Willie Maiket - Her Secret Sex Life

Now, suddenly, she straightened, a roguish little smile curving her soft mouth, reached back to gather her tumbling, shimmering coppery hair and to furl it down towards him. Moving slightly backwards on her nylon-sheathed knees, she arched herself, turning her head this way and that so as to make the fringe of that silken cascade ticklingly graze against his inner thighs and his swelling penis in evanescent caresses that made him shudder with their subtle delicacy.

His eyes feasted on the. jiggling firmness of her splendid round breasts, and now, wonderingly and delightedly, looked upwards at the ceiling where all this fascinatingly prolonged preparation was being mirrored, then to the walls where, here too, he could observe himself in this exquisitely passive participation at the ritual of passion.

Now again she paused, and this time it was to tug the clinging, gossamer black nylon panties down to her knees, lift each in turn and then toss that gauzy sheath to the floor, remaining in garterbelt, nylons and spike-heeled pumps. His eyes blazed at the revelation of her loins, for Eleanor's love cleft was completely depilated: like a soft pouting, ripe fig, shell-pink and daintily vulnerable, the lips of her vulva offered themselves without dissembling, and as he stared avidly-for he had never before seen the female Venus so provocatively unadorned-he could just glimpse the furtive nodule of her clitoris peeping from its discreet hiding place at the very apex.

Now the softly diffused light had turned to a warm yellow, and the music, too, had changed. The piquant chromatics of Ravel's "Alborada del Gracioso" filled his ears, courtly and gallant, archaically romantic, with the hint of bitter sweetness that was part of this inventive seduction.

Never before had all his senses been so sharpened, so cumulatively aware of his aching maleness and his need for cohesion with the female. Distractedly, he found himself thinking of Plato's theorem that man and woman were of the same polarity and thus were fulfilled only when their two divergent entities were brought together. And for this unison he longed now with every fiber of his wakened being. The incense, the music, the changing light and the sensation of movement which the constantly revolving waterbed procured heightened the imminence of longed for ecstasy of the flesh. And beyond lust which filled him now, there was a profound gratitude for this imaginative and intellectual young woman who, even granting that she was for hire, had given him the gift of restored manhood and a rich exultance in its possession. He found himself fiercely impatient, and put out his hands to her with a hoarse groan of "Eleanor, please-now, now!"

"Would you like some more champagne first, Tim dear?" she teasingly proffered. And when he shook his head, she laughed softly, and murmured, "That's very flattering. Well, maybe you are just about ready. But first let me make sure, darling. I want this to be perfect for you.

Now, taking her hair in both hands, she bent over him and began very gently and lingeringly to friction his aching penis with the silken strands. He ground his teeth to hold back the savage urge to ejaculate, and the muscular cords along his inner thighs flexed sporadically. The soft brush of her fingers as they guided the coppery red curls up and down his now fully rigid shaft could discern his frantic eagerness for consummation. Gently she stroked his testicles, rubbing the ends of her shimmering cascade against the gnarled, hairy sacks till they contracted and spasmed with the furious urgency that-had begun to take hold of him.

Now she stretched a lovely bare arm out towards a little tabouret just beyond the revolving bed, and retrieved a small white porcelain jar whose top she unscrewed. Then, dipping her right forefinger into the ocher-tinted ointment, she carefully applied it over the velvety glans and the tautly rigid shaft of his swollen penis. The fragrance of sandalwood came to his dilated nostrils, and he blinked in pleased surprise at this unexpected nuance of erotic preparation. As in a three-dimensional dream in which the incense and the light and mirrors and music all compounded this fantasy which was yet reality, he watched her anoint the soft pink quivering lips of her vulva. Then, replacing the top of the jar and setting it over at the foot of the bed, she moved hack to him and knelt between his straddled thighs, her hands reaching for his and their fingers entwining. Her hair tumbled down onto his chest, and he arched himself with a frenzied impatience, wanting to assuage the maddening aching in his loins and to slake himself as if it were almost the very first time in his existence.

She crouched before him, tossing her lovely head so that the thick cascade of coppery red hair tumbled down over her back and, with that motion, let him again delight in the jouncing of her firm white breasts. Her nipples seemed stiffer and darker now, though perhaps it was the fanciful tinting which the diffused light accorded her naked flesh. Her fingers glided over his inner thighs, thence to his abdomen and chest, now stroking his sides up to the armpits and back down till at last she took hold of his aching penis with both thumbs and forefingers and commenced a rapid- series of tiny little squeezes which made him groan aloud.

"You've been wonderfully patient, you're a perfect lamb, Tim," she complimented him. And then, in a whimsical tone and a quick little smile of her moist red lips, she added, "Remember, don't try to do everything the first time. It's good to take the edge off, and then we can both take our time and learn more about each other. You'll see. And now, I know rye kept you waiting an awfully long time, but I'll try to make it up to you."

With this, she put her left thumb and forefinger to the soft pink hairless lips of her vulva and yawned them apart, while her right hand grasped the middle of his upright, throbbing spear. He caught his breath and shuddered with a feverish anticipation, his hands wanting to reach out and squeeze and possess the warm resilient naked body so tantalizingly displayed before him.

"Now put your legs tight together, dear, so I can have you," she whisperingly instructed, and he obeyed. Deftly, straddling over his hips, her nylon-sheathed knees planted firmly on the waterbed which continued to revolve, she took hold of his penis at the circumeisional groove, exerting a very light pressure with the very tips of – forefinger and thumb, and guided him into her gaping cleft. At that initial contact; he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, for the ferocious impulse to release his pent-up essence was almost intolerable. Tilting back his head, tightening all his muscles, he fought against the disaster, for that would be to repeat the failures of the past, failures he had come here to repair.

Slowly she sank herself down upon him, impaling herself, and he could feel the pulsations of her vaginal sheath as it enclasped his penetrating organ. Her fingers moved down to the scrotum as she absorbed almost all of it, and the quick little pinches which she applied served also to block his frantic will to climax at this inappropriate moment.

"My goodness, you've nothing to be ashamed about at all, nothing, darling," she confided in a soft, little girl voice as very carefully now, reaching out to grasp his shoulders, she lowered herself. When he felt the impact of her ripe firm naked breasts against his panting chest, he yielded to impulse for the first time and locked his arms around her smooth deeply hollowed warm bare back.

Her mouth sealed his, and her tongue nimbly probed between his lips. It was like a galvanizing current flowing between their bodies. He steeled himself to withhold his juices, for this had been so perfect till this moment that the least flaw would destroy the illusion of ecstatic perfection, of love as it was meant to be between man and woman with a dash of sophistry and wit to spice the episode.