Dick Ballz - One-On-One

The itch began near the back of her anus and weedled its way right on up and over her erected clitoris. That certain itch that comes only to women in desperate need. Midge was more than familiar with the lovely yet agonizing feeling. It was time… yes… Midge knew it was that time. She closed her eyes, not wanting to… but the demand was there, spinning in her brain, warming her body.

She squirmed in her lonely bed and tried to resist the lusty thoughts that seemed to actually whisper about the room.

Midge turned over in bed and reached out a slender, well-manicured hand toward the small paperback book in the drawer of the night table. She kept it there, knowing that Robert would never see it. She was embarrassed at the very sight of it, but she had a need for it now… a need for the excitement to be found within its covers. She glanced nervously at the clock for what seemed to her to be the millionth time.

It was eleven-thirty, and Robert was not home yet. It was the fourth night in a row now that he had not come home for dinner… not anywhere close to dinnertime. It was getting to be too much, every night later and later, and all because of that damned promotion. She cared about his getting ahead, certainly… but at what price? It was almost like not being married at all.

Midge stretched her long slim legs out under the covers, down to where the sheets were cooler and soothing. She felt overwarm. Even though she was wearing a very scanty nightgown, the transparent fabric clung to her voluptuous contours, as moisture from her nervous perspiration seeped through to the material. She adjusted her pillows, propping them behind her back, and with a quick gesture, brushed her long auburn hair from her eyes. Then she opened the forbidden book to the page she had marked with a small slip of paper.

"Cliff began the steady back and forth motion that was a forerunner of what was to come. He placed the tip of his member to her moist, hairshielded opening, then with a sudden thrust he pushed all the way into her and the entire bulk of his cock slid into her, creating a wondrous sensation that filled her with a steadily rising fire."

Midge put the book down, her smooth creamy breasts heaving as she caught her breath. She glanced once more at the clock and listened a moment. Perhaps she would hear the car pulling into the driveway. But she heard nothing… only the sounds of crickets chirping in the warm night air of the comfortable Long Island home. She had decided to wear the most alluring nightgown she owned that evening. One of Robert's favorites. She was determined that he would not ignore her tonight. She mentally began to count days in her head… the days it had been since her husband had last made love to her. Yes, it was more than two weeks!

In all of the five years they had been together, there had never been such a long stretch between their lovemaking. A few days maybe, but nothing like this. She had always been secretly pleased that Robert continued to show such an avid interest in her body as the years of their marriage passed.

But now it was different. He always seemed so preoccupied these days since it became known that he was in line for a promotion from Senior Art Director to the position of Account Executive at Carter and White advertising. He had let her know in no uncertain terms that he did not intend to be stuck as an art director all his life… that wasn't where his interests lie. He wanted the big money… the big office… the best of everything.

Somehow Midge wished that things could remain the same for them. She had considered herself very happily married up until this point. Now Robert was hardly ever at home, and she missed him. Her body missed his touch. She wondered if he was bored with her… perhaps it was her fault somehow. But her mirror still reflected a splendid shape of which any woman would be proud. Her dark hair reflected smoldering red highlights and her skin was fresh and clear. She had been a much sought after photographer's model before marrying Robert, and she had lost none of her good looks since then. If anything, she had grown more beautiful than before. No, she didn't think it was her fault, and yet she had tried everything these last few days to tempt him… and nothing had worked. Well, tonight would be different she thought.

Tonight she would not let him ignore her. With a sigh, Midge returned to her book.

"He wrapped his arms tightly about the young girl's willing body, pushing deeper and deeper until her moans and sighs filled the entire room. Suzanne had never felt anything like this before…!"

Midge quickly closed the book. She could hear the sound of the Pontiac pulling into the drive. The wheels crunched over the fine gravel and then came to a stop. There was a moment of stillness after the motor was cut. The car door slammed and she heard Robert's quick, heavy step on the walk. She threw the naughty book back into the drawer and jumped out of bed… so that she could examine herself once more in the mirror.

After smoothing her hair and adjusting her gown, she applied a few more drops of "Madame Rochas" to her earlobes, one more drop inside the deep cleavage of her breasts, and another to the soft vee between her shapely thighs. He simply could not refuse her tonight, she knew. Her lavender gown reached only to the tops of her soft pink thighs, but even if the gown had continued down to her toes, not one inch of Midge's lush body would have been hidden from even the least curious gaze, for the material was of the sheerest available. It did not hide the shadow of her curly pubic hair that softly covered her sex mound, nor did it hide the rosy tips that crowned her generously proportioned globular breasts. When she turned to hop back in bed, the mirror reflected two nether cheeks of ample size to fit, each one, the curve of a large masculine hand, as they gently bounced rhythmically to each step she took.

When Robert opened the door of the bedroom, Midge was propped seductively back on her pillows, smiling pleasantly at him.

"Hello, darling," he said, kissing her briefly on the lips and turning to go to his closet, where he promptly began to disrobe. Midge watched him as he took his things off, his back to her.

"Sorry I'm so late again," he continued. "Just couldn't be helped. Ron wanted to go over some pointers with me about tomorrow's meeting of the big wigs. Could be very important." He was nude by this time… and Midge admired his strong, muscular back, the firm, tight buttocks and the long tanned legs that had so attracted her to him five years ago when they had first met at Ocean Beach. She blushed and looked away as he turned to come toward the bed. A thrill ran through her at the thought that they could soon be making love. Her body longed for him … it was like a dull ache all over.

"God… I'm tired!" Robert exclaimed, letting himself fall heavily into the bed. He covered his nude body with the lightweight summer blanket. He could feel himself falling asleep as his head touched the pillow.

But Midge pressed her warm body against the hard flatness of his reclining form.

"Oh, darling," she said… "darling, I've missed you so much!" She kissed his shoulders with soft moist lips and wrapped one long silky leg around his.

Robert wanted only to roll over and go to sleep. Thoughts of the next day's meeting drifting through his head. But he felt the nudging pressure of Midge's body touching him. One of her breasts brushed against his arm. The familiar scent of her perfume reached his nostrils just as Midge slid her leg between his, and he could feel his penis involuntarily begin to rise in anticipation of what she would do next.