3 comments/ 4189 views/ 0 favorites Lola By: OtisNixon Lola opens the door wearing sexy lingerie and high heels, like she always does. Her skinny frame perched on those three inch shoes, her ass sticking out just enough, the little white panties and bra. It always makes me crazy. Her long hair, her sparkling eyes, that stunning smile, her perfect body...I have to stop to catch my breath when I see her. She is young, she is full of life and passion and humor and energy and sex and everything that makes the world a worthwhile place to live. She can't possibly know how I feel, how her smile turns this middle aged man into a child, how deeply and acutely I need her, for reasons she can never know, with a depth that makes no sense at all...this is a professional relationship...I have to stop thinking. It's a moment in time, nothing more, nothing less. Just a snapshot. She greets me with the usual hug and peck on the cheek and brings me to the room where she keeps her massage table. I undress and lay down and she gets to work. What she does with her hands in indescribable. To look at her you would never think it was possible. She surely weighs less than 100 pounds, a body devoid of fat but also without obvious muscle. She puts her hands on my neck and my back and my shoulders and my legs and somehow finds the places where muscles are tired, where bones and cartilege rub each other the wrong way, where my bad posture takes its toll. Somehow she finds the places where it hurts and lays her hands on them and prods and rubs them in just the right way. As she works, we talk. She tells me a little about herself...I hang on every word, careful to try to remember everything she says, to retain every precious detail. Sometimes her sharp accent fools my ears and I have to ask her to repeat herself. She is patient with me. I am an old fool who merely melts like a cheap candle in the presence of her warmth. I want every part of her. I want to know her thoughts, her feelings, her past, her present, her future. She works on my neck, my shoulders, down my back. She climbs up over me and I touch her calves with the backs of my hands as she works down my body. I feel a charge, a pulse, something electric when I touch her. She climbs down and works on my arms...then my legs...then she touches me softly...up both legs, she runs her fingers lightly. She touches my hips with both hands. For a brief moment I feel connected to her and then... She steps away and dims the lights. She takes her lingerie off as I look over my shoulder and watch. Her beautiful nipples emerge from her bra. She slides her panties down to reveal her hairless body, her flawless skin shines in the low light. I want her more than any woman I have ever seen. I dream of her at night and when dawn arrives I think of her all day. Every hour that I am not with her I am killing time. She comes over to the table with the softest look in her eye and a hint of a smile and I turn and run my hands over her perfect ass. I run my hands up her sides and touch her breasts lightly. Her nipples harden to my touch. I look into her eyes and I am lost, lost, lost. Helpless, I would do anything for her, anything she wants or needs, just for the privilege of standing in the light she casts on everything around her. She motions to me that she wants to lay down and I lift my body from the table and she takes my place. I take each nipple into my mouth and caress them with my tongue, feeling them harden. I move down down down, planting kisses along her chest, then her belly, and then I am between her legs. I lightly touch her clit with my tongue and she moans softly, a sound she can't control, something that comes from a place inside her where desire lives and fulfillment awaits. Then I begin to taste her – she puts champagne to shame. The lips are moist and as my tongue enters her I feel her hips roll forward in the unmistakable motion of need, desire, lust. I withdraw and circle her hard clit slowly and then faster and faster. The little moans of desire from her lips spur me on and touch my tongue to her hard clit and she makes a noise I have never heard from her before, a little involuntary squeak. Now I know I have her, that I will bring her to the full expression of her pleasure...that I will make her come. I stop and I slide my face down and taste her delicious tight ass. So perfect, how can one woman be so perfect...I slide my tongue into her ass and she moans a low, guttural sound. She reaches down and grabs my ears and pulls my face back up to her pussy. "Noowwwww," she sighs. Returning my tongue to her clit, I gently touch my finger to her moist, tight asshole and slide it in - just a little - as I lick her wet pussy harder and faster. I slide a finger into her wet pussy too now. So tight, I can barely slip it in. She tells me she hasn't had a man inside her for two years and I believe her. I have spent many hours wondering exactly how my cock would feel inside her. She moans another guttural moan and her breathing is heavy. I touch my tongue to her hard clit and start to move fast. My tongue is everywhere, faster and harder and I hear that the sounds she is making are rising and rising and finally she pulls my face against her and starts to shake. Words come from her mouth that are not English but not her native Chinese...broken bits of language and heavy breathing fill the air and settle slowly around us like feathers from a torn pillow. I am profoundly grateful for what I have with her, what she gives me that is more precious than time or money. My clock runs fast now. Where time used to stretch endlessly before me with no horizon, now I can see that it is finite and limited. Regret is pointless. When you measure time in months not years you can't look back, you can only wring each day for the joy and pleasure it holds. We trade places and Lola begins touching my growing cock. I grow hard quickly with her soft eyes gazing through mine and her hair flowing over me. She takes me into her mouth, slowly teasing me, her tongue caressing the head, and then she begins bobbing up and down, bringing me into her throat. I start fucking her mouth and she gags a little. She's not a big girl. I forget how small she is. I slow down and she puts her hot hand on my cock, stroking it evenly. She oils her hand and touches a finger lightly to my asshole as she keeps stroking my cock. I am arching my hips and just as I think I am about to explode she slows down until I am back from the edge. She slides her finger deep into my ass and takes my aching cock into her soft, warm mouth again. As her mouth holds my impossibly hard cock and she begins bobbing her head again I feel I am going to come in her mouth. I am close. Closer. Almost there. Then she gags again and has to stop but she brings her hand back to my cock and starts stroking again, bringing me back to the edge and then down again and then she knows the time has come and begins stroking her hand fast and hard on my rock hard cock, her finger deep in my ass. She sees that the time has arrived and she takes me into her mouth as I explode a river of cum and she takes it all in, swallowing as she slowly pulls her finger from my ass. I lay there, slowly fading into nothingness, turning to ether and floating away. I would give everything for this woman, this amazing, vibrant, sexy, passionate, smart, beautiful woman. I am hers, if only she would want me. She never will, nor should she. I am an old man running out the clock and she is just beginning what will be a life of beauty, of grace, and of love and passion. I love her, in a way I should not, in a way that will only hurt me...and yet I am grateful for every minute I spend with her. I dress quickly and we chit chat a little. She hands me a bottle of water and I hand her a wad of twenties and thank her. She smiles and peels a couple twenties off and hands them back to me, saying "it's too much." No, it's not too much. It's not too much to pay for an hour of youth, of life, of feeling like I can do anything and go anywhere and live forever. When you measure time in months not years there is nothing more precious than feeling alive. All the riches in the world would not be too much for the way she makes me feel. I put on my hat and she hugs me and smiles and we say "see you soon". I go down the elevator and out into the bright midday sun that burns through the clouds and warms my face, just like Lola warms my soul. I say it to myself once again. All the riches in the world would not be too much for the way she makes me feel. Lola I walked into the club and made my way towards the bar. After ordering myself a Jack and Coke, I took a seat on one of the stools and started a conversation with the bar tender. Over the radio, one of my favorite band's The Ramones started playing; it was their more popular song Blitzkrieg bop. As the music blared through the speaker's I noticed a tall husky looking woman wearing a white tank top and a short white skirt approaching me from across the club. As she got closer, I was able to get a better view at her; she had a nice rack and long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and a fairly good' looking body. Big arms too, but I did not think much of that really. She stopped just in front of me and extended her hand as if asking for' me to take it. I took her hand and she smiled down at me and leaned in closer to whisper in my ear. "Wanna dance?" I smiled back and stood up from the stool leaned in close and whispered back to her. "What's your name?" "Lola," she replied in a sexy yet strangely unnatural voice unnatural for a woman at least. "Well Lola, I would love to dance." She wasted no time pulling me out towards the dance floor and I twirled her around as we danced to the remainder of the song from the Ramones. When the song ended another old song came on the radio, although I wasn't' to' familiar with this one I just knew that it sounded like something I had heard. Shrugging it off I enjoyed the company at hand and smiled at Lola as she wrapped her arms around me and moved closer leaning her head against my chest. The song was a slow dance and I did not mind it so much as we swayed back and forth holding each other close. It had been a long time since I had been this close to a woman and honestly it' felt good and not all in a sexual manner either. It felt good in general just to have someone that I could hold. I'm not the world's most physical guy but when she gave me a light squeeze I could feel this woman had some damn muscle behind her; not unheard of but I hadn't known many women in my life time who liked to work out. It was rare at least. Regardless, I pulled her closer taking the firm tug she had given me as a sign she just wanted me to hold her tighter. As the song finally came to, an end she pulled me back towards the bar and sat down on one of the stools, pulling me close to her and I sat down on her lap. She smiled at me and she leaned in kissing me on the lips. She tasted good and I kissed her back; I could feel her tongue rubbing against my lips begging for entrance so I granted it to her and we sat there for what felt like a really, long time making out. She broke the kiss and as she sat there running her hand up and down my back she whispered in my ear, "Will you come home with me?" I'm not the world's most