Con Demerest - Her anal perversion

Alice wanted to scream, she was so frustrated. He had got her wildly aroused and caused her cunt to juice up with yearning for him, then he had kissed the tip of her cute nose and left her hanging, just when he was his to do with as he pleased.

The redhead's actions had affected Alice just as he'd hoped they would. On their next date he would fuck her. He wanted her badly, but not while she was drunk. He had misjudged her capacity for alcohol, and he didn't want to take unfair advantage of her, as this was not his way with women he respected. When he took Alice he wanted her to be completely sober, so that she would know exactly what she was doing.

"Where are you taking me tonight, John? You didn't say when you called," Alice said, sliding across to the middle of the seat as they drove away from her house at eight-twenty. "Am I suitably dressed?"

He put his arm around her and drew her closer. When she snuggled up to him with a soft sigh, he put his hand on her breast and gave it a squeeze. "You've never looked lovelier," he assured. "I'm taking you to my apartment."

"Oh," Alice breathed, and a flash of anticipation tingled up her spine. She didn't have to ask why. The tone of his voice and the way he tweaked her nipple through her blouse and bra made his intentions perfectly clear. "Why tonight?" she asked. "Like this."

"I don't follow you, honey."

"The other night you were very romantic, whereas now you're being almost painfully blunt," she explained. "I don't quite know how to take you, John, and I don't think I like being propositioned this way. I'm not sure I want to go to bed with you tonight. This is what you want, isn't it?"

He nodded. "Since the first time I laid eyes on you."

"Then why didn't you take me the other night, after we'd been dancing? Didn't you know how much I wanted you then?"

"I knew," he replied, weighing the lush mound of her right tit with the palm of his hand. "But you were too tipsy. Alice, I'm going to level with you. We're both responsible adults, and I respect you too much to hand you a line. Right now I'm a pretty mixed-up guy. My ex really hurt me. I don't know if I'll ever want to get married again. You're a decent woman. I won't deceive you even a little bit. I think I love you, and I damned well know I want you… but I'm not promising you a thing."

When Alice said nothing, John took his arm from around her and put both hands on the wheel. "Well, I guess I blew it, didn't I? Do you want me to take you home?"

Alice put her hand on his thigh. "No, John, I don't want to go home yet. We'll go to your apartment, though I'm not promising to go to bed with you. You see, Darling, I feel pretty much the same way you do. And I appreciate your honesty. Yes, let's just relax and be ourselves, why don't we? As you say, we're both responsible adults, and life doesn't come with guarantees, does it?"

"You're some kind of woman," John said. He put his arm around her again and hugged her with genuine affection.

Alice smiled and laid her head on his shoulder. She patted his thigh but said nothing. It was nice to be with him like this, with all the normal pretexts of dating cast aside. There was little doubt in her mind, she was almost sure she was going to have intercourse with John. But her womanly intuition told her to leave him in suspense.

"You're not much of a housekeeper, are you?" Alice asked when they entered John's clothes-strewn efficiency apartment. "I see you made the bed up nice and neat, though."

He grinned sheepishly and began picking up the articles of clothing lying about. "It's a hide-a-bed."

"So I see," Alice replied, amused at his sudden discomfiture.

"If you'd like… I mean if the bed makes you uneasy, it would only take me a second to turn it back into a couch."

She laughed, and it felt good to be laughing again. Amazed at how relaxed she felt, Alice told him, "Don't bother, John. It's fine the way it is. Here, give me those clothes. Why don't you make us a drink while I finish tidying up for you?"

John made drinks and put on a stereo tape while Alice flitted about, humming as she straightened up the small apartment for him. Other than the humming, she moved silently, for she'd kicked off her high-heeled pumps and was walking around in her stocking feet. All this pleased John more than be was willing to say. There was an intimacy of the finest sort between them now. He enjoyed the company of this beautiful young widow, and he knew they were going to have a very pleasant evening together, whether or not he managed to get his eager dick into the sweetness of her small, shapely body.

Alice padded over to John and accepted with equal grace the drink, the pat on the ass and the thanks he gave her for picking up after him. He pulled her down on his lap, and she cuddled right up to him. They sat there in the overstuffed chair, saying nothing, merely smiling and sipping their drinks as they listened to the soft, dreamy music from his stereo tape player. If they were cats, they would've both been purring.

"Dance with me," John said when they'd finished their drinks.

She nodded and slid off his lap. He kicked off his shoes and they danced in their stocking feet, their bodies close together and their arms around one another at the waist. Alice rested her head on his shoulder. This was lovely. When she felt his hands caressing the upper slope of her buttocks, moving lower inch by inch, she merrily sighed and closed her eyes.

Yes, Darling, she encouraged him with secret thought, forming the words in her mind as if she were actually saying them to him. Fondle my bottom, I want you to!

As if in answer to her unspoken request, John stroked the appealing contours of her soft, full asscheeks. Then he cupped them from below, lifting them, and pulled her loins tighter against his.

"Mmmm," Alice sighed, and she hugged him. Her womanly breasts flattened against his muscular chest. She could feel his penis growing between their bodies, but she didn't pull away, "This is nice, isn't it, John?"

"Uh-huh. Because it's with you." He pulled up the back of her skirt and began stroking the warm mounds of her resilient buttocks through the sheer nylon of her white panties. "I can't help myself, Alice. You're a beautiful, desirable woman. I want you. Unless you stop me, and all it'll take is a serious no from your sweet lips, I'm going to strip you naked and make love to you."

"I don't feel like saying no yet," she whispered, her hands moving in tiny circles over the small of his back.

He kissed her with open-mouthed urgency, his tongue probing into her willing mouth. While he explored the hidden recesses of her moist oral cavern, he slid his hands down into her step-ins and started fondling flesh to flesh the warm globes of her lovely rump.

"Oh, John," she sighed, rubbing herself against him as they danced slowly to the soft strains, of romantic music. "We shouldn't be doing this, Darling. I shouldn't be letting you handle me so intimately."

John said nothing. He continued dancing while he covered her ear with his mouth and slithered his tongue inside.

"Ooooh… oh, John! You're going to melt me if you keep that up."

Swirling his wet tongue around in her ear, he inserted his fingers into the cleft of her behind and gave each of her twin globes a love squeeze. He held her tight and pressed his erected, upward-angled phallus into the softness of her slightly rounded lower abdomen.

"Aaaah, aaaah," she sighed, squirming in sensual discomfort.

They stood in the center of the room, swaying together but no longer dancing. John's green eyes shone with tender emotions as he gazed down at her upturned visage.

"I'm going to undress you now, Alice."

Her eyelids fluttered. She whimpered softly and nodded almost imperceptibly. He stepped back and began unbuttoning her blouse. Alice shut her eyes and shivered with anticipation. The feeling she had for this virile redheaded man was strong. If it wasn't love, then it was close enough to suit Alice, because the womanly urge to submit to John was making her glow all over. She wanted to be divested of her clothes and taken by him.