Willie Maiket - Her Secret Sex Life

Over the years, before and after his first marriage which had ended with his wife's unexpected death, he had bought the services of many a comely, delectable companion for the night But this was the first one who had intrigued him and who made him want to establish as close a communal bond as two strangers who meet in passing can procure in a single night. That was why he found himself telling her about his wife's death and his two children and how he had married about two months ago in the hope of a new happiness. And then, finally, not without embarrassment, looking down at the floor, that he hadn't yet been able to achieve that happiness because of his own imperfections.

"I think I understand," she said gently after he had finished. "You're a very fine and decent man, Tim, and I'm very glad that Ted gave you my phone number. I'm going to try to rid you of that little problem. Will you do just what I tell you to? I spoke about romance a little while ago. That's the way I like to think of these encounters, as you might call them. Each one is new and with its own special setting and implications. I like to adapt myself to them, because it's a kind of challenge. And it's more exciting for me that way. As he may have told you also, I happen to enjoy sex and I think it's natural and beautiful."

"So do I, Eleanor."

"Good! Then you come right along with me now, and I'll start the treatment."

Again he felt himself trembling, but this time with a new hope and expectation. She took his hands in hers and led him out of the large living room into a beautifully tiled bathroom with a huge sunken tub. "Take off everything," she smilingly instructed, and he obeyed.

She had started the water running, and bent down to test its temperature." It has to be warm, that stirs the blood," she said almost as if she were giving a lecture in the Sorbonne. Her eyes scanned his still strong, athletic body. "You certainly have nothing to be ashamed of, Tim. You look better at your age than most of the men I see who are ten or even twenty years younger. There now, it's just about full Now I'm going to put in some bubblebath, and then you're. going to soak yourself and just relax for a little bit. After that, I'll really start the treatment."

He carefully lowered himself into the sunken tub, and lay back. The warm water was indeed pleasant, and the fragrance of the bubble bath added a new nuance of sensual pleasure. He could feel his dormant penis stirring, and he glanced down at himself, hoping for prodigious energy tonight For a haunting moment, the memory of his past inadequacies savagely returned to haunt him, but her smiling face and her svelte beauty in the clinging, molding hostess gown reassured him.

Eleanor had left the bathroom for a moment, and returned now with a tray on which was placed an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne, a straight razor and a tube of shaving lather. Setting it down on the laundry hamper against the opposite wall, she playfully beckoned to him: "Time for your shave, Tim dear. Just sit down on that stool and I'll do you.

He clambered out of the sunken tub, grasped the large Turkish towel she handed him, and quickly patted himself dry; then sat down on a heavy leather-padded footstool and watched her with mounting interest.

Her face calm and inscrutable, the red-haired call girl opened the tube of shaving lather, squeezed Out a copious portion, went over to the wash basin and turned on the tap for a moment, then came back to kneel down before him. "Spread them wide, Tim dear," she instructed, and again he obeyed, a rapt smile on his face as he intently watched her.

Vigorously she rubbed the now foamy lather into the thick pubic bush at his lower abdomen and about his penis, then took up the straight razor and began to shave 'him very delicately and carefully. He quivered at her soft touch along his groin, his abdomen and lower thighs. When she had finished, she whispered, "Stay just as you are," and went back to the tray to uncork the bottle of champagne. Then, pouring a little in a glass, she handed it to him, and then tilted the bottle to her lips.

Holding the liquid in her mouth, she moved back to him, and knelt down and then began to rinse his loins with the cold champagne. He gasped and squirmed at the stinging, tickling sensation. Once again she returned for the bottle, and this time brought it hack. Kneeling back down, she repeated the process three times. "There you are, clean as a baby, darling. And now I think the time has come to adjourn to the bedroom, don't you?"

His penis was half-erect, and the cords along his inner thighs were flexing and tremoring convulsively.

"My God, yes, Eleanor!" he hoarsely ejaculated.

"I'll bring along the rest of the champagne. And I'd say right now, you've nothing to worry about, darling. Come along."

He followed her down the hall to a door which she opened. She reached in and touched a switch, and there was a soft indirect bluish lighting. As he came to the threshold, he gasped in surprise. Beyond him he could see that the walls and the ceiling were mirrored, and that there was a huge round waterbed dominating the very center of the room. Over to the left was a backless low wide couch padded in black leather, and to the right was a huge deep armchair and a footstool beside it. Near the chair was a hi-fl console, and the red-haired call girl moved to it now, bent and turned it on, adjusting the dials. At once he heard the soft music of Debussy's "Nuages," the first of the set of three orchestral "Images." The ethereal beauty of the music wafted a kind of spell over this exotic room.

Atop the console was a singular Chinese incense-burner, which Eleanor now lit And presently the subtle scent of a kind of tantalizing pungency emanated throughout the wide high-ceilinged room. She smiled at the quivering naked man and motioned towards the huge bed. "Just relax and absorb the atmosphere, Tim. That's why I prefer all-night engagements, you see. Don't think about a thing; that's my assignment."

"You're-you're incredible, Eleanor," he breathed, moving to the bed cautiously seating himself on the edge; then he drew up his legs and stretched out on his back. His eyes at once widened; the sensation of the waterbed was new and immensely stimulating. He had the feeling he was suspended in space and time, and with the soft insistence of the music and the incense and the indirect light which cast fanciful shadows on everything it touched, he began to feel an awareness of his own naked body such as he had seldom had.

She stood a long moment contemplating him, an enigmatic smile on her soft red lips. "Feeling better?" she murmured.

"My God, yes!" he blurted, and then blushed, observing that her widely spaced, large dark brown eyes were intently fixed on his nearly turgid penis. Instinctively, he put a hand down to cover himself.

"Now that's naughty, darling," she laughed gently, shaking her head as she moved closer to the bed. "What's there to be ashamed of? My goodness, I told you already that you're in better physical shape at your age than lots of fellows ten and even twenty years your junior. Besides, that kind of false modesty leads exactly to what you want to get rid of. Now you just put your hands behind your head, spread your legs and make your mind a perfect blank. Ready?"

He nodded, bemused. She put her slim hands to the bun of coppery hair and loosened it, letting it fall in a rich, cascading mass below her shoulder blades. Then, drawing the zipper of the hostess gown, she wriggled out of it, and stood for his inspection in a matching black nylon bra and panty set, with a narrow white garterbelt hugging her supple waist and sending its tiny tabs lovingly along the sleek upper columns of her thighs to clamp to the gossamer tops of smoke-hued nylons.

He sucked in his breath and stared avidly at her. In this dishabille and in this pose, Eleanor suddenly seemed familiar to him, though of course until tonight he had never before met her. Yet there was such a striking physical resemblance between her and-no, he mustn't think of that, it was definitely perverse. He cleared his throat rather nervously, pressing his palms down on the soft yielding service of the waterbed, devouring her seductive and yet subtle beauty with all his inflamed senses. She was as tall as Rachel, there was no doubt about that. And this new thought made him wince inwardly with a sense of guilt which might well be destructive. It was to escape all the various kinds of guilt which had cropped up almost at once after his marriage to Rachel that he had taken Ted Amberly's recommendation tonight. And so he forced himself to surrender to the magic of this atmospheric setting and to the alluring sensuality of this extraordinarily intelligent 'young woman who knew enough to turn harlotry into an art worthy of being appreciated by a connoisseur.