passionate guy' but when I looked in her eyes I almost fell for her, my Lola. I said okay and together hand in hand we left the club and made our way back to her apartment. As soon as we got there, we wasted no time wrapping our arms around each other and crushing our lips together as we stumbled into her bedroom. Clothes were discarded and tossed to the floor as though they were nothing; we reached her bed and she stopped kissing me and climbed onto the mattress. She slipped out of her cotton panties nice and slow and lay there with her legs crossed together; I climbed into the bed with her over top of her and we started kissing again. As we lay there kissing, she rolled over on top of me and that was when I felt it. Something big and hard pressing against my thigh, I pulled away from her just long enough to look down and see what it was and my heart practically skipped a beat. I pushed her away I jumped out of bed and ran to the door. She called out to me begging me not to go and ran behind me trying to stop me; I tripped and fell to the floor. I got back up on my knee's only to find her standing right in front of me with her big fat cock just a mere few inches from my lips; how convenient I thought. Something came over me, almost like pure curiosity, and in an instant, my shock had worn off. This felt too natural to me with her cock so close to me. I do not know what the hell, I was even thinking but I leaned in and carefully wrapped my lips around her. She moaned and ran her hand through my hair as I allowed her to push her cock all the way to the back of my throat until I gagged. Slowly but surely she began throat fucking me while pulling at my hair the entire time; I was beginning to enjoy the odd flavor, not that there was a whole lot to it taste wise but it really wasn't that bad. She was beginning to move her hips forward thrusting deeper into my mouth a lot faster now, and I took that as a sign that she was getting close to her orgasm. I could feel her balls against my chin as my saliva ran down the length and all over her balls. Just as she was about to cum she pulled her dick from my mouth and smiled down at me, satisfied with what I had done for her but I wondered why she had stopped me before she came. "Get on the bed for me," she said and I understood why she had stopped before she could cum. I obeyed her command and stood up, removing my jeans and boxers and climbed onto the mattress laying flat on my back. She climbed up on top of me in 69 Position with her beautiful ass right in my face and her cock and balls dangling just over my mouth. I moaned as I felt her lips wrap around my shaft and she began sucking, bobbing her head up and down taking' it like an expert. She practically put my efforts to shame and almost made me hesitant to start sucking her again for fear that I might not meet her expectations; I realized though that she had obviously enjoyed it the first time so I figured what the hell. I gave her Ass a squeeze and opened my mouth; she moved back some shoving her ass further into my face and her cock slid into my mouth again. I inhaled the musky aroma of her ass and balls and moaned; this entire situation was like a fucking dream and I almost expected myself to wake up at any given moment. I didn't' though, of course. Instead, she stopped sucking me and sat up shoving her cock all the way to the back of my throat and grabbing her hips she moaned in pleasure as my throat muscles worked her dick drawing her closer and closer to her orgasm. Once again, she stopped and pulled away from me and I gagged as her dick slid out of my mouth and she flopped down on the mattress beside me. "What's the matter?" I asked confused this time as to why she stopped. "I want a piece of that sexy ass of yours," she said seductively. Nervous, I rolled over onto my stomach exposing my back side to her and she giggled as she started running her big hands over it; this all felt so weird but I was so aroused that right now I was willing to try whatever she wanted. She reached towards her nightstand grabbing a bottle of Astroglide Lubrication and I heard the cap snapping open and jumped as I felt the cold liquid pouring all over my asshole. She started rubbing it in and I realized after a few moments that she had really poured quite a lot of it; I'd heard the saying there is no such thing as to much lube when it comes to anal sex but I really was surprised at how much she used. After a few moments of rubbing it in' I gasped but then moaned a little as I felt her index finger slip into my tight asshole and she began massaging my prostate gland. A few seconds of that and she, slowly and carefully inserted a second finger and that was when I grasped the pillow and started moaning a little louder. If I had known before how good, something like' this could feel I would have tried it long ago; hell, if just a finger felt this good I could barely wait for the actual thing. She must have sensed that I was enjoying it and that I was ready because she suddenly pulled both fingers out of my ass and climbed on top of me sitting on my legs and rubbing my back with both hands. She leaned forward some and I could feel her hard cock probing, my asshole and she pushed forward some slipping in with no real trouble at all. In fact, I was surprised at how easily she had managed to slide right into me; I guess the saying is true there really is no such thing as to much lube. I closed my eyes and moaned as she began thrusting in and out nice and slow' the bed shaking underneath of us. My tight virgin ass was stretched so wide that I could tell there was something foreign being moved around in there obviously, but there was no pain at all only pleasure and she continued running her hands up and down my back in a soothing manner. I could feel her huge cock pulsating inside of me and I felt my own dick begin to respond to the pressure against my prostate. My cock began to grow hard mashed between my body weight and the mattress beneath me and every time she thrust into me' it caused me to move up against the bed harder causing my cock to twitch in pleasure. I could feel myself getting hotter and closer to the breaking point and I could also, feel the head of her shaft begin to swell up and I could tell she was also getting close now. I moaned louder and louder as she' started fucking me harder the sound of her hips slapping against my ass echoed through the bedroom along with the sound of the bed shaking beneath us. Finally, I felt my aching cock explode underneath of me and I gasped and moaned so loud I swore whatever neighbors Lola had they would definitely know what was going on. She knew I came and for a moment, I thought she might be mad at me for getting it all over her bed, but she continued plowing my ass as though it were nothing until she too hit the breaking point. With three final thrusts, she buried herself balls deep inside of me bit her lip and buried her face in the crook of my neck as she exploded. She pumped her cum deep into my asshole, a huge load of it until it began to leak out down along the length of her cock and she collapsed on top of me. We both lay there for a few long moments breathing heavily, exhausted, and finally she pulled out of me rolled over and collapsed at my side. I rolled over onto my back covered in sweat and Lola gave me a soft peck on the cheek before resting her head on my chest. "That was great," she whispered. I admired how she lay there looking so beautiful; I admired how she rested her head on my chest, her breathing slowing down as she began to drift off to sleep. That's' how I want it to stay and I always want it to be with my Lola; sure the whole thing was crazy, this entire night was crazy. Girls will be girls and boys will be girls I suppose, its' a mixed up, muddled up shook up world. Except with my Lola, I wondered what other kind of crazy things she would want to do in the future; hopefully she wouldn't' try and' get me to start dressing in drag or anything like that. That was the only thing I probably would not be willing to try with her. I'm not the world's most masculine man but I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man; and judging by the sudden grip she had on my still hard cock I was pretty sure Lola was glad too. Lola AVERTISMENT: Faptele descrise fiind adevarate, este posibil ca anumite locatii si nume proprii sa fi fost schimbate. Aceasta poveste, din pacate, descrie o dezamagire... Sunt la masa, pe o terasa mititica, amenajata provizoriu, ca sa zic asa, pe un trotuar, in plin centrul capitalei, asteptand, cat se poate de rabdator, sa-mi vina comanda. In ciuda locatiei, locul este oarecum linistit, fiind amplasat pe o straduta oarecum perpendiculara pe un bulevard... Muzica din difuzoare nu-ti sparge timpanele, asa ca daca vii aici cu un interlocutor, nu este nevoie sa tipi ca sa te faci auzit... Oricum, in cazul meu, momentan nu este nici o problema, intrucat sunt singur. Ma uit la ceasul de la mana -- este deja douasprezece, ceea ce ar trebui sa insemne ca au dat foc la carbuni -- am comandat o friptura, fiind avertizat de ospatar ca o sa mai dureze, intrucat gratarul de-abia se incinge... Toate cele opt sau zece mese sunt ocupate, iar masa mea pare a fi singura ocupata doar de un singur client. Oamenii beau bere, mananca ciorbe sau mancaruri gatite... In sfarsit, ospatarul, care ma cunoaste, dat fiind faptul ca de fiecare data ii las bacsis, imi aduce o bere rece, inserand un comentariu: - Stimate domn, daca nu va suparati, v-ar deranja daca v-as cere permisiunea sa invit la masa dumneavoastra doua domnisoare care sunt destul de grabite si care nu mai pot astepta pana se elibereaza o masa? Nu de alta, dar, dupa cum se vede, se pare ca o sa mai dureze... Pricep ideea, apreciind, de asemenea, ca tipul a venit singur, nu direct cu clientele -- in fond, masa este pentru patru persoane -- nu am, realmente, de ce sa ma rup in figuri... Il intrerup: - Nici o problema, puteti sa le spuneti ca sunt bine venite. - Vai, va multumesc mult de tot! O sa vedeti ca nu o sa va para rau! Sigur! Si-mi face cu ochiul... Iata-le! Doua tipe tinerele, inalte, suple, pe tocuri de doispe centimetri, cu fustite scurte de tot, bluze de-a dreptul transparente, intr-un tandem perfect -- una blonda, alta bruna... Sunt, normal, insotite de ospatar, caruia nu-i mai tace gura, tot turuind ca ce amabil am putut sa fiu sa accept prezenta lor la masa mea, etcaetera, etcaetera... La asa vrajeala, n-am ce face, decat sa ma ridic in doua bete, sa dau mana cu fetele, facand cunostinta... In acelasi timp, rotitele mele cerebrale nu stau locului, tot invartindu-se, analizand, intrebandu-se daca nu cumva nenea asta, ospataru' e vreun peste... Nu arata ele a fete cuminti, dar nici a curve, insa... nu poti sti, pe bune, niciodata, doar dintr-o privire... Oricum, asa cum am invatat de la maica-mea, cu multi ani in urma, in comert exista cererea si oferta... Deci, daca sunt prostituate, doar ce-si vor pierde timpul cu mine -- nu le am cu datu' banilor la curve -- am posibilitatea sa gasesc destula pizda, de calitate si fara sa platesc pentru asa ceva... Singura mea problema, reala, este ca, in cazul in care fetele sunt curve, o sa trebuiasca sa scot de pe lista carciuma asta -- doar n-o sa las sa mi se serveasca mancarea de catre un proxenet... Nu-mi amintesc cum o chema