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Ignorance is Bliss Ch. 01

By: Ickenboffer



Chapter 01 - Moving In

The moving truck arrived at the empty house next door on a Saturday. My wife Roberta and I were home and had time to kill so we went over to see who was moving in. It was a young, newly married couple, Ray and Sylvia. Ray was just out of college on his first job as accountant in the local branch of his bank. Sylvia had just graduated from a two year nursing program.

Ray is in good physical condition. He stands about 5' 11" and probably weighs 180 pounds. He is an intense person who needs to be doing something all the time. He took two loads into the house for every one that the rest of us took.

Sylvia is also in good shape. She and Ray jog a few miles every night. Her light brown hair generally hides at least part of her face and hangs down to her shoulders, She tends to wear baggy clothes that hide her figure. On the moving day she was wearing baggy jeans and a sweatshirt.

After working hard most of the afternoon, we invited our new neighbours out to dinner to get to know them better. We chatted about all sorts of different topics and found that this was the first time either of them had lived further than a few miles from their parents. It was also their first venture away from city life. We have large cities about four hours drive to both the east and the west, but there isn't much in between. This would be a new and different life for them!

Roberta and I are an older couple in our late forties. We have lived in this town for over ten years, so it wasn't too long before we became the confidants for Ray and Sylvia. Roberta and Sylvia would go shopping together, to the hairdresser, and just about everywhere else. Ray and I would work around the yard together, help each other fix the house and have the occasional brew.

Things were fine for the first few months and then a tension between Ray and Sylvia began to become very clear. Ray and I were in my workshop putting the finish sanding on a new cutting board for Sylvia's kitchen when the topic of sex first came up. He kind of blurted out between strokes with the sander, "What the hell do women want in bed any way?"

The question kind of caught me off guard, "What do