0 comments/ 42162 views/ 0 favorites Hair Makes the Man By: seatraveller The characters and events in this story are the inventions of the author's imagination. Any similarity to real individuals and events is purely coincidence. * * * * * We all have crosses to bear during our lives. If we're lucky we learn along the way to deal with our crosses and get rid of them. This story is about how I was able to get rid of one of my crosses with the help of a woman who was beautiful both physically and as a person. The events of this story are as clear to me as if they happened yesterday. My name is Rick Scofield. I'm a normal kind of guy with normal desires. My needs are simple and my luxuries few. It was not like this in my youth. Puberty for me occurred during the 1960's also known as the Age of Aquarius and the age of the sexual revolution. They never knocked on my door once. I was what you'd call a late bloomer in large part due to a painful shyness around women. When I finally broke through my shyness I discovered I had another problem. If I found a young lovely interested in a relationship with me it didn't last long. It wasn't that I treated them badly or because I had bad breath or something like that. I was, and still am, hairy. The only parts of my body without hair are the palms of my hands, the soles of my feet and the cheeks of my fanny. As soon as a relationship got to the touchy-feely stage things would turn very chilly. When my lovely companions would see or feel the mat of fur covering my chest and stomach it was all over. This situation had me very confused. I had read all the men's magazines and how to books so that I wouldn't be a total klutz. According to those "experts" there were women out there who adored a man with a hairy chest, there were even supposed to be a few driven so wild they would practically rape a guy with hair on his chest. I can assure you my virtue was never in danger. This all changed the winter of my twenty-forth year. I found I had a love of cooking why I don't know. When I graduated high school I tried to enlist to become a cook. The military said I had a Rheumatic heart and disqualified me. I worked full time at a job I hated and enrolled in a school of culinary arts at night to learn cooking and restaurant management. By the time I was twenty-four I was cooking full time and still going to school part-time. I had a dream of owning my own restaurant and wanted all the knowledge and experience I could get. The restaurant where I worked was a mom and pop place called J&M's. A sweet couple Joe and Maria owned it. They had no kids of their own so I became their adopted son. As my surrogate mother Maria felt it was her duty to find me a wife. She set me up with every available woman she could find. She started with the waitresses at the restaurant, then her bank teller, and daughters of friends. The result was always the same. I finally begged her to stop trying to set me up. A guy can only take so much rejection from the fair sex and I had more than my share. Joe's competition started offering entertainment along with food. Joe decided he had to do the same so as not to loose customers. He started offering light entertainment. Small jazz, blues and folk combos and piano players and the like. He even had a small dance floor installed. One day Joe came in all excited, he couldn't wait to tell me about the act he had just hired. "Rick wait 'til you see the act I just hired. Maria and I just had a demonstration and we hired the girl right on the spot." I had never seen Joe gush before. "What kind of act is it Joe?" "It's a mind reading act that is unbelievable. And wait 'til you see the girl!" "When does this lady Svengali start." "She starts Friday night and will fill in between the band's sets." Friday night was business as usual. The early sitting orders had me hopping. Our new star must have come in the back and changed because I never saw her. I didn't even know she was there until I heard Joe introduce her. The act was one where she talked to members of the audience for a few seconds then began to tell them things about themselves she should never have known. She was very good at it. Her voice was low, sultry and very sexy. If the rest of her matched the voice this was one sexy lady. Most nights there was a lull between the first and second sitting and that night was no different. I used that time for my break. My assistants finished up getting ready for the next sitting while I had a soda and a smoke at the staff table. That night I joined Maria and a couple of waitresses at the table. "What did you think of the new act," Maria asked? "I only caught bits and pieces from the kitchen. What I heard sounded pretty good." "What about the young lady?" "I never got a chance to see her Maria. She has a sexy voice though." Just then I heard that voice behind me, "Well big guy, now's your chance to see the rest." I began to stand and turn with my hand out then stopped dead in my tracks. Looking