Dick Martin - Virginia_s wet lips

"Do you know the name of it?"

Patrice dug through her oversized, crowdedpurse, then miraculously came up with a business car. She handed it to her girl friend.

Virginia examined the card. It was embossed with elegantly simple blue lettering.

"Match-Mate amp; Fun-Mate," she read.

"Two names?"Patrice nodded enthusiastically.

"He told me that one of them was for people who were looking for permanent-type relationships. The other is for, uh, what was it he said? Ummmmm… oh, yeah, he said the other one was for people who were just looking to find compatible people to have a good time with."

"Hmmm. You know, I think I'm going to look into this," Virginia said. She slipped the card into her purse and the two turned their talk to other things as they finished their Saturday-morning breakfast.

Much to Virginia's surprise, when she called the number on the business card, she found that they were located in a suite in the Pan Am Building. Most of the computer-dating services were nothing more than answering-service numbers for some little group working out of a hole-in-the-wall on the upper East Side. They told her to come on up whenever it was convenient for her. Being a person who did not believe in wasting time once her mind was made up, Virginia was on her way within the hour. The offices weren't overly large, but they were well and tastefully furnished. She scored that as a mental plus for them. They were professional, very smoothly organized. She was given a questionnaire. It included many of the questions she'd seen on the freehand-outs from other dating services and a few new ones.

Like the one about her vital statistics. Without hesitating, she wrote: 36-23-35.

Most unusual were the group of questions under the special heading:

THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS ARE OPTIONAL AND DEPEND ONLY UPONYOUR PERSONAL PREFERENCES FOR THE EXTENT OF THE MATCHINGSERVICE WE WILL PROVIDE. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES WILL THE ANSWERSTO THESE QUESTIONS BE REVEALED TO ANY PROSPECTIVE MATCH NORWILL THEY BE ACCESSIBLE TO ANY EMPLOYEE OF THIS SERVICE WITHOUTA BONAFIDE NEED TO KNOW.

She read through the questions a couple of times, thinking about it. They were all concerned with her sexual proclivities. What it came down to, she decided, was whether or not she wanted to have the advantages of computer matching for her sexual needs.

She finally decided she did. She read through the questions one more time,carefully, and then began to answer them. Each was a multiple-answer question, allowing for various stages of enthusiasm in response.

1=ALMOST ALWAYS 2=USUALLY3=SOMEWHAT 4-OCCASIONALLY5-NEVER 1 2 3 45I CONSIDER MYSELFUNINHIBITED XI CONSIDER MYSELFMULTI-ORGASMIC XI CONSIDER MYSELFA GOOD SEX PART-NER XI EXPECT MY PARTNER TO BE SENSITIVE. TO MY SEXUALNEEDS XTHE SIZE OF A MAN'SGENITALS IS IMPOR-. BISEXUAL XI ENJOY THREESOMESWITH ANOTHERWOMAN XI ENJOY THREESOMESWITH TWO MEN XI ENJOY GROUP SEX(WITH MORE THANTWO PARTNERS) XI ENJOY"SWINGING" XI ENJOY ORAL SEX XI ENJOY ANAL SEX XI ENJOY "WATERSPORTS"

XI ENJOY MILD S/MXI ENJOY MILD B/D

she was doing. But then she decided she had nothing to lose. She could not possibly do worse than she had with the guys she met in the bars. And the odds were she'd do a little bit better. She went back to the receptionist and handed her the questionnaire. She was glad the girl at the desk wasn't the talkative type.

"When would you like to start taking introductory calls?" the girl asked. Virginia thought for a moment. Then: "Anytime, I guess. How long does it take?"

"You could get your first call today. That's one of the advantages of high-speed computers. Will you be home today?"

"Around four-thirty to five-thirty. I don't know about the rest of the day. Why?"

"We'll call you with your first match today."Virginia said that was fine, paid her fee five dollars introductory and two dollars for the first match-up and then left. She spent most of the afternoon shopping for groceries and taking care of other household needs. She made a point to be home between four-thirty and five-thirty just in case someone called. By twenty after five, she'd pretty much resignedherself to another night of bar-hopping. At exactly five-thirty, she got her first call:His name was Jeff.

When the doorbell ran at seven-thirty, she was ready. Virginia buzzed back and then quickly went to the mirror to check her appearance. They were going to see a play and she'd dressed up for it. She was wearing a simply-cut dress that ended just above her nude-stocking knees. The collar was high, but the material of the dress clung to her when she moved. She was, as always, braless beneath it, and her tits shifted eloquently within the fabric.

She turned and twisted her neck to check the rear view and saw that the lithe, firm cheeks of her ass were nicely outlined by the material. She could just barely make out the line of her panties her sole undergarment beneath the clinging fabric. The tiny triangular lines of the panties emphasized the tight, molded shapeliness of her butt.

She checked and patted a stray strand of her bright-red hair back into place. She was wearing it long and flowing, a brilliant cascade over the shoulders of the dress, framing her lovely face.

She looked good and she knew it. There was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"

"Jeff from Fun-Mate."

His voice had sounded good on the phone, deep and manly and virile and sensual. It sounded even better through the door.

She went to the door and peeked through the peep-hole, but couldn't make anything out. For one thing, he was too tall to be visible that way. For another, the hallway was dimly lit. For a third, the lens of the peep-hole was warped. She unbolted, unchained and unlocked the door and opened it wide and gracefully. All right!He was a good three or four inches taller than she was, and well, if simply dressed. She liked that. He wore a mild scent, definitely masculine. That he was slender and feline in his movements only impressed her the more. And that he was unquestionably, utterly handsome in a totally masculine sense only put the icing on the cake, as far as Virginia was concerned.

"Virginia?" he asked.

"None other. Come on in." She stood to one side and he stepped into the apartment, then stopped and turned to face her.

"You're beautiful," he said simply.

"You're pretty good-looking yourself, Jeff. Are we supposed to compare notes on the questionnaires now, or what?"

"It's be more fun to simply find out as we went along, I think," he answered. He glanced around.

"Nice place.

"Listen, I don't want to be a turd, but isn't that play supposed to start"He looked at his watch.

"You're fight. We better get going."

Jeff was a perfect escort. He held all the doors for her, lit her cigarettes for her, took her coat at the theater and held it on his lap. The show was very good, and the little restaurant at which they ate afterward was charming.

Then they got back to her place.

"Come on in for a drink," she said in the hall of her building. I had a terrific time and I want to give you the grand tour of my mansorial abode."

"Your what?" he asked, his eyes following the movements of her hips and ass through her coat as she preceded him up the stairs.

"My apartment," she said.

"That closet where I live."She gave him the tour as promised and it lasted all of three minutes. Then she sat him on the sofa and went into the kitchenette to make the drinks.

A moment later, she leaned her head into the living room.

"Could you give me a hand?" she asked."I can't get the cork out of the bottle.

"Sure."

He stood and strode into the kitchen. It was a small kitchen and they were cramped together. Virginia stood to one side to let him over to the little butcher-block counter, forcing him to wedge past her. In the process, her tits pressed against his chest.