Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

"I don't think I have the energy," I laugh. But the idea begins to appeal to me. Not the money really, but the thought of Graham actually being willing to pay me for it. And his wanting to have it again in some wild way. Both things are so incongruous.

I start thinking about some of the things I could try on him. I am surprised to feel my pussy moisten a little. I decide to push it farther. "I'd hate to be just a cheap slut or anything, Graham," I say, "… but even a lady might say yes to a thousand."

I expect him to explode at that. But he just stares at me evenly. "It depends on how good you can make it," he says.

"Oh I can make it good all right."

"Tell me."

"No, that'd ruin it. It would have to be a surprise. A thousand then?"

He nods. I can see eagerness beginning to rise in his face, his prick starting to push out against his pants.

"You'll have to give me a minute alone to get ready. Wait outside."

After he leaves I take off my clothes and stand naked in front of the mirror, trying to think of what to do. I pick up my lipstick and apply it thick on my lips. Laughing to myself, I lipstick the tips of my nipples. I draw more circles on each of my breasts. Concentric ones that make my nipples look like targets. I get carried away with the idea of it all and make lipstick arrows on my belly and upper thighs all pointing at my pussy. I dab some lipstick on my cunt lips and make them bright red.

I step back and look at myself for a moment in the mirror. I laugh, but it all makes me feel very sexy. I get a lovely pink pants suit that I have worn only once or twice out of one of my suitcases and slip it on with nothing else beneath. With a scissors I cut small holes in it so that my red nipples poke out. I cut a wide slit in the crotch so that the tips of the pointing arrows can be seen. I put my hair up high in my head and put pink ribbons in it to hold it up, then make bangs that come down almost to my eyes.

"Aren't you ever going to be ready in there?" I hear Graham call.

"In just a minute… be patient."

I spray cologne on my neck and nipples and pussy. I draw the belt of the pants suit tight. I study myself in the mirror again. I look like a thousand dollar prostitute all right. A prostitute about to get paid for screwing her own husband. The craziness of the whole idea excites me.

Graham almost leaps at me when I go out into the living room. In a moment we are rolling on the carpet.

I stick one of my lip sticked nipples into his mouth. "Bite me," I say. "… ooh not too hard… that's better. Suck me… the left one. It itches. I'll get your prick out now so you can fuck me. Or do you want me to eat you first? You eat me too. I want to feel your tongue up in my cunt. I'll swing around. Like this. Mmmm, your big cock will taste so good."

He eats the lipstick from my cunt.

I suck his prick in my mouth.

We fuck standing up with my one leg raised to spread open the slit I've cut around my pussy in the pants.

He rubs my breasts and nipples constantly as he screws me. I can tell from his urgent grunts and the way he thrusts his cock in and out of me that it won't last long. I am sexed up too and keep cuming with every few strokes. It is not being with Graham that excites me… it is the wildness of it, the odd costume I have made, the way I am screwing him for money. It could be the cock of any man. I drive my cunt against it as it fucks me.

We finish it still standing there next to the sofa. Most of his cum runs down my legs. He keeps his prick in my cunt until it softens and shrinks out of me.

I take a shower to wash off the lipstick and Graham's cum. I slip back into my dress. He gives me the thousand dollar check and asks me to stay on a few days." "No," I say. "It's been good, but I've had enough, really. I'll send you my address when I get settled so you can write me when it's okay to go ahead with the divorce."

"Maybe we could go out together some time," he says. "… have dinner or something."

"Maybe. We'll see." I bring my suitcases out into the living room.

He helps. "Can I give you a ride anywhere?"

"No. I'll just call a cab… thanks."

The taxi arrives a few minutes later. Graham carries out my suitcases. He keeps trying to change my mind about leaving up to the last minute. "No, Graham," I say. I kiss him lightly on the cheek. He stares at me dumbly. Then I am in the cab and gone.

I spend the next few days looking for an apartment. With all the money I have in the bank now, my eyes are big and I have trouble finding something that satisfies me. In the meantime I stay at the Hotel Plaza again. The gawky bellhop looks startled when he sees me in the lobby and keeps thinking up excuses to come to my room. But I don't give him any encouragement. I have decided to stay off sex until I get located in a new place. He keeps at it, and I see no reason to be bitchy about it so I let him in and make him a drink.

I restrict him to kissing me at first, but eventually I give in to his eager advances and let him fuck me. It doesn't last long, but I am content about it afterwards. It kind of gets the feeling of Graham out of my system. It is like a hot refreshing bath. I get a kick out of it too because he's so proud of himself, as if he's just seduced a virgin.

He even sends up some roses from the flower shop in the lobby the next day. I keep them for a day but then forget to put in water, and they start to wilt. I wrap them up in a newspaper and stuff them in the waste basket on the maid's cleaning cart. The next time that Tom that's the bellhop's name – comes to the room, I can see he is looking for the roses. I thank him and say that they were beautiful but that I have an allergy and can't sleep with flowers in the same room. I tell him that I gave them to an old lady who said she had a nice place to keep them in the sun. I expect this explanation to satisfy him, but he still seems unhappy about it so I get out his prick and let him fuck me again. As he cums, he sucks one of my nipples deep into his mouth.

I am tired of taking. cabs apartment hunting so I buy a car, a new convertible. I don't want to make too much of a dent in my money so I buy it in installments, figuring that I will be able to finish paying for it with the money I will get later from Graham. For a few days I forget about apartment hunting and just drive the car around, as if it is a new toy. I want to show it off to somebody so I take Tom for a ride.

We drive south along the Louisiana peninsula toward the point. The river is banked high against floods and we don't see much of it. But still it is pleasant moving along smoothly in the open car with Tom sitting next to me. I let him rest his hand on my thigh. The breeze sweeps back my hair.

I turn off the highway and try to get to a place where we can see the Gulf. But the road leads nowhere except deeper into sand and grass and trees. We stop and get out and walk about on the sandy road. We find a dead-looking snapping turtle. It doesn't look as if it's been hit by a car, but it is all dried up about the eyes as if it's been baking there on the road all day in the sun.

Tom picks it up by the back of its shell and carries it to the shallow stream that runs next to the road. The turtle remains motionless even when he puts it in the water. We stand there bending over the stream, watching it. I am sure that it is dead or too close to being dead to recover. But after a few minutes I see its tail and legs start to move. Slowly at first. Then more rapidly.

"Look Tom, it's starting to move!" I say. "See its legs. Maybe its going to be all right."

Tom nods. "It was probably just dehydrated. It's soaking up the water now. Watch its mouth. You can see it swallowing."

"Oh yes… you're right. I hadn't noticed that. And now its eyes look different, too… so bright."