back at me through lavender eyes was the prettiest face I had ever seen outside a fashion or glamour magazine. She had shoulder length blond hair nicely styled and was covered from neck to toe in a flowing diaphanous gown. She was also tall, she looked me in the eye and I stand six feet. Maria saved me by saying, "Rick I would like you to meet Glenda Miller. Glenda this is Rick Scofield our cook." She put a small but strong hand in mine and said, "Nice to meet you Rick." "My pleasure Ms Miller." "Oh, Glenda please Rick." The eyes the voice and the warm hand were sending shivers up and down my spine. She joined us at the table and we began to get aquatinted. Just then one of the kitchen staff came to tell me that orders were starting to come in. I excused myself to returned to the kitchen and never made it back to the staff table. When I looked at the clock it was 11 PM and we were cleaning up for the night. I was putting the finishing touches on the range when I heard that voice behind me. The shivers came back. "Good night Rick. It was nice to meet you." "The pleasure was mine Glenda. Good night." She waved and was gone. Over the next several weeks I got to know Glenda better. She would make a point to stop by the kitchen between sets to talk. Sometimes I would catch her looking at my arms and hands as we talked. The heat of the kitchen forced me to wear a tee shirt, but I always wore my apron up so the thick chest hair wouldn't show. I didn't want to scare this woman away. Slowly I learned that she was about six years older than I was and divorced. She had a ten-year-old daughter and lived in an apartment. Despite getting to know her I still didn't know what her figure looked like. She looked to be thin what the fashion folks called willowy but beyond that nothing. Glenda had slipped into my fantasies and I looked forward to the weekends again. About a month later fate intervened. One night Glenda was late, so late that she missed her first show. This was totally unlike her and we were all a little worried. She finally showed up just in time for her second show, and apologized profusely to Joe and Maria for being late. Her car had broken down on the way to the restaurant and she'd had to get a cab. The car was left where it stopped because there was no time to call for a tow. As I was closing up the kitchen that night Joe appeared in the door. "Rick, would you see that Glenda gets home and her car gets taken care of? I'd do it myself but Maria doesn't feel good and wants to get home to bed." I could see Glenda behind him in her winter coat with her garment bag over her arm and an anxious look on her face. I said, "Sure, I'd be glad to. Give me a minute to change and I'll be right with you." She looked relieved. In the changing room I traded my apron and tee shirt for the flannel work-shirt and jacket in my locker. When I came out I looked at Glenda, "Ready?" "Let's go," she said. When we got to my car Glenda ooed and ahed. The car was my one luxury then, and my pride and joy. I called her Baby. Baby was a bright red '69 Mach One Mustang with 390 interceptor engine, Holley carbs, Hurst shifter, dual exhaust, positraction rear end, and tuck and roll red leather interior. She was as fast as she looked too. Once inside with the heater going full blast Glenda told me where her car was. It took about twenty minutes to get there. I lifted the hood and found the problem after about five minutes. I got back in the car blowing on my hands. "I have good news and bad news." "What's the good news," she asked? "I can fix the problem." She looked hopeful and said, "What's the bad news?" "It won't be tonight. It's too cold outside and all my tools are at my place." "Damn. I need to be at the doctor's office early tomorrow for Rachel's appointment. Now what am I going to do." "Relax Glenda. I have an idea." I got on the CB radio and raised my buddy John. He ran a towing company and I'd worked for him a while back. John could give us a tow if we could wait about forty minutes he was on another job right then. I told him where the car was and said I'd meet him there. I looked at Glenda. "How about a cup of coffee while we wait?" "Sounds good to me," pulling her coat higher. There was a diner about a half-mile away so I headed there. Once inside the delightfully warm diner we found a booth and gave our order. I slipped off my jacket and put it on the bench next to me. Glenda removed her coat and placed it over the back of the booth then shook her mane of blond hair and it fell nicely to frame her face. She was wearing a turtleneck sweater that was so bulky I couldn't tell how much of the figure I could see was sweater and how much was her. I still had no idea what her body looked like. The waitress brought our coffee and I told Glenda my plan. "I'm going to have John tow your car to my place. You take my car tonight and get your daughter to the appointment in the morning. When you're finished come to my house and we can trade