

Then she shifted her position and slipped one hand between his legs, cupping his balls, scratching them with her long fingernails.
With her other hand, she lifted one breast so Hal’s lips could suckle. “Oh, so good,” she purred.

As she rubbed the sensitive skin between his testicles and his anus, he felt his cock harden. Slowly, he began to move inside
of her, his mouth still sucking at her nipple.