pe blonda si, oricum, aici toate numele sunt schimbate, asa ca o sa va spun ca bruneta se recomanda drept Lola... Sunt studente la universitatea din apropiere, blonda la filologie, iar bruneta la mate. Nu-mi pot stavili curiozitatea: - Si cum se face ca doua fete cu moduri de gandire atat de diferite pot fi asa bune prietene? Chicotesc amandoua, apoi Lola imi explica ce vechi prietene sunt ele, cunoscandu-se inca din scoala generala... - Frumos! O prietenie de-o viata! Ca sa spun asa... Iarasi o dau pe chicoteala, apoi blonda-mi spune: - Da! Si nu ne-am certat niciodata, decat daca a fost vorba de baieti! De data asta, izbucnesc amandoua in ras... N-am ce face altceva decat sa zambesc... Apare si ospatarul, aducand pe o tava doua farfurii cu ciorba, servindu-le pe fete si scuzandu-se, inca o data, ca friptura mea mai are de stat la gratar... - Nu va faceti griji! Nu ma grabesc! Acuma vine randul fetelor sa-si ceara scuze ca trebuie sa manance in fata mea, in timp ce eu doar ma uit... - Nici o problema! Va rog sa serviti, inainte sa se raceasca... Incep sa manance, iar eu imi aprind o tigara, avand grija sa nu dau fumul spre ele... Nu pot sa nu observ ca blonda baga la sertar, oarecum in viteza, in timp ce Lola cam freaca lingura in farfurie, daca mi-e permisa exprimarea... Motivatia pare sa fie destul de simpla si clara -- blonda incepe cursurile cu doua ore inaintea Lolei. In final, dupa ce termina de mancat, Lola ii spune blondei sa-si ia talpasita, sa nu intarzie la cursuri. La randul ei, blonda zice ca pleaca, imediat dupa ce achita nota. Replica Lolei nu intarzie: - Lasa naibii nota, ca achit eu! Du-te! Cum spuneam, rotitele mele se invart, construind tot soiul de scenarii... Ce-ar fi, daca blonda pleaca, apoi bagaboanta bruneta se apuca sa-mi faca ochi dulci, astfel incat, in final, ca domn (a se citi fraier) ce sunt, sa ma simt obligat sa achit eu toata consumatia de la masa?... Ma rog, hai sa vedem!... Dupa ce ramanem singuri, Lola isi schimba atitudinea, devenind, oarecum, retrasa. Isi vede de ciorba ei, evitand ca macar sa se mai uite la mine... Acuma, o fi vreo fenta, vreo vrajeala, insa, cum n-am ajuns inca la momentul notei de plata, ma hotarasc sa las gandurile negative si sa traiesc momentul... - Daca-mi dai voie, Lola, se pare ca prietena ta este mult mai comunicativa decat tine -- poate ca, de fapt, e normal -- ea e cu scriitorii si poetii!... Se imbujoreaza, se uita la mine, in timp ce eu ma felicit pentru modul de abordare inteligent, cat de frumos am putut s-o jignesc, altfel spus, ce cacat am putut sa scot pe gura!... Acuma, stiti cum e... O gafa nu e suficienta! Mai trebuie bagate si explicatiile! Asa, pentru amplificare!... - Imi pare rau, dar n-am putut sa nu observ si se pare ca m-a luat gura pe dinainte!... Din fericire, ma salveaza ospatarul, care catadicseste ca, in sfarsit, sa-mi aduca friptura, nemaiincetand cu scuzele pentru intarziere... Profit de ocazie si tac, bagand in mine friptura si cartofi prajiti... Oricum, chiar ca nu ma grabesc. Vreau sa vad daca, dupa ce-si termina ciorba, Lola o sa ceara, sau nu, nota de plata... Iar apare ospatarul, de data asta aducand "o suta" de coniac. Pe Lola iar o apuca imbujorarea... De data asta tac. Soarbe din pahar, apoi, ca din senin, incepe sa vorbeasca: - Da, ai dreptate. Adevarul este ca eu sunt cu foarte mult mai timida decat ea si oricum, de cand ne stim, intotdeauna s-a purtat cu mine de parca mi-ar fi o sora mai mare... Se opreste, facand sapaturi in poseta si scotand un pachet de tigari. Scoate o tigara din pachet, iar eu, ca domnu' cel galant, i-o aprind... Trage un fum, bea un pic din pahar, apoi continua: - Uite, acum, de exemplu, daca m-ar vedea ca beau si fumez, m-ar omori!... Ospatarul de aici ne cunoaste -- suntem, daca vrei, cliente permanente, asa ca omul stie bine ca nu trebuie sa-mi aduca bautura inainte de plecarea sora-mi celei mari... Nu termina bine de vorbit, ca iar apare ospatarul, cu nota de plata. Drace! Iar eu construiam tot felul de scheme, labirinturi si alte desteptaciuni! Nu pot sa nu observ ca fata-i lasa tipului un bacsis consistent... Cum, deja, datele problemei se schimba, bag mare, intentionand sa termin de mancat inainte ca Lola sa-si termine coniacul... Dupa cum se manifesta, acel "body language" care se insinueaza din ce in ce mai mult in limba romana, chiar daca traim in comunism, fata se cam pregateste sa-si ia talpasita, chestie care, deja, in noua conjunctura, nu-mi convine... Pana acum, suspicios fiind, am cam fost in defensiva -- de acum, vreau, nu vreau, trebuie sa trec la ofensiva: - Stii ce? Te-am vazut cu coniacul asta si... sincer, mi-ai facut pofta! Ce zici daca mai luam cate un rand? Fac eu cinste!... Isi arunca privirea pe ceasul de la mana: - Acuma, daca stau sa ma gandesc, timp ar mai fi, destul, insa... nu vreau sa creada tipul asta cine stie ce despre mine... De data asta ma "misc" repede si eficient, zic eu... - Dar la cate carciumi sunt in zona, cine ne obliga sa bem aici coniacul?!? Se uita la mine, realmente surprinsa, apoi, se vede pe fata ei ca... coace ceva: - Uite ce... Stiu ca felul in care ma imbrac s-ar putea sa te fi facut sa te gandesti la cine stie ce, insa, pe bune, daca nu era penuria asta de mese, iar "sor-mea" nu se grabea, n-am fi ajuns sa ne cunoastem niciodata! Poti sa crezi ce vrei, insa... nu sunt genul sa fac cunostinta cu tipi in restaurante, baruri, discoteci... E rosie toata, clar jenata si, probabil, un pic, sau mai mult, ofticata... E clar! Ori "bag mare", ori... partida e pierduta... - Ca matematician, nu se poate sa nu stii ca nimic nu este chiar intamplator -- toate se petrec dintr-un anumit motiv... Asta, pe de o parte... Pe de alta parte, eu doar te-am invitat sa bem un pahar impreuna... Pana la urma, care-i marea problema?!?... Iar se face rosie ca focul... - Bine, uite, eu o sa ma ridic si o sa plec acum... O sa ma opresc la coltul strazii, la intersectia cu bulevardul... Sau, poate, nu o sa ma opresc... In felul asta, vei afla raspunsul... Isi ia poseta, se ridica, apoi dam mana si... pleaca... Acuma, ce sa zic? Interesant!... Dau, rapid, berea pe gat, dar... ia ospatarul de unde nu-i! Ma uit la ceas, minutele trec... Asta arata a ghinion! In sfarsit, apare si tipul, ii platesc si ma car de urgenta. Ma uit la ceas -- au trecut mai bine de zece minute!... Ajuns la coltul strazii, ia-o pe Lola de unde nu-i! In fine, asta este! Imi aprind o tigara si o iau, usor, de-a lungul bulevardului... Ma aud strigat pe nume. Ma intorc. E Lola. Se apropie, grabita, iar dupa cum respira, mi-e clar ca a si alergat un pic... - Scuze ca nu te-am asteptat, insa, sincer, asta mi-a venit sa fac! Sa plec! Apoi, m-am gandit la ce-ai spus tu, in legatura cu lucrurile care se intampla cu un motiv... M-am intors si te-am vazut la coltul strazii, asa ca am alergat sa te prind... Zambesc: - Stii ce? Hai sa intram intr-un bar si sa ne facem plinul! Lola nu este din Bucuresti, insa parintii ei au suficienti bani ca s-o poata tine departe de caminul studentesc, intr-un apartament inchiriat in centru, impreuna cu "sora ei mai mare", foarte aproape de universitate. E in anul doi. Vorbind de una si de alta, imi dau seama ca, de fapt, nu cunoaste deloc orasul... Ii povestesc despre parcuri -- habar n-are. Nu le-a vazut si nici nu are idee cum se poate ajunge acolo... Fata, clar, a invatat niste drumuri, de la care nu se abate... Toate sunt aici, in centru, fara necesitatea unui mijloc de transport... O ia apa, de la coniac, probabil si-mi povesteste cat de mult duce dorul muntilor si peisajelor de vis de la ea de acasa... E momentul, zic eu, sa incerc: - Pacat ca nu ai timp... Mi-ar face, realmente placere sa te duc sa vezi cateva locuri interesante... Iar se face rosie ca focul: - Sincer, dupa atata coniac, am un chef de cursuri... - Ai dreptate, insa nici nu cred ca poti lipsi -- mai ales, ce o sa zica sor-ta? Iar e rosie: - Vezi? Problema mea cea mai mare e... sora-mea!... - Doamne! Da' ce face? Te paraste parintilor?!? - Vaaaai! Fereasca Dumnezeu! N-ar face una ca asta niciodata! Dar... sa lipsesc de la cursuri, asta chiar ca ar fi, pentru mine, o premiera!... Acuma, omul, in viata, mai trebuie sa stie si cand sa dea inapoi... - Uite ce-ti propun, hai sa ne intalnim sambata, sau duminica. Ce zici? Dupa sclipirile din ochii ei, imi dau seama ca propunerea ii convine. Mai bag un text: - O poti aduce si pe prietena ta cu tine -- cel mai probabil, nici ea nu a vazut locurile pe care vreau sa vi le arat... De data asta, raspunsul vine rapid: - Exclus! Are un prieten, iar sfarsiturile de saptamana ii sunt dedicate in totalitate! - Foarte bine! Sa-si ia si prietenul cu ea! Ne distram mai bine! Chicoteste: - Nu-i cunosti!... Astia isi petrec tot timpul numai intre patru pereti, daca intelegi ce vreau sa zic... Brusc isi da seama de situatie... - Ah! Chestia asta nu trebuia mentionata! Izbucneste in ras... In fine, aranjez cu Lola sa ne vedem sambata, la acelasi colt de strada. O conduc pana aproape de universitate, cand, brusc, se opreste: - Uite, inca o chestie... Stiu ca amandoi am depasit varsta de optsprezece ani... Totusi, n-as vrea sa-ti faci cine stie ce ganduri... Ii zambesc: - Hai s-o luam cu usurelul... SAMBATA Deja s-a facut opt si jumatate, iar Lola lipseste la apel... Chiar ma gandesc daca, nu cumva, am discutat cu ea la bautura, apoi, dupa cateva zile, s-a razgandit... In fine, daca tot am facut gestul sa vin, sunt hotarat sa astept sfertul academic... Dupa mai bine de zece minute, in sfarsit, apare, incaltata cu pantofi sport, purtand o pereche de jeansi, un tricou si o poseta mititica. Vrea sa mearga pe jos. Bine, las' c-o fac eu sa mearga pana o sa ma roage sa ne asezam pe undeva... - Scuza-ma! Stiu ca am intarziat! Insa... porumbeii aia nu mai ieseau din baie! Iar rade... - Bine ca nu le cunosti parintii, ca sa-i poti reclama!... - Mai, da' paracios ma mai crezi!... Radem amandoi... Parcul este foarte mare, iar in perioda asta a anului, peisajul este magnific... Ne-am petrecut aproape toata ziua plimbandu-ne, cu o pauza de vreo doua ore pe terasa unui restaurant. Mai tarziu mi-am dat seama ca Lola, traita la munte, este obisnuita cu mersul pe jos... Ii povestesc cate ceva despre viata mea, ea, la randul ei, imi povesteste cate ceva despre viata ei... Ii place sa schieze, sa danseze, sa joace handball, ii place sportul, la modul general... La intrebarea cum sta cu dragostea, aflu ca a avut un prieten in liceu, cu care, de fapt, si-a si inceput viata de femeie, insa, care, la scurt timp, s-a dovedit a fi un bulangiu, dand iama in stanga si-n dreapta... A avut si ea, ca fetele si alte aventuri, cu cativa tipi, pana si-a gasit un alt prieten, dar care, afland ca pleaca la facultate, a fost suficient de corect sa-i spuna ca n-are de gand s-o astepte atatia ani... Asa ca, daca inca nu m-am prins, e singura... Nu-i place Bucurestiul -- prea mult trafic, prea multa lume, toti fiind grabiti... O conduc inapoi, acasa, insa nu ma invita "la o cafea" - porumbeii sigur sunt acasa si... nu vor sa fie deranjati... Stabilim sa ne intalnim a doua zi, dumunica, ea avand grija, de data asta, sa fie prima care foloseste baia... Ne despartim, inca razand de faptul ca va pandi sa fie prima la baie... DUMINICA La fix opt si jumatate, apare Lola. E imbracata lafel, cu exceptia tricoului. Vizitam Muzeul National de Arta, unde pot sa constat, placut impresionat, ca