back." Glenda started shaking her head. "I can't take your car Rick. That's too nice a ride and I would be afraid of getting in an accident or some jerk banging it in a parking lot." "Glenda, I know you and I trust you to take care of Baby for me. Just be careful and you'll be fine. During our conversation I noticed that Glenda was having a hard time keeping eye contact with me. Then I noticed where her eyes were straying. "Rick, would you do me a favor." "Sure, what can I do?" "Would you please button the top buttons on your shirt. It's driving me nuts." I looked down and saw the problem. Trying to get dressed fast at the restaurant I had missed the top two buttons on my shirt. This woman I liked and respected had seen my shame. I was devastated; the relationship that seemed to be warming would now come to a screeching halt. I couldn't look her in the eye. "I'm so sorry you had to see that Glenda." "What do you have to be sorry about? It's my problem not yours. It's not your fault that body hair on a man turns me on." "You mean you're not totally disgusted with what you saw?" "Why would I be Rick?" I told her my sad story with all the details. When I finished she said, "You can take it from this gal that I think you're a stud." Now it was her turn to blush. Just then I noticed the clock on the wall past her shoulder. I told Glenda we had to leave. She looked relieved that our conversation didn't go any further. When we got back to the car John had just finished hooking it up to the wrecker. He asked me where I wanted it taken and I told him to my place. I asked him how much it would be. "For you buddy it's on the house." I thanked him and headed back to the car. I went to Glenda's side of the car instead of the driver's side. When I opened the door and helped her out I said, "It's time you got familiar with Baby if you're going to be driving her." She looked a little nervous as I escorted her around the car to the driver's side. When I was back in the passenger seat I thought of a question I should have asked before. "Glenda, can you drive a stick shift?" "Sure." "With a competition clutch?" "What's that." OOPS. "Step on the clutch Glenda." She did then had to grab the steering wheel and practically stand on the clutch to disengage it. "This will take getting used to," she said. "Just take your time and you'll be fine." It took her going through the gears a few times before she was comfortable, but then she did OK. I gave her directions to my house and soon we were pulling up in front. John had just unhooked her car in my driveway and waved as he pulled away. "Rick, I don't know how to thank you for your kindness. It's very sweet of you." "Just get your girl to the doctor's and I'll see you after." Before I could open the door she leaned across the console and kissed me on the cheek. I stood on the curb in silence with my hand touching my cheek and the other one waving as Glenda pulled away. The next morning I got an early start. I had Glenda's car purring like a kitten in about an hour. Then I puttered around the house for a while. I had just fixed a sandwich and was sitting at the counter to eat it when I heard the familiar rumble of Baby coming in the driveway. By the time I got the front door open Glenda was walking up the footpath to the door. She handed the keys to me and I invited her in while I got hers. I was fumbling in my jacket for her keys when I asked, "Would you like to stay for lunch?" "I'd really like that Rick, but I have another appointment I need to get to. I like your place though. It doesn't look like a typical guy's place." "Thanks." There was a moment of awkward silence after I handed over her keys. Glenda finally said, "Rick, I still feel like I owe you something for your kindness. Would you like to come over for dinner Tuesday night?" I started to protest but said, "Any meal I don't have to cook myself is welcome. Sure, I'd love to." She smiled and her hand went behind my head. Then she leaned forward and gave me a warm gentle kiss. It wasn't long enough to be truly passionate yet it conveyed passion. "Good," she said, "I'll see you tonight, and on Tuesday then." She was gone before I could reply. The kiss lingered on my lips and had me all mixed up. What the kiss hinted at had me warm all over and thinking maybe this gorgeous woman was coming on to me. Then I thought of past experience and my mood changed again. I cautioned myself not to get my hopes up. That night at the restaurant was very slow for a Saturday. I actually got to spend time at the staff table for a change. When I would sit down and Glenda was at the table if I didn't sit next to her she would move next to me. The conversations at the table were lively and Glenda used her hands a lot to emphasize her points. One time she was making a point to me and rested her hand on my arm. When she realized the palm was resting on the mat of fur on my arm she pulled it away quickly and turned a pretty shade of pink. She recovered quickly