Willie Maiket - Her Secret Sex Life

"That's better, Tim," her voice was very soft as she moved even closer to the bed. Then she reached behind her to unhook the straps of the bra and to let it flutter to the floor. Once again he sucked in his breath as the proud, boldly round globes of her pale ivorysheene4 breasts fairly thrust out at him. They were widely spaced, high-perched, with broad orangeish coral aureole, and her nipples were full, already almost stiff under the duskier hue. The smooth plane of her belly was exquisitely ornamented with a wide shallow navel, a kind of lascivious eye which winked complaisantly at him. And from above, the diffusion of the bluish light tinted the pallor of her smooth bare flesh in an indefinably erotic way.

The slimness of her waist accentuated the bold richness of her firm naked breasts. And again there was contrast in the long sleek legs to whose marvelously sculptured contours the gauzy smoke-tinted nylon hose called titillating attention.

Satisfied by the almost stunned admiration with which he stared at her, she lowered her arms to her sides and straightened her shoulders, tossing her head Just a little to let the shimmering cascade of her coppery red hair dance and tumble against her bare shoulders and upper back, and to let him see also the resilient jiggling of her bare breasts. It was as if a beautiful Circassian slavegirl, summoned for the first time to the bed of her new lord, set out by every intuitive and disciplined mannerism to demonstrate not only her appreciable beauty but also her intense willingness to submit to his every caprice. To think of this now began to overcome his secret anxieties, and with it came a quivering pulsation all along his thighs and loins, further stiffening his penis.

As she observed this further tumescence, she uttered a soft little laugh of pleasure and nodded, then turned and went over to the hi-fl console and adjusted some more dials, next touched a switch at the back. Instantly the light turned to a pale green, and also he became aware that the bed was moving In a slow but very definable circular pattern.

"Yes, it's like those famous revolving restaurants. Only it revolves a little better than 360 degrees an hour, as you'll feel, Tim dear," she answered his ins-spoken question. Then- she moved back to him and mounted on the bed, swinging her beautiful long legs onto it to lie beside him on her left side. Her left hand moved to stroke the back of his head, while her right hand tentatively glided along his calf, thence over the knee, and then along his inner thigh. Once again he could not help sucking in his breath and this time quite audibly. His hands clenched under his neck and -he made a gesture of withdrawing them, but she shook her head: "Not yet, dear. Just let me go on as I'm doing. You'll know when it's time to take action. And besides, it will be a long night and you mustn't try to do everything the first time. That's part of the secret of letting yourself go and relaxing. All right?"

He could only nod, stricken with delight and wonder at this novel and yet marvelously sympathetic attentiveness. Thus far there had not been a single gross or coarse word or act or the least suggestiveness; it had been, indeed, the most imaginative and esthetic prelude to fornication that he had ever encountered, even in a book!

Eleanor moved closer to him, and he could feel the slightly moist warm flesh of her upper thigh against his hip. Her soft fingertips lingeringly stroked the back of his head and then his earlobes, while her right hand continued its gradually ascending, stroking maneuver along the inside of his thigh, halting just before reaching his now achingly readied penis.

Now, bending her head towards him, she began to apply rapid little kisses all over his chest and collarbone, while he closed his eyes and gave himself up thoroughly to the multitudinous sensations now beginning to take full hold of him. The pungency of the incense blended with the spicy scent he could detect from her half-naked nearness; and the soft moist, quickly fleeting pressures of her red lips on his prickling skin began to act like a cantharis in predicting the carnal euphoria in store for his long-deprived maleness.

And now, very lightly and tentatively, the fingertips of her right hand grazed the throbbing glans of his penis, frictioning the puckering lips for a memorable instant, then moving quickly to his testicles and tickling them in an evanescent way that made him groan with remembered pleasure. She shifted herself now, moving slightly below him, and now her lips attacked his belly while her left hand trailed slowly over his throat and chest, the fingertips just brushing his quivering flesh. And meanwhile the slowly revolving bed on which he lay sprawled and abandoned had inflicted its own novel and exciting sensation on her nerves and sinews. By now, the shadows of the unfortunate past had been crowded out, to be replaced by all these delicious new nuances of sensuality by which she was so expertly seducing him.

He opened his eyes, and saw their bodies reflected down from the ceilinged mirror. Now the light was red but soft and not at all harsh, and it emphasized the libidinous and imaginative setting in which they had come together. The music, too, had changed, and he recognized the strains of Deius' "Walk Through the Paradise Garden," music of hauntingly evocative beauty and appropriate for the languorous dalliance by which this imaginative red-haired beauty sought to produce pleasure and release for him.

With a kind of wondering joy and grateful awareness now, he became conscious of the virility of his wakened body. Now it was time to concentrate no longer on the brooding speculations over previous failures or secret, forbidden longings; now it was time only to be sensate and alive and capable of communicating to this beautiful young houri all his pleasure in her artistry.

Her lips had reached his lower abdomen, and now both hands stroked his sides and hips, as she huddled at his loins. Leaning slightly more forward, she let the rich firm curves of her naked round breasts brush against his groin, and the thrilling friction of her warm woman flesh to his sent a spasm of tortured joy throughout his eager body.

He lifted his head, his eyes wide now as he strained to watch her every movement in this exquisitely prolonged foreplay. And as he did so, she glanced quickly up at him and smiled sympathetically, then put her lips to the very tip of his penis in a stinging little kiss that made him groan aloud and reach out his hands for her.

"Oh no, not yet, dear, let me do it all," she murmured.

Now very gently she put both hands to his rigid shaft, stroking it from scrotum to glans with just the tips of her fingers, back and forth in slow, deliberate titillations. He could feel all of his marrow, all his juices, all his vitality yearning towards her touch, and he could feel himself arch and flex as he awaited her, Having been admonished to hold himself back and to let her take initiative was a sweet knowledge now, and the pangs of this denial became at once a novel pleasure for him yet without any sacrifice of his own determined masculinity.

Now, deftly and felinely, she had moved between his straddled thighs, bowing to him as a slave to her overlord. She cupped her full ivory-sheened breasts in both hands and lowered herself to him, and he uttered a strangled gasp of ecstasy as he felt the smooth warm globes enclasp his turgid organ and hold it sweet captive. She began to shift herself slightly on her knees, and again he opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling to watch the reflection of this erotic ritual, the first such ever performed upon him. He began to tremble and he could feel the pulses pounding in his temples. He could feel his penis rubbing back and forth along that gloriously improvised cleft which her two fine round breasts made for him so obligingly, and his entire body was stricken with a readiness and keenness that had been lacking all those times before.