nu este interesata doar de cifre... O duc apoi in parcul din apropiere, nu asa de mare ca cel in care am dus-o ieri, insa unde varietatea botanica este, de-a dreptul, impresionanta... Ne cantonam, apoi, in restaurantul din parc, unde Lola insista sa platim nemteste -- fifty/fifty. Apoi, se scuza ca trebuie sa se retraga mai devreme, insa are niste cursuri pe care trebuie sa le parcurga... Intamplator, la intoarcerea acasa, trecem pe la coltul strazii unde ne intalnim de obicei... Ma apuca de cot -- este prima data cand ne atingem si altfel decat dand mana -- sare la mine si ma saruta, scurt, pe obraz. Nu-mi ascund surpriza si uimirea: - De ce?... Iar se imbujoreaza: - N-o sa pot sa fac treaba asta in fata blocului unde locuiesc!... Sincer, ma amuza atitudinea si mentalitatea asta provinciala... Aranjam sa ne intalnim sambata urmatoare, in acelasi loc si la aceeasi ora... SAMBATA (Saptamana urmatoare) Toata saptamana mi-am vazut de treburile mele, m-am distrat serile si noptile cu diverse prietene, astfel incat, sincer, aproape ca am uitat de relatia mea platonica... Ma trezesc la sase si jumatate, uitandu-ma cu placere si pasiune la Alina, care inca doarme ca un inger... Imi simt pula sculandu-se, cerandu-mi sa trec la actiune, insa, brusc, imi aduc aminte de Lola. Drace! Daca ma apuc acuma de prostii, cu siguranta ca Lola va fi uitata -- sigur intarzii! Ma strecor, usurel, jos din pat, fac un dus, apoi ma duc in bucatrarie si fac cafeaua. Aud usa de la baie, apoi imi dau seama ca Alina face si ea un dus... Ne leaga, deja, ani de zile... Pun cestile de cafea pe masa si imi aprind o tigara... Stie ca nu este singura femeie din viata mea, insa nici nu pot fi atat de magar incat sa-i zic, de la obraz, sa se care... Intra in camera, goala pusca, asa cum, de altfel, sunt si eu, se apropie, imi trage un pupic pe frunte, apoi se apleaca si-mi saruta, de buna dimineata, pula... - Buna dimineata, iubitule! - Buna dimineata, frumoasa mea femeie! De cand am dezvirginat-o, de fiecare data cand e sa ma adresez ei, folosesc aceasta formula... Se aseaza pe fotoliul ei, soarbe din cafea, apoi ma intreaba: - Deci, futangiule, cum e gagica? Blonda, bruneta, roscata, inalta, scunda, grasa, slaba?... Ce pot sa-i spun? Doar ma cunoaste atat de bine!... O pufneste rasul: - Sa nu dea dracu' sa incerci sa ma minti! La ce ora trebuie sa ma car? - Alina, tu, in nici un caz, nu trebuie sa te cari, decat daca ai alta treaba!... - Bine, iubit secret al meu ce te afli! Da! E clar! N-ai futut-o inca!... Uite, cum, poate, azi e ziua ta norocoasa, n-o sa-ti sug pula, cum aveam de gand... Daca o fi s-o futi, vreau sa ai vana in tine si sa-i dai ca lumea!... Aproape ca rosesc... Fata asta mititica ma cunoaste atat de bine... In clipa asta nu stiu ca peste numai sase luni va fi plecata din viata mea pentru totdeauna... Mai bea un pic de cafea, apoi sare si incepe sa-mi schimbe asternuturile... Ca de obicei, protestez, insa cine sa ma auda?!?... - Nu-i destul ca, biata fata, se fute cu un stricat ca tine?!? Acuma, ce vrei? Sa mai si trebuiasca sa faca asta in asternuturi deja folosite cu alta?!? Rade si ma saruta pe frunte... Se imbraca rapid, apoi se indreapta spre usa. O conduc. Se intoarce si ne sarutam, cu foc, cu pasiune, apoi imi sopteste: - In caz ca bagaboanta nu-i in calduri, poti sa ma suni, insa numai dupa opt seara... Am o droaie de cursuri de acoperit... Sincer, as fi tare bucuroasa daca ti-ai gasi alta pizda pentru la noapte... Femeia asta ma inebuneste! La sentimente, morala, mod de comportament, la orice!... Ma barbieresc rapid, apoi ma imbrac si ies in racoarea diminetii. E frumos. Lola este deja la colt. De data asta poarta niste sandale cu tocuri cat muntele, o fustita scurta, de-ti vine sa te apleci sa-i vezi chilotii, iar bluza, este atat de transparenta incat iti vine sa te intrebi de ce naiba o mai poarta... Unde pui ca nici macar n-a catadicsit sa-si puna un sutien! Cand ma apropii, nu mai da mana cu mine, ci se repede si ma saruta pe obraz... O iau de mana, apoi o intreb: - Ai vreo preferinta? Unde vrei sa mergem? - Pai... cum pana acum mi-ai aratat numai lucruri frumoase, mai bine te las pe tine sa decizi... - Ce zici, daca, pentru inceput, facem o plimbare prin parc, in soarele diminetii? Tresare: - Aaaa..... Nu! M-am incaltat cu niste sandale cumparate recent si care, sincer, cred ca deja mi-au facut basici!... - Nu stiu daca nu e prea devreme, dar, ce zici daca mergem la un muzeu? - Pai e aceeasi chestie! Nu-mi pot permite sa merg! Ma apuca rasul: - Hai atunci sa mergem la mine! Vezi si tu, cu ocazia asta, aparatura stereo despre care ti-am tot vorbit si-ti dai jos si sandalele astea care zici ca-ti fac zile fripte... Ca tot nu se mai inrosise de mult, iar se imbujoreaza: - Poti sa razi de mine, insa mama mi-a zis ca, daca ma duc in casa unui barbat, trebuie sa-mi asum si eventualele consecinte... Lola Alone Are you lost? Hold my hand, my darling. My perfect. Come and see. Here she is for you: near naked beneath the forgiving light of the heat lamp in her two bedroom apartment bathroom. The door is cracked so it's okay; there's no one here but you and she. Nothing but an ocean blue towel separates you from her flesh and it is as powdery soft and white as the clouds, cotton, frost, ivory- her skin that is. She but a girl-cum-woman of between eighteen and nineteen. She with near-platinum blonde hair as straight as straight could be to her shoulders exactly, with no less or no more. Her bangs stop at a thirty-second-of-an-inch above her eyebrows. Long, dark willowy eyelashes only accent the eyes; they are akin to blazing sapphires trapped beneath ice, inky and Siberian. Feel her skin; It is similar to kittens and silk. Lips ala scarlett johansson are chapped just at the edges and a luscious pink in the center. They droop open lazily to release the tensions of her tongue: "You are beautiful." Hear her voice and know the husky-feminine, sigh-like allure like you know a heavily expelled breath from your own lungs (and sigh it does make you, with wanton desire). Tsk tsk, my sweet reader. It is not for you. It's for her and it is committed and decisive. Perhaps unexpected by you (but authoritatively to her) she lets go of the cotton fabric with a tug and release so that the towel falls in a pile around her petite, exquisite, well-manicured (burgundy) toes. While you stand in the darkness her wholly naked form is revealed between the reflection and you. A rounded apple of an ass sits atop milky thighs that venture apart by a tiny gap betwixt. Ascension of your gaze leads to a swollen, aroused clit. It is coral in its hue from its shelf between her labia; beneath her mound of delicate, barely-there hair. The tiny tuft matches the purity atop her crown or as you may have it: The carpets match the drapes. Slender fingertips from her right hand trace the length of her own jawline, venturing down the length of her neck to rest in the crook of her extruded collarbone. Like a ping-pong ball the tip descends to her chest and along the bump-bump-bumps of her chest-bone. Betwixt the pallid breasts she stops and brings her hand left. A familiar palm fully engulfs half of her breast and lifts, pulling outward to catch the flushed nipple between thumb and index. Cerulean eyes glaze at the pinch and tug while the skin rises obediently to its masters wishes. Go ahead and touch yourself if you want to. Grasp yourself firmly when her hand ventures down from her stung teat to her stomach, down down down at such an agonizingly slow pace it looks difficult even for she. There she stops at her own nether-lips, spreading them with the left hand and without warning to you, diving down to press into her erectile organ with her right middle finger. Through the sloppy wet folds she drives to the glistening opening of her own sex. Deep the fingers go first one and then two in a more steady pace. The thumb seeks out the pleasure nub and rubs a rhythmic circle in tune with her own thrusts. All the way out she slithers now dripping to slather her clit with the hot fluid. Slick flesh grants more sensitivity to the touch. Beneath your stare she uses her left hand and steals more of that lubricating juice, losing no time to plunge the nectar soaked fingers into her puckered ass. It sucks her fingertip in and makes her legs wobble. In seconds she has a rhythm in her hips to rock her back and forth between right and left hand, a very coordinated thumb still stroking the now throbbing clit. Completely naked before the glass she finger-fucks herself mercilessly at both ends until she can barely stand. "Unnnghhh.." She moans. Don't worry if your breath starts to become heavy for she is lost in herself literally and figuratively, her fingers diving in again with more forcefulness this time. It doesn't matter and you can hear why - she's slopping wet enough to take herself to the wrist should she so desire. Into the orgasm she plunges with a buckle of her own knees, the unyielding wooden cabinet doors quick to catch her knees before she can fall all the way to the floor. There she hangs with her arms dropped by her sides, body still twitching. A sheen of sweat across her brow and the heavy sex-filled scent is all that's left of her moment. Leave now before she realizes you're there; you're not here to fuck her, just admire her... If you want more you'll have to ask her on a date. Rumor has it she's an easy girl and she takes it in the ass ;) Lola & Laird Ch. 01 *****This is the first chapter of at least two. There are some descriptions of sexual acts, but no actual sex in the story until the next chapter. I really hope you enjoy my story. Please comment it, as it is my first. Thanks!!!