and no one seemed to notice. I also noticed that her leg began making contact with mine under the table, and it became more frequent as the night wore on. By the end of the night she was holding her leg next to mine whenever we sat together. It was a good thing I had my apron to hide the almost continual hard-on I had that night. Sunday and Monday seemed to drag by. It gave me too much time to think. I tried to keep myself busy, but my mind would wander back to Glenda and that kiss. By Tuesday morning I was so confused I didn't know which way was up. Finally I decided to forget everything be myself that night and let things happen as they would. This gave me enough peace to survive until it was time to leave. Pulling into the parking lot of Glenda's apartment block I realized that this was no working class area. It wasn't one of those exclusive places but was definitely upscale. I rang the door bell a minute or so after 7:00. The door opened and those lavender eyes met me. Glenda was radiant. Her hair was nicely done, make-up was light and accentuated her eyes and high cheekbones. She was wearing a floor length house gown that left her slim arms bare, and revealed her lovely neck. After a quick peck on the cheek Glenda stepped aside to let me in. Behind her was a miniature Glenda. "Rick, I would like you to meet Rachel. Rachel honey, this is Mr. Scofield." I bent down with my hand out and she placed her tiny hand in mine. "Hello Rachel, it's nice to meet you. You can call me Mr. Rick if you like." "Hi." She said shyly. Glenda looked relieved when I took of my jacket and revealed the turtleneck sweater underneath. She smiled a thank you. "Sweetie, why don't you take Mr. Rick into the living room while mommy finishes getting dinner ready." That's when the aromas of dinner hit me and I realized how hungry I was. Rachel and I sat on the sofa and talked a while. I found out she was in the third grade and very intelligent. She was also very mature in some ways for a girl of only ten. Then she trounced me in hangman before dinner. Dinner was great and the company was excellent. I had two attractive and entertaining hostesses and everyone seemed to have a good time. When the dishes were cleared from the table Rachel was ready to leave. "Mom, can I go to Melissa's now?" It seemed that a sleepover had been arranged earlier and this was the big night. Glenda asked if I would walk Rachel to the little girl's apartment. It was in another building of the complex. The night was cold and crisp and we could see our breath as we walked. "Mr. Rick, do you love my mom?" Talk about delicate questions. "Well, Rachel that hasn't been decided yet. Why?" "Well, the only people she has that really love her are me and my gram and grampa and she has been awfully sad. I just thought that if she had someone else to love her like we do she might be happier, you know?" We had stopped and I stooped down so that I could look in her eyes. "Rachel, I promise that if I decide I love your mom you will be the first to know after her. OK?" She showed me that she had inherited her mom's smile too. "OK. But if you decide you do I think I'll know before you tell me." Like I said, very mature in some ways for a girl of ten. I returned to the apartment and rang the bell again. My lovely hostess met me with another kiss. After hanging my coat she took me by the hand and led me to the sofa. "Rick, we need to talk." We sat close to each other but not touching. Glenda turned slightly so she could see me as she talked and I did the same. I had noticed two glasses of wine on the coffee table and she reached for one of the glasses and took a sip, then cleared her throat took my hand in hers and began. "There are some things you need to know about me before our relationship goes any farther. I come with more old baggage than a child and a failed marriage. A little over two and a half years ago I was in a car accident. I wasn't badly hurt but my head took a savage blow and I ended up in a coma for almost a year. When I came out of the coma the life that I knew didn't exist any more. The husband I thought loved me left me for a woman he'd been seeing while I was in the coma, and divorced me. I also found a big empty spot where some of my memory used to be. The last big blow was my body. Before the accident I weighed a hundred and thirty-five pounds and had a figure I was proud of. By the end of the coma I weighed eighty-five pounds and looked worse than one of those stick figure fashion models." She took another sip of wine before continuing. "My family and friends have helped me regain the memory I lost. When my ex-husband filed for divorce my dad called his friend who just happens to be the best divorce lawyer in the state. The material things Rachel and I have are the result of the generous settlement he arranged. My body has been another matter. It has only been within the past eighteen months that it has become even a shadow of its former self. It's been like