***** * She sat in her chair discreetly checking out the rest of the afternoon's appointments. She wasn't surprised to see the same old, same old. She had two more sessions for the afternoon; the Andersons (still in need of some serious work) and the Ellis' (almost ready to stop seeing her). "Oh, good," she thought to herself. "Maybe I can get home early!" She was beyond exhausted and looked up to realize that she hadn't been paying attention to her clients. "John. Marie. I'm sorry, but we're out of time. I think you've made great progress today and we'll pick up where we left off next week." Her name was Lola. And, no, she was not a showgirl. Of course, she'd heard the jokes since reaching puberty, but it had never ceased to be tiresome. She supposed the jokes were a result of her looks. Even objectively, Lola knew she was a knockout. With long, curling, shimmering brown hair, chocolate brown eyes and a Marilyn Monroe figure, she was every man's wet dream. Lola's large, high, tight breasts always drew stares. The cat calls as she walked away seemed to indicate that the view from behind was just as good. Lola worked as a sex therapist. In her line of work, her figure was more often a hindrance than a help. She seemed to distract the husbands and piss off the wives. And Lola had tried everything. Baggy pants and sweaters, oversize jackets, granny dresses. Nothing seemed to work. Nothing could hide that great an hourglass figure. Still, she was an amazing therapist and once she set the ground rules, her couples seemed to do alright. That was, when they stayed past the first session. First impressions were everything. At a knock on the door, Lola looked up from her calendar. Glancing at the clock she cursed softly to herself. It was time for the Andersons' appointment, but why hadn't her secretary buzzed her? Opening her office door she smiled at the waiting couple. "Hey, guys! Come on in. I've just got to check a file and I'll be right in." Closing the door behind her, Lola looked around the outer office. Where was her secretary?! Erin was usually so responsible. It wasn't like her to leave her post without letting Lola know. That's when she saw the note. Dr. Wright, You were in with the Pruitt's and I didn't want to interrupt. I just got off the phone with my son's school. He's really sick and I have to go pick him up. I'm so sorry! I should be back tomorrow. I'll call if I won't be. Also, there was a call and I scheduled an appointment with a new client after the Ellis'. His name is Jimmy Dean and he just wants a preliminary session. Thanks! Erin Jimmy Dean? Seriously?!?! Lola hated it when new clients used fake names. She understood the embarrassment that came with needing to see a sex therapist, but come on! Jimmy Dean?!? The sausage maker? She almost had to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Oh, well. The Andersons' were waiting. After two very intense sessions Lola was fed up. What was wrong with people? She understood that everyone had a hang-up or two about sex. Yet there were times that she got so sick and tired of the varied complaints and levels of ridiculousness. "His dick is too big!" [Are you shitting me?] "She says George Clooney's name when we're having sex!" [Be happy she's having sex with your ugly ass at all!!!] "He only wants to have sex with me from behind!" [Well I wouldn't want to look at your face either!] "She always complains when I cum first and want to go to sleep!" [Who wouldn't!?!?] Unfortunately, Lola was never allowed to voice any of the retorts that ran through her mind. It would be disruptive, destructive and unprofessional. Granted, she had a great client base, but it wouldn't help anything to alienate her current patients. Saying goodbye to the Ellis', Lola closed the door and checked the time. 25 minutes before Mr. Dean showed up. Normally, she loved her job. On most days, she felt like she was providing a valuable service to her clients. But for some reason, today had been awful. She was so sick of people complaining. People she thought should be happy. People with significant others or spouses; people who were getting sex, any sex, on a regular basis. Lola hadn't had sex in over a year. It was a huge dry spell for her and she was getting tired of it. She was fast approaching 30 and nothing seemed to indicate that there would be any rain storms, let alone monsoons, in the near future. But with her work the only people she met were in relationships, troubled though they might be, and she had ethics. Although, she admitted to herself, ethics only go so far, as she poured herself a drink. True, it was a small one, but it was a drink nonetheless. She fervently wished for ice as she sipped at the vodka. Lola knew it was unprofessional, but she needed a little extra boost today. Plus, her next session should be a short one. Just enough to get some history and feel him out. And get an actual last name. A tingle swept through her as the vodka worked its way into her system. A small warmth spread down her limbs as the synapses fired in her brain. Jimmy Dean....Why does that sound so familiar? It almost felt like an inside joke she should be in on but, God knows, Lola couldn't place it. Then again, it was seeming less and less important as she began to relax. Kicking her pumps off, she propped her heels up on the desk, taking just a second to unwind. Lola opened her eyes to the sound of a throat being cleared. She bolted upright in her seat and spun away from the door. Shit!!!, she thought. In the few minutes she'd had her eyes closed, Lola had managed to doze off and her next appointment had arrived! Apparently the booze had lured her to sleep. Scrambling to locate her errant shoes, she crawled around the side of her desk to find herself facing a pair of large men's shoes. Okay, composure. You are a professional. You have composure. Use it!!! "Mr. Dean. Hi, sorry about that! Have a...seat." Oh. My. God. Don't stare! Don't stare!!! Before her stood the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. Lola tried desperately to keep her eyes and tongue in her head as she sized him up. She guesstimated that he was 6'1 or 6'2, a nice complement to her 5'8 stature. He was breath taking. His dark hair, straight nose and broad lips made him look like what she'd always imagined the real cupid must have looked like. Someone capable of making you wet and wanting with just a glance. And she was. But all of this was nothing compared to his eyes. They were sexy and soulful and the most amazing color. Brown, but more so; hiding flecks of gold and amber. They reminded her of really good scotch, when you hold it up to the light. They made her want to drink him up. "Lo? Are you alright?", he asked. "Hmmm? Oh, yeah! I'm fine. Sorry. Please, have a seat." Finally locating the other shoe, Lola shoved her foot into it and turned to find a starter file. Something about him was nagging at the back of her mind, but she pushed it away in an effort to regain her composure. "So sorry about that. Really. I must have lost track of time. Just give me a second to find a starter file and a pen. A pen. A pen. A pen...Oh!" Lola had felt his presence before she'd seen his hand. It had startled her. She turned around quickly, already knowing her was there, to see her newest patient right behind her, leaning his left hand onto the desk. They were so close that if she thought hard enough their bodies would touch. "I...um...", she stammered. "I could see the pen from where I was sitting.", he said in a low voice. "It was hiding underneath that pad of paper. You just overlooked it...but it was right in front of you." The sly smirk on his face let her know that he hadn't missed the double entendre. He'd meant it. The problem was she hadn't overlooked him at all. She knew very well that he was right in front of her. That all she needed to do was lean in. But she couldn't. She wouldn't. "Thanks!", she said, brightening her voice purposefully. "Now, please, have a seat on the couch and we'll get started." "Whatever you say, Doc." She took a deep breath to settle herself as he walked to the couch. But it didn't help. In fact, it just made things worse. She could smell his cologne lingering around her. And watching him as he walked to the couch? Bad idea! Boy, could that man ever fill out a pair of jeans. Stop! Get ahold of yourself. He's only a man! Get this over with, go home and grab your dildo! "So," she said, settling into her chair. "Why don't we start with your real name?" He laughed at that and the sound rumbled through her. "I'm Laird. Laird McCabe." "Ah, how very Scottish of you." He grinned at her in response. "Well, I won't get all of your information right now. I'll give you the forms to fill out. If you'd like to continue on with me after this session, you'll need to bring them back to my secretary Erin. So tell me, what brings you to see me today?" "A woman." "Okay...", Lola checked the straight box on the form in her lap. "Tell me about her. What about this woman brought you to me?" "Well, she was beautiful, sexy. Intelligent, driven, funny, accomplished, down-to-earth, impetuous, arousing...She was everything I ever wanted." Laird paused and looked at her intently. "And she left me." She must have been a moron, Lola thought. "When was the break-up?" Lola asked in her most professional voice. "Six years ago." She felt a tinge of guilt. Lola had lost what she now realized was the most significant relationship of her adult life six years ago. And it had been all her fault. She quickly pushed these thoughts away and refocused on her client. "And how has this break-up affected you? What about it has you seeing me?" "I can't be with another woman. No!" Laird stopped, seeing the knowing look on her face. "It's not that I can't; everything works just fine! It's just that I don't have the desire to be with other women. They leave me cold. Every time I try to start something I just shut off. No one can measure up to her and I'm not sure I want them to." Wow. "So, this is more a commitment and baggage issue than one related to sexual dysfunction?" "Well, I don't know. I have this recurring fantasy and no other woman satisfies me. If that's not sexual dysfunction for a man, I don't know what is." Lola laughed, but quickly stopped. "I'm sorry," she said. "It's just, that's definitely the least sexually dysfunctional thing I've heard in a long time. But it's obviously concerning you, so let's talk about it. Sometimes working through fantasies helps us to understand and loose ourselves from it. So why don't you tell me about the fantasy?" Laird looked at her and sat in silence for a moment. His gaze made her uncomfortable. Heat seemed to radiate out of her body and all she wanted to do was squirm. Lola kept still, but it was a struggle. "I come home late," he begins. "And she's in the shower. There's music playing and candles lit. I lean against the door jamb of the bathroom and watch her. She's singing and shimmying to the music and I can't take my eyes off of her. She's so sexy silhouetted against the curtain and I start thinking about all the things I want to do to her." He pauses, licking his lips. "I leave my clothes in the hall and pull back the curtain. She gives a little gasp but then smiles when she sees it's me. I step into the shower as she holds her arms out to me. I kiss her and pull her soft body tighter against me. I feel her breasts and hips mold to me and the way I'm kissing her causes her to moan into my mouth. She starts squirming and it excites me even more. I'm so hard and all I can think about is burying myself inside her, but I want to make her scream first." Lola is starting to breathe more heavily and, without realizing it, her hand has moved to her throat. She can feel herself starting to get wet and wonders whether she should stop him. But something in her lets him keep talking. "I start kissing her neck, massaging her breasts as I move my way down her body. I kneel in front of her and start licking along the line of her pubic hair. My fingers play with the lips of her pussy and she moans for me again. I grip her ripe ass in both hands and let my tongue start to play with her puffy clit. She gasps and moans as I run my finger along the crack of her ass and bury another one in her slick hole. She starts to push herself along my finger, straining to get it deeper, but I pull out slightly, teasing her lips again and sucking lightly on her clit. She's dripping now and she tastes like pungent honey. I can't get enough and I lose my head. I bury three fingers deep inside her and flick her clit back and forth until she's gasping out my name. She cums all over my tongue and I lick it up, savoring her sweetness." Lola is gasping a bit herself now, but is trying to keep her head. This is sounding exactly like her biggest fantasy. Right down to some of the phrases she had used in describing it. The fantasy she's only ever told one person. But she knows that can't have anything to do with her new patient. That person