going through puberty again. The doctors have told me that my body should return to its former fullness, but I look in the mirror and see what it is then remember what it used to be. Vanity has been making me miserable. I have felt so undesirable that I haven't even felt worthy of the interest a few men have shown. That's why I wear the clothes I do. I don't want those that knew me before to see me as I am now. Hair Makes the Man You've changed that Rick. I've noticed the way you look at me sometimes, and it has made me think just maybe I am becoming desirable again. It has made me anxious to find out and wary of the results at the same time. My ex-husband and I had not been intimate for almost a year before the accident. It has been almost four years since I have been with a man. While I admit that hair on a man's body turns me on more than I like to admit, I don't want you to think that is the only reason I would give myself to a man." To say I was stunned would be a gross understatement. I was amazed that she would be that open and honest with me, I was astounded that she would say these things to a man she knew had an interest in her. She deserved to have openness and honesty in return and shouldn't have to wait to hear it. It was my turn to take a sip of wine. "Glenda, thank you for being so open I'm glad you think enough of me to show this much trust. If I understand what you're saying I'm not sure I'm the man you want for this. You know my history with women in general. While I'm no virgin my girlfriends didn't stay around long enough for me try the things I knew how to do. I have a lot of knowledge about how to make love, but very little experience. You deserve all of the pleasure possible from physical intimacy and I'm not sure I can give it to you." Her eyes filled with tears and each spilled one to run down a cheek. I reached with my thumbs and gently wiped them away while my hands cradled her lovely face. The smile she gave me lit her face with joy. "Thank you Rick. You've told me what I need to know, and I know that you are the right man for the job" "I have... I mean I am?" "Your concern for my pleasure tells me you will be a very considerate lover, and if we are patient we will have more pleasure that either of us can handle." Her hands found my face and our lips met in a warm passionate kiss that seemed to last for minutes, but probably lasted just seconds. Glenda pulled back a little and looked deep in my eyes. There was a trace of apprehension in her eyes that I didn't understand. Almost in a whisper she said, "I need to give you a peek at what you might be getting in case it's not what you really want." She rose and pushed the coffee table back slightly. Coming close to me she turned her right side forward. Her eyes still had that slight look of apprehension as she slowly bent and gathered the hem of her gown in her hand. When she rose again the hem of the gown came up her right side slowly. Inch by inch a long, slim and shapely leg was revealed to me. The hem of the gown stopped moving at the top of her thigh and she looked at me expectantly. She must have felt encouraged by the fact that I didn't run screaming from the room. A slight smile played at the corners of her mouth as she said, "You can touch if you like." Almost with a mind of their own my hands reached out and gently clasped her leg just above the ankle. The skin was soft as down smooth as silk and warm all at the same time. I moved them together up her leg and massaged and caressed a well-toned calf there was a slight intake of breath as I did. Above her knee the thigh flared and my hands followed the contours again taking time to caress and feel as I went. At the top of her leg one hand continued on up to the buttock and ran over it and squeezed gently. My other hand had reached her hip and caressed along the flat lower abdomen. A moan drew my attention to her face and I saw her eyes closed with lower lip between her teeth. When I removed my hands there was a little groan of disappointment. I sat back and looked up into her expectant eyes. "I haven't seen or touched anything that isn't USDA Choice." A look bordering on relief crossed her face. It was replaced with the apprehension again when I said; "Can I see the rest of the package?" It was obvious that this was her moment of truth. To encourage her I said, "Glenda, please show me your body." She took a deep breath and squared herself to me. Our eyes locked and she reached for the skirt of the gown and began to gather it to raise it. I didn't move my gaze until her hands had stopped and her legs were displayed for me. My gaze covered those shapely pillars from feet to thighs but the gown had stopped just below where her thighs joined. She lifted the gown to her navel and I saw delicate blond hair covering her sex and her labia pouting through the golden tufts. Her tummy was gently rounded and though her hips weren't very broad they were very shapely and tapered to a waist so narrow