doesn't know anything about who she really is or where she is now. Besides, there's no way Laird's fantasy can end the way she's always imagined it. Laird continues. "She's really moaning now and pulls away from me, urging me to stand up. Just as I gain my feet, she goes to her knees. She starts stroking my shaft, one hand playing with my balls. I'm beginning to moan myself. She runs her tongue up and down my shaft and around the head. She licks up the precum and looks straight up at me 'Yummy'. I feel my balls clench and I'm almost ready to cum right then." His voice is working magic on her and Lola can feel her panties becoming more and more damp as he keeps talking. "Looking down at your deep brown eyes and gorgeous, shining brown hair plastered to your back, I feel something more than just the lust that's coursing through me. I want you on such a deep level that parts of me ache. I want to bury myself inside you." Lola opens her eyes at that. She hadn't realized that they were closed, but they snapped open at his sudden change of nouns. You? And that's when the synapses started firing again. "You meant 'her' just now, right? Not 'you'?" Laird just looked at her with the most amazing bedroom eyes she'd ever seen. And her mind finally clicked into place. "You called me 'Lo' when you first came in, didn't you?" "It was on your business card." "No." she replied. "It wasn't. All my cards say is L. Wright. Where did you get the 'Lo' from? How did you know that name?" The sat in silence for another moment. "You always said that your name was Lori. Maybe you were still scared and trying to protect yourself somehow. Though I thought we had gotten past that. But I always called you Lo. You said I could. I figured out that your name was really Lola. But I didn't think that my being allowed to call you Lo would have changed." "No. No. This isn't...No. Who are you? Is this a joke?" He chuckled again. "Does this look like a joke?" he asked, gesturing to the now very visible bulge in his jeans. "Don't you know yet, love? Haven't you figured it out? Do I have to finish the fantasy for you to realize who I am? Who you are to me? How much I want to grab you and bury my cock deep inside you right now?" Lola was really gasping now. She couldn't catch her breath. Could it really be him? After six years, could it really be the man she had never met, but somehow loved? The man who made her feel alive, made her feel sexy, made her wetter than she'd ever been in her life; could he really be sitting here in her office? Offering her everything she had ever really wanted. Could it be scotlaird99? Lola, while doing work on sexual deviance for her doctorate, had worked on an online portion. She had trolled the chat rooms looking for those people with the most aggressive behavior. She had never been the first to message someone. She'd received, responded and cataloged her experiences. She had never instigated an encounter. Except once. There had been a screen name that drew her attention. She had a friend who had just returned from Scotland and she was thinking of planning a trip of her own. She had messaged the person out of sheer curiosity. And instead of getting the usual response of aggressive sexuality she had met the man she called 'L'. She had met the man who would change her life. Who she would share everything with, her deepest fears and fantasies, and grow to care for. Things had gone well; progressing to emails and phone calls. Phone calls that got more and more personal. Phone calls that culminated in passionate, imaginative phone sex; phone sex that made her cum like never before and wetter than she could believe. Finally, the impossible happened. He said the words she both longed for and dreaded. He loved her. And even more impossibly, she loved him back. Being a broke student, Lola didn't have the funds to visit him. He was just starting his career and couldn't afford the time or money either. They told each other that they could wait. That things would work out in the end. But Lola's ambition got the best of her. She was offered a prestigious fellowship at the same time that 'L' could finally arrange time to visit. She chose work over him. And to make things easier, she didn't tell him anything about it. Didn't tell him why she was breaking off contact. She just did it and didn't look back. And now he had found her. He had come to find her and finish what they'd started. What should she do now? Lola & Laird Ch. 02 ************Hey all!!! Chapter two is here. Hopefully it won't take too long for it to be posted. I love the feedback. Thank you all so much! They are always appreciated.************** "Laird..." Lola found herself stuttering. She never stuttered. "I...don't know what to say. I...God...I can't believe...this is too...I can't. I can't do this." "Can't do what?" he asked, his accent thick with unrealized passion. "Can't explain yourself? Can't own up to how you shat all over me? All over us? Can't be honest about how right it all was? How much you wanted me? Want me still? I can see it in the way you're standing. Hear it in the way your voice falters. I can smell it on you, Lo. Smell how much you want my hands and mouth all over you; my cock buried inside you." Laird had managed to cross the room to her during his speech. Lola shivered as he clasped her arms and pulled her to him. "You know you want this" he whispered, running his lips up and down the side of her neck. "You know you want me, the way we'd always talked about. I know it all, Lo. I know all of your deepest wants and desires; your cravings and fantasies. I can make them come true. All you have to say is yes. Say it, Lo. Say you want this as much as I do." Neck arched, Lola moaned. Laird had moved past her neck. His lips now grazed the tops of her breasts sending shivers up and down her spine, making her nipples tighten and her pussy moisten. Heat continued to profuse her body as Laird kept at his slow, unrelenting assault on her pliant body. "Say it. Say you know how it could be. How it was always meant to be between us. Say it, Lo. Say it!" "Yes, okay! Yes, I was wrong! Yes, I fucked you over and fucked us up! And yes, I'm sorry for it every day! Is that what you want to hear? Does that make you happy?!?" "No." he growled. "It makes me hard." With that, Laird pulled her body flush against his and began to plunder her mouth. His tongue explored her, thoroughly. Fingers twining in her hair, he held her head still and took what he wanted. Let her know that he wasn't going to let her walk away from this. Not again. Lola groaned her agreement into his mouth, urging him on. Lola was drowning in the sensations Laird was creating and found her hands exploring him as well. She couldn't get enough of touching him but couldn't concentrate. His hands were building fires everywhere they went, making her weak and achy. She hadn't felt like this in...well, in six years. The feelings were even more intense with him there. She couldn't believe she'd walked away from him, from them. She felt so stupid. And horny. At least she could finally do something about both of those things. Throwing all regard to the wind, Laird ripped Lola's blouse open letting the buttons fly. Now Laird was the one catching his breath. Lola was even sexier than he'd ever really imagined. Her body was perfect. She was curved in all the right places with dips and valleys like a woman should have. Her D-cup breasts were full and firm. Encased in the black lace bra, they begged to be worshipped; licked, laved, sucked, teased, tormented. And Laird was just the one to do it. He began by running his tongue along the edge of the lace cups. As he licked one, he tweaked the other nipple with his dexterous fingertips. Once her chest was heaving, Laird slowly peeled the cups away from her ample breasts. He moistened each nipple in turn, playing and teasing, making Lola squirm and moan. "That's right, love. Moan for me." Lola couldn't believe the feelings Laird was creating. Even though his hands were on her, she couldn't get enough. She was wet and aching, wanting more of him. Wanting to see him, feel him. "Laird. Laird, I need you. I need you inside me" she gasped out, naked from the waist up. "Ummm...patience, love. I'm going to taste you first. I'm going to make you cum until you can't move and then I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk." "Oh, God..." Laird kissed his way down her soft stomach and cocked an amused eyebrow at her granny-ish skirt. "Curves this lovely shouldn't be hidden by so ugly a skirt, love." He proceeded to strip her of the gray, ankle-length skirt and found himself breathless again. Before him stood the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. Lola stood naked, except for thigh-high, black stockings and pumps. A nest of damp curls tempted him from the meeting of her thighs. They glistened with her arousal and he couldn't resist. Running his tongue up and down her slit, Laird got his first taste of the woman who had haunted him for six years. Lola had a rich, sweet, earthy taste and he couldn't get enough. Licking her dripping slit, Laird held her body as she shook. He ran his hands up and down her ample thighs and gripped her ass. Caressing her ass, playing along the crack, he pulled her closer as he buried his tongue in her wet hole. "Oh," he groaned. "So fuckin' hot and sweet." His accent only made her wetter. This was everything she'd ever imagined it could be. Even better. He teased her ass as he satisfied her aching pussy. She thought her knees would give out when he finally sunk a finger into her pussy. Lola spasmed around his finger as she felt the first stirrings of her orgasm. Laird was tormenting her by sliding his finger slowly in and out of her pussy, prolonging the aching need that was steadily building. When he pulled out Lola looked down to see his finger, covered in her pussy juice, hovering in front of her mouth. "Taste it. Taste how wet I make you." Lola licked the tip of his finger and watched lust darken his eyes. "Now...now, I'm going to make you cum for me." With that statement her plunged two fingers deep inside her, making her squirm. As he worked his fingers in and out of her, Laird began to flick his tongue over her stiff clit. That sent Lola over the edge and she came all over his tongue, moaning and panting her way through her climax. "That's it, baby. Let it out. Come for me." "Oh! Oh God! So good...God!!!" Laird swept her up and carried her across to the chaise lounge. Laying her down he backed away and unbuttoned her shirt. Revealing his lean, sculpted chest, Lola licked her lips. He truly was amazing. And she couldn't wait for him to get rid of the pants. As if reading her mind, Laird undid the button on his jeans and carefully moved the zipper down over the bulge underneath. Stripping away the pants, he revealed boxer briefs that were more than tight. Lola was unable to take her eyes off of him. Watching him step out of his underwear, Lola really did gasp. He was perfect. Or at least perfect for her. A good 7 1/2 inches with a rosy mushroom head, his cock was thick, with fine veins running under the surface. It was as beautiful a cock as she'd ever seen and it made her mouth and pussy water. Seeing her eyeing him hungrily, Laird chuckled. "Later, love. Right now, all I want is to be buried inside you." Lola couldn't speak. She just nodded and spread her legs. Laird knelt at the end of the chaise and ran his eyes the length of her body. He leaned down and licked her slit end to end, just for good measure. Lola moaned and he dragged her ass to the end of the couch. Still in the mood to tease her a bit, Laird ran the head of his cock up and down her split several times, finally letting it come to rest on her begging clit. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me deep inside you. Fucking you deep." "Yes! Now, Laird! Fuck me now!" "Why? Why should I fuck you Lola? Why should I make you cum on the end of my fat cock?" Lola kept silent; imploring him with her eyes to do as she asked. Praying he wouldn't make her say it. Wouldn't make her change everything about her life, make her admit what she really wanted, what she really felt. But he didn't move a muscle. Looking like a statue, it seemed as though he could stay that way forever. Waiting for her answer. Finally, she said what she knew he wanted to hear and what she knew to be true. "Love. I love you. I want this more than I've ever wanted anything. I want you inside me. But more than anything else, I want you. I love you, Laird." Laird kissed her deeply and slowly sunk his cock into her dripping cunt. He pulled out and plunged back in, lodging himself to the hilt. Lola moaned softly at the pleasure of it. She arched her neck back, letting the pleasure run through her. He filled her so completely. He stroked in and out, in and out. The friction was a terrifying thing. She had never felt anything so amazing. She was wetter than she'd ever been and had the feeling that her couch would never be the same after these stains. But she was beyond caring. Lola gripped his back as she felt her orgasm catch her. "Oh, God. Oh, fuck. Laird! Laird!" "Cum for me, baby. Cum for me." Before she knew what was happening, before she had time to recover, Laird had flipped her to her stomach and was stroking into her from behind. Impossibly, he was deeper than before and she couldn't understand how she could feel even more pleasure. He thrust into her with more and more force until the whole chaise was shaking with their passion. Her previous climax had coated his cock and balls and he knew that his wasn't far behind. He reached down and began to rub her clit in time with his thrusts. He desperately wanted her to come again. This time with him. Lola couldn't hold out against the onslaught of pleasure. The constant, delicious friction was more than she could take and she grabbed his ass in an effort to get him even deeper inside her aching hole. She thrust back against him with an urgency and power she hadn't realized she possessed. "Ahhh, fuck!!!!" she screamed, coming harder than ever before. Her orgasm spurred Laird to his and he shot rope after rope of cum deep inside of her. "Oh, God, Laird...I've never...I don't know...What do we do now? I...Can we make this work?" "Of course we can, love." He murmured, catching his breath and brushing the hair from her eyes. "And if every time is like this, I won't even need lube for your real fantasy!" Chuckling softly, he wrapped Lola in his arms and they drifted off to sleep. The better to go another round? Lola & Sal Ordinarily, loneliness is not part of her life. But, when it visits, there is nothing else and no one else that can satisfy or distract her. There is one exception… “Hello Stranger! It’s seems like forever since we’ve been together. You’ve been unusually quiet. I’m really missing you! I’m homesick, too. An idea of the two of us together again in New Orleans occurred to me in a passing thought. Now it consumes me! I used to wonder what came first, you or happiness? Since we’ve been apart, the answer is so evident. My heart says they are indistinguishable. Come home with me, Sal. Come home to me………. Lola.” October in New Orleans is a secret the locals like to keep from visitors. The city belongs to them for a few precious weeks. The beauty and grace of the city doesn’t require sharing. Reservations for favorite restaurants at a desired time are for the asking. The air has a freshness of renewal. All in all, it is a sublime time to go back home. They were to meet at the Royal Inn, a Creole townhouse built in the 1830’s with hardwood floors, wrought iron balconies and antique furniture. Their room was on the second floor facing the street. Lola turned the lock with her key and held the door open with her foot while jockeying her suitcase through the opening. It was surprising to find the French doors leading to the balcony already open and the gauze curtains billowing outward. A few steps into the room and she knew that he had already been there. Her own senses were keen to his and she could smell the essence of him! It was always intoxicating! On the bed lay a large box. A piece of hotel stationary was next to it. His familiar script sprawled across the page: “Journey forward, Baby. Wear what’s in the box! I’m at the Port O’ Call. Let the pink wildflowers and your imaginations lead the way. Love, S.” His clothes were already neatly hung in the armoire on the same side of the closet he would have chosen had it been the bed. Lola hummed happily as she hung her clothes beside his. The box held a white dress with delicate pink wildflowers embroidered over the tufted bodice. The skirt was soft with accordion pleats. He had included a cream colored camisole to wear beneath. A floppy white hat and a new pair of sunglasses completed the package. Multi colored ribbons were tied to the frame of the sunglasses with a one-line note, “L, this is so you can find them when you need them!” She dressed for him! Added a touch of fragrance, her favorite and his, Yvonne LaFleur, a dab behind each ear and a trace between her breasts. By adding her sunglasses with the streamers still attached and her new hat, she was ready to stroll through her city. She looked and felt like the epitome of a southern belle as she meandered from one window to another. The rhythms of the city lulled her. The buildings were painted vibrantly in pinks, purples, yellow, blues and greens. Yet, for this city, all of the colors seemed to blend so naturally. Ornate ironwork that adorned the balconies told historical stories for those that chose to listen. The flag that flew over Louisiana when that structure was first built would be revealed. Louisiana was complicated. So was she. One can smell the age of the city through the open doorways. It’s not offensive! It’s old! Lola wandered into one apartment gate that had been left unlatched. The walkway was made of dark red brick that seemed to be totally unleveled. The cracks had a mossy green growth between each brick. An incredible multi-tiered patio fountain splashed down on the lush gardens. Ferns were everywhere! As she gazed upwards, every balcony from every side of the patio was full of greenery. Bougainvilleas, of magentas, orange, and dark pinks accented the shades of green. Some grew on trellises three stories high. Some balcony windows were strung in glass beads of brilliant colors to catch the sunrays and create a homemade rainbow. On the very next corner a saxophone player leaned against the building. One foot rested up against the wall, he wore a jacket with disregard to the humidity, and his hair was pony-tailed and topped off with a black felt hat. His instrument case lay open at his feet for donations from those that appreciated his efforts of he mournfully shared his unique version of Amazing Grace. Esplanade Avenue was there before she realized it. The smoke from the kitchen carried that wonderful aroma of burgers frying. Thick juicy burgers! Her salivary glands went to warp speed! She was at that familiar weathered green door when the music spilled into the street. Hands down, the best jukebox she had ever experienced was on the other side of the door. The sounds of Jim Morrison rocked on. The place was crowded! It usually is! There is never a shortage of regulars. Her eyes had to adjust to the change in light when she first walked into the bar. The place is like and old mariners hang out. It’s conceivable to those who allow themselves to be dreamers to imagine that at one time it had been an ancient ship. Sal was at the far end of the bar holding court, laughing, “passin’a good time” as we say here. He smiled and waved her over to him. Making her way slowly through the crowd it was evident there was not one empty seat. Jonas was tending bar .He had become part of the establishment. Seeing him there was like seeing family. “Ain’t seen you in a long time, Sugar! Where ya been?” “Hey, Jonas! I’ve missed you, too!” They hugged each other warmly. “Lola! Come here!” Sal stood with his arms spread wide. The sparks that flew between the two of them was like a blazing furnace! She was like a wildfire! He was the source! She molded her body next to his and melted in his arms. Sal introduced her to the group that stood around the bar. Most she had already knew. She was polite but impatient. Her desire was for his attention to be directed towards her. The sultry sounds of Sara Vaughn played in the background. “Dance with me, please.” She nibbled on his earlobe and pulled him with her to a spot hardly big enough for the two of them to move. They began to sway with the music. They were talking without need of words. Body talk! “Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets!” He was teasing her, waiting for her to take the bait, waiting to see what type of response she would give him. “Thank you for coming, Sal. I wasn’t sure you would! I was afraid you wouldn’t give me another chance.” “I love you, Lola.” She could not say those words to him. Not yet. Conversation on the walk back to the inn fluctuated between animated and flirtatious, to a comfortable silence of watching the other’s face as they enjoyed the seduction of the city. “I need a shower!” She was peeling the layers of cloth from her body as she spoke. He had already begun to check his messages. She shook her head in mock disapproval. The bathroom was tiled in total dark green marble with gold inlay, multiple showerheads sprayed high and low. She giggled as felt the spray against her sensitive outer lips. What delights this stimulus could provide to a curious pleasure seeker. She felt his eyes stare at her intently, purposefully. Despite the warmth of the water, goose bumps erupted on her skin and traveled the course of her spine. The faint odor of heated passion filled the air. It was their animal lust seeping from their very pores. She stared at him. Her focus to his body was rapt as he slowly shed his clothes. It was when his cock sprang forth so full of life that her own nipples hardened as though he had suckled them. "This is going to be so good!" But she had never really doubted that! They had already seduced the other's mind. And now the long awaited physical celebration was to begin. She reached out and took his shaft in her hand and smiled seductively. "Get in, Sal, the water is oh so nice." They stood beneath the warm cascade, skin to skin, and their lips touched in soft exploration. Her body trembled with pent desire as his tongue filled her mouth. He shared so freely of his tongue. She placed her hand upon his chest, lacing her fingers tenderly through his hair. “I want this! Can I have