I knew I could wrap my hands around it. The next movement revealed her lovely breasts not overly large but ample enough for her thin frame. They swelled away from her chest with no sag at all, and the alabaster white skin contrasted nicely with the dusky rose areolas and nipples. The gown came over her head and fell to the floor. She shook her hair out and stood with her arms at her sides. The whole was quite stunning. Slowly she turned to give me the all around view. This woman did not have a bad side. When she was facing me again there was and expectant look on her face. In a voice choked with passion and awe I was able to croak, "You are so beautiful it almost hurts to look at you. If it gets better than this I don't know how I'll survive." Tears welled in her eyes again but none spilled down her cheeks. There was a lustful quality to her gaze. Quietly she asked, "Can I see what I'm getting now please? I kicked off my loafers and pulled my socks off before standing. Nervous hands fumbled with my belt and the fastenings of my slacks before they fell to the floor to be kicked aside. A small gasp escaped Glenda when she saw my hair-covered thighs for the first time. My erection was tenting the briefs I wore but I bypassed them for the sweater. I took my time pulling the sweater over my head and tossing it with the slacks. Before the sweater hit the floor Glenda was in front of me. Her hands were running through the mat of fur covering my chest. The soft touch of her hands and fingers sent wonderful sensations through me. My breath caught as they grazed over and the played with my nipples. Glenda put her arms on my shoulders and moved closer until just her distended nipples were buried in my chest hair. She began moving up and down and side to side dragging her nipples through the fur. I watched as they plowed little furrows as they moved. When her nipples made contact with mine the sensation shot through me like a bolt of lightning. Her hands caressed through the hair on my back until they reached my briefs where they slipped under the elastic and down over the cheeks. With her wrists she pushed the briefs down my hips until they got hung up on my erection. She pulled the waist out and over my shaft then down and off. We entered an embrace for the first time and our naked skin made wonderful contact. My erection was trapped between us and Glenda began rubbing herself against it. The sensation of moving against her soft tummy added to the visual and physical stimulation of the past several minutes had me ready to explode. I had to back away from her. "I'm about to come all over both of us," I said between pants. "Let me take the edge off for you baby. This is too good to stop now." She pushed me back until my legs hit the sofa and I sat back with my legs spread. Glenda got to her knees between my legs and I felt her hand gently cradle my scrotum and caress its contents. I had to close my eyes and grit my teeth to keep from coming. Her other hand reached to encircle the base of my erection but her fingers did not reach all the way around. A long groan came from deep inside me when I felt her warm mouth close over the head of my staff. My hips came off the sofa as her tongue flicked over the sensitive glans and her lips began sucking gently. Soft blond hair moved across my stomach and thighs adding to my growing arousal. Glenda opened her mouth wider and began moving her head up and down over me. Her tongue would flutter on the down stroke and suction was applied on the up stroke. This was all too much and I began to lose what little control I had left. I was fast approaching the point of no return. "Glenda, honey you're gonna get a mouthful if you keep that up," I managed through clenched teeth. She looked up at me with a sparkle in her eye and redoubled her efforts. It wasn't long before I was screaming my release at the ceiling as the first ejaculation sent a jet of seed into her waiting mouth. I could not remember such an intense orgasm ever. Glenda continued until every trace of come was cleaned from me. My body felt like every bone had turned to Jell-O, and my lungs worked like bellows trying to catch up to my wind. "Thank you." It was an effort to get those two words out. Glenda climbed onto my lap and cuddled in to me. Her head rested on my shoulder and her hand roamed gently through the hair on my chest. "I should be thanking you," she said in my ear. "Why?" "For reminding me how much I enjoy having a warm erect penis in my mouth and the tangy taste of come." I could sense the smile in her voice. She kissed the side of my neck just below the ear and began nibbling on the earlobe. I began to stroke her thighs and loved the feel of velvet under my hands. My hand came up her side and found the globe of her breast and began to massage and squeeze gently, while the thumb worried the nipple until it was as hard as a pebble. I turned my head slightly so that I could return the favor to her neck and shoulder and Glenda's