it?” She smiled playfully. She didn’t wait for his response. She sank to her knees pressed his beautiful cock in a caress against her cheek. "Mmmmmm! You smell so good!" Her tongue lightly traced his engorged penis, the head so red, thick and the texture of a large mushroom. A sweet drop of his fluids kissed her lips. It was just the invitation she was waiting for! She consumed him until all of him filled her mouth. He placed his hand at the back of her head and stroked her hair as she stroked his eager cock. "Wait, baby, you are going to make me cum!" "I know Sal! I want you to! I want to taste you! Give it to me please!" "Pace! The night is young! I am going to fuck you until you walk bowlegged! You can count on that!" He led her to face him by taking a handful of her hair and tenderly guiding her body upwards. “Did you miss this?” The question was rhetorical. They both knew that. Lola had an overbite that caused her lower lip to protrude in what appeared to be a permanent sexy pout. Her hair was the color of wheat and was cut in a very natural style to frame her face. Whenever she tilted her head, her hair seemed to flow in a fluid forward motion. She was applying the last layer of shine to her lips when she heard him call to her She found him leaning against the wrought iron railing. He was dressed in a white linen shirt that he always left unbuttoned enough to reveal his olive-bronzed skin and dark chest curls. In his hand he held a freshly lit cigar. The early evening light danced on the small numbers of silvered hair that had begun to show at his temples. His black eyes sparkled with appreciation and pleasure when he saw her. Lola did not think herself beautiful. But, Sal did! He nonchalantly gestured to the street. “Our taxi is here. Shall we?” With his arm at her elbow he guided her down the wooden staircase and out the beveled glassed door. Only then did she get a glimpse of their taxi. A gleaming white limousine was parked curbside with the chauffeur standing beside the passenger door. “Good evening, Miss. You look lovely as usual.” He opened the door and helped her step inside. She folded the vibrant red skirt around her long shapely legs. “Why thank you so much, Clarence!” When she smiled, her face was an illuminate. When she talked to you, she looked deep into your eyes. Laughter came easy for her. And when she laughed, those around her joined in as though infected by her merriment. She had the deceptive look of innocence. Her curious mind and lustful nature defined the true woman. The limousine made it’s way through the congestion of the French Quarter and crossed Canal Street and on down St. Charles Avenue. Ahead of them a lighted trolley car swayed down the track. Lola was very aware of the stark contrast as the limo penetrated blighted neighborhoods as they traveled. Sitting in the comfort and luxury of their vehicle they bore witness to those who lived life in poverty and struggle. She felt a pang of guilt. Sal’s hand was stroking the inside of her thigh. “You are so silky soft! Even your heart is soft! But, Lola, you cannot save the world! Save me, instead! Marry me!” “We tried that already, Sal. The vaccination wasn’t a success!” “Before this weekend is over you are going to say yes!” His hand traveled farther up her leg and found her soft closely clipped curls and a dampness of desire was already there. He flickered the tip of her clit until she sighed. He grinned at her and knew that he was ahead of schedule with his plan. They dined at Brigsten’s. The hostess sensed their passion and knew they were pursuing a romantic adventure. Throughout the courses of the meal, the wait staff spoke of the “heat” emanating from their private corner. Every dish came coated in a sauce to tantalize the taste buds. The salmon was coated with roasted tomatoes and pesto, the yellow fin tuna was bedded on a smoked corn sauce, next to the fish lay a perfect potato pancake with a dab of dill sauce and a splash of Louisiana black pearl caviar right in the center. It was a head rush of an experience! Dessert was orgasmic! A banana bread pudding with a lemon sauce topped by a Chantilly cream was placed in front of Lola. She was about to protest that she was much too full! Sal reached across the table and took her hand. He pressed a small package into the palm and wrapped her fingers around it. “No need to answer now! When you are ready to say yes, wear it!” He picked up the dessertspoon and fed her like his baby. Clarence was waiting for them as they exited the restaurant. He met them with an umbrella to protect them from the misting rain. “Take us to the club, Clarence. My ‘Lady Lola’ is performing tonight” “I’ve reserved a table for you, Sal. Might have a little surprise for you!” She unzipped him and slid her hand inside his pants. She cupped his testicles and squeezed. He didn’t flinch! “Can Sal come out and play tonight?” She laughed and leaned over to kiss him. She raised her dress almost to her waist; her soft curls were not covered. She guided his hand to the edge of her opening and positioned two of his fingers deep within her. Her moan was loud enough to cause the ever stoic Clarence to check the rearview mirror. She caught his eye and smiled the smile of a woman in heat. The professional that he was, Clarence immediately looked forward to the road. She put Sal’s index finger in her own mouth and sucked her juices that coated it. “Your turn!” She laughed and she had him repeat the process of tasting her thick juices. “When I’m dancing tonight and you see the glisten between my legs, you’ll be the only man there to knows what I taste like!” She fell back against the leather seats and laughed heartily. Sal looked at her in fascination and echoed her laughter. Nothing Lola did surprised him! The house lights faded. An excited mummer rose in the audience. They adjusted themselves in their seats. Then a hush fell the room. A resonant voice announced, “Gentlemen and Ladies! Tonight, the management of the Orleans Club is so pleased to have with us a woman of rare talent and unique grace. She will soon walk onto this very stage to entertain you, entice you, to temp your imagination and weave her spell. We are all indeed very fortunate for this opportunity for tonight will be here last performance! She dances for her pleasure and for yours. Please welcome the seductress extraordinaire, Lola!” For Sal, this was Lola’s first surprise of the evening. She had made no hint that she was thinking about quitting. This surprise did not please him. A small ray of light circled a pair of acrylic spiked heels. The first haunting chords of Gato Barbieri ‘s saxophone began. Lola felt a rush fill her gut! She always felt a transformation when she stood on stage before a crowd. All eyes in the room were riveted to the light at her feet. The sounds of ‘Europa’ had bled through her veins and she had melded with the music. She was ready! Slowly she made her way across the stage letting the music lead her. The spotlight remained at her feet. As she stood center stage the light slowly revealed her. A gasp came from one of the tables near center row. Lola stood bent at the waist, her head hanging down, and her feet spread wide apart; her fingers grasped her ankles, her red tipped fingernails created the allure of drops of blood against her alabaster skin. Her hair hung loose and free. The back of her long shapely legs framed the image the audience saw. She held that pose while the stage lights emphasized her serenely smiling face. Very slowly, she stood up straight with one hand on each hip, her head lowered slightly, and she made eye contact with Sal and winked mischievously. Lola made no pretense about why she was there and what she was there to do. Her costume was a long single strand of pearls and diamonds, one layer encircled her throat, and the strand continued down her torso between her breasts, looped through the jeweled clit ring, and continued on, separating her vaginal lips and brushing against her pink anal ring, and finally linking to the back side of the necklace at her throat again. The rest of her was bare! Lola directed her eyes from one patron to the other. She was emitting what could best be described as an electromagnetic pulse. Her face was lively with expression and her body glowed like sunbursts. Sal was as spellbound as everyone else in the room. He knew they too were her captives. He thought of Lola as the ‘Pied Piper of Penises’, the collector of erections, and the visual purveyor of pleasure! But, his greatest pleasure was in the knowledge that this woman loved him as fiercely as he loved her. Yet, there was a problem. Domestic cohabitation just did not work for them. She smiled with her eyes, the corners of her lips only slightly lifted, commanding all to remain transfixed. She was so turned on! Already she could feel the wetness between her legs. She moved her body in sync with the deep tones of Gato’s saxophone. At the far end of the stage she extended her outer leg straight up the side of the wall. Her body was pressed tightly against the stage wall. With her arms at her side, she allowed her shoulders and her head to fall into a backwards stretch. Her nipples were pointed upwards hard and proud. Her eyes were dreamy, as she seemed to float in the moment. After returning her foot to the to the floor, she turned her leg out from the hip joint in a ninety degree rotation and held the extension towards those in the front row. Her vaginal lips and inner walls sparkled with the glistening wetness and the jewels that slid between her lips. She was wide open and completely exposed. It was then that Sal leaned closer to the stage for a closer look. Sure enough, he was correct! There dangling between her legs was surprise number two. The ring he had given her at dinner was attached to her clit jewelry and stimulating the hood of her clit with every move she made. Lola was making love to him from the stage! She retraced her steps to make her way to the other side of the stage. She paused in front of Sal long enough to fondle the ring. She mouthed one word to him. “Maybe!” Those seated on the right side of the stage were treated to the same sensual movements she had performed moments before. As the music began to reach the its crescendo, Lola stood center stage with her body in profile one leg supporting her, her shoulders squared, and the other leg extended. She was the image of a well-trained ballerina. The music and lights faded as she left the stage. Sal left in a state of confusion and pushed his way through the crowd. He climbed into the waiting limousine and slammed the door. “Where to, Sir?” Clarence viewed his employer from the small-framed rear view mirror. After six years, he had come to know his moods and his needs. What his experience had taught him was that Salvador Rome was in a slow burn. Clarence knew that no answer was the answer. He put the car in park and stepped outside of the vehicle and stood beside the driver’s door awaiting his next instructions. The longer he waited for her, the more Sal fumed! Maybe he was wrong after all. He had allowed himself to believe by her note to join him in New Orleans that she was ready for him in her life. Perhaps, once again he had created a delusion. If so, this was the last time that he would! Things between them were going to change!