breathing increased in my ear. "Ugh," she groaned, "I had forgotten how hot a man's hands on my breasts can make me." "What you're doing isn't helping my temperature either." "I know," she giggled, "I can feel your mercury rising against my bottom." She wiggled her buns for emphasis. "We need to take this action where it's more comfortable." She said this as she got up from my lap. She reached for my hands and pulled me to my feet, then wrapped her hand around my erection. We went down the hall toward the bedroom and I followed quite willingly. In the bedroom she walked to the bed, grabbed the covers and threw them to the floor. Our lips met in a wet and hungry kiss when she turned back to me and stepped in to my arms. When we broke for air she said, "Now lover, I need you to do for me what I did for you. I need the edge taken off my lust so I can enjoy being loved." Taking my hands she backed to the bed then sat on the edge. She lay back spreading her legs in invitation. I knelt between her them and ran my hands up the insides of the thighs to the groin. My eyes met hers and she must have seen the doubt in my eyes. "What's the matter Rick?" "This is an area where I have very little experience. I know the basics, but I'm afraid I won't be able to please you the way I'd like." "You just do what you feel led to do. If I need something else I'll let you know." My hands resumed caressing her thighs and I added my mouth lips and tongue. I marveled at the softness of her inner thighs and the little tremors of excitement that coursed through her at my touches. Her aroma became stronger the higher I went until I found myself inspecting the pouting pink labia. There were tiny beads of moisture clinging to those lips and I ran my tongue the length of her opening to collect them all. Glenda moaned and shuddered as I savored her essence on my tongue. With my fingers I gently spread the labia to expose the coral pink inner lips and noticed they were flooded with moisture. I dipped my tongue into the juices and was rewarded with more of that pungent sweet flavor. Going as deep as my tongue could reach I caressed those silken walls and savored their nectar. Glenda's hips began to move against my face to increase the contact and stimulation. When I withdrew my tongue I replaced it with two of my fingers, which picked up the rhythm we had going. I saw an angry pink nubbin of flesh that was her clitoris begging for attention. My tongue flirted with the nubbin for a while, over it around it and under it but never quite directly on it. Glenda's hip movements were becoming frantic in an effort to bring her clit to my tongue. "Oh please baby," she moaned, "don't make me wait like this. Please let me come Please." My moment of truth had arrived. I took that angry nub between my lips and began to flick the very tip with my tongue as fast as I could. As soon as I did Glenda exploded. Her scream echoed off the walls. Hands clamped my head to her thrusting womanhood, and thighs clamped my head in a vice of velvet. Her hips ground her open vagina against my face almost savagely and I found it very difficult to breathe. I didn't care I would stay there until she finished her pleasure or I passed out from lack of air. I never new anyone could come as long as Glenda did. She told me later that she lost count of how many orgasms she had because they were coming so fast. Another would start before the last one finished. She finally screamed for me to stop before she went crazy. Those were the last words she spoke for several minutes. I crawled on the bed with her and cradled her in my arms. I could feel the tremors of her pleasure and I kissed and caressed her as she came down. When the ability to speak returned to her she said, "Lover, you don't have to worry about your abilities in the oral department. That went beyond wonderful, it was almost cosmic it was so good. You can do that to me any old time." "I'm glad I was able to please you, and I'm gonna remember that any old time remark. But right now I have to get to the bathroom or we are going to be floating in this bed." I kissed her nose and rolled out of bed to head for the bathroom. Glenda followed me a few seconds later. She swatted me playfully on the rump as she went by on her way to the sink. She ran warm water in the sink while getting a washcloth from under the vanity. When I finished she cleaned me thoroughly then sat to relieve herself. I returned the favor by cleaning her thoroughly and she purred the whole time. When I finished her hand wrapped around my rejuvenated erection and led me back to the bed. Once we were wrapped in each other's arms again she said, "Lover, now I want you to make long slow sweet love to me and make me scream again." I lowered my mouth to hers for a long warm loving kiss that seemed to last an eternity. For about the next hour I used my mouth and hands to cover every square inch of Glenda's sweet body front and back. Every time I found a spot that added something extra to her level of arousal I made a note of it for the future. I lovingly explored every swell, fold, crease and crevice of that beautiful form before me. By the end of that hour Glenda was feverish with want and desire. I had brought her to the brink of orgasm several times only to back away and begin again. I had pushed her to the top of pleasure mountain and she was teetering at the brink of the abyss. The room was alive with the sounds of her pleasure. "Oh God Rick, I have never been so hot or so ready for a man in my life. Don't make me wait any more lover, please!" "Your wish is my command my love." Once I was in position between her wide spread thighs Glenda's hands caressed my erection lovingly. Then she inserted the head into her opening and the heat and warmth of her was overwhelming. My hips began to push forward and slowly I inserted myself into heaven. My staff was enfolded in a sheath of molten softness that grasped and milked it. When I reached bottom a sigh of completion came from both of us. I lay there motionless for a moment just allowing the sensations to be fully realized. I began to stroke in a slow steady rhythm that Glenda matched easily. Our mouths were hungry for each other and our hands roamed freely about our bodies. "Oh Rick," she panted, "I have to thank you again for reminding me how it feels to be filled again, and for filling me more completely than ever before." Our pace began to increase without our conscious will as the level of our arousal rose. Before long we were almost throwing ourselves at each other. Slapping and squishing noises were coming from our joined bodies as we chased the pleasure we were seeking. I was thankful for Glenda's earlier attention; I would be able to last until she was ready to explode again. She began grunting with each stroke and her moans were getting louder as she reached the brink of the cliff. "Oh god," she screamed as she shattered into a million pieces beneath me. Her body arched off the bed until only her head and her heels were touching it. Her slim frame supported all of my two hundred pounds. I was quickly nearing the point of no return myself, but I was able to keep going until I heard her voice. "Oh Rick, come for me baby. Let me feel you come in me. Fill me up with your seed please." My orgasm began at the tips of my toes and top of my head. It met in my loins and rushed forward exploding like a volcano into her pool of life. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through me with each spasm of ejaculation. My voice joined hers in echoing through the room as I joined her in paradise. When conscious thought returned I realized that my body was dead weight on top of Glenda. I quickly eased the weight on to my elbows and forearms. She hadn't protested so she must have been elsewhere too. Her breathing was still ragged and damp hair clung to her lovely face. We were still joined and I was surprised I was still as hard as I was. My lips touched the pulse in her neck and her ear lobe then showered her face with tenderness. Her body began to stir under me, and as she became fully conscious her arms and legs wrapped around me. Those lavender eyes opened to stare into mine, and a smile graced her lips. "I don't think I have ever been loved that beautifully in my life Rick. You are the considerate lover I expected you to be, and you met my expectations beyond my wildest dreams." I was proud of myself for being able to please this beautiful woman. Our lips met in a gentle loving kiss that seemed to last forever. When it was over I looked deep into her lavender eyes and from the very core of my being told her that I loved her. Her eyes filled with tears as she said in a strong voice, "I love you too." I suddenly felt her vaginal muscles squeezing my semi hard erection. A mischievous look came to her eyes as she said, "I hope you don't expect a repeat performance any time soon. You have worn me to a frazzle, and encores will have to wait." I slid from her body to lay beside her and we embraced warmly. "I can wait for the encore if I don't have to be without your body next to me." "I can think of nothing better than waking up with you next to me in the morning." Gooseflesh began to appear on Glenda. Our passion soaked bodies were warmer than the room and we were getting chilly. I got up to get the covers and put them over her then slid in beside her. She turned her back to me and I spooned myself to her. Her hand reached between her legs to grasp my penis and let it nestle gently between her thighs. Next she put my hand to her breast and covered it with hers. She gave me one last kiss good night and snuggled closer. It wasn't long before I heard a gentle snore and I'm sure we snored in harmony later. * * * * * If you enjoyed this story and feel strongly about it one way or another please vote. That is the only way a writer will know if his work is worthy of the audience. As always comments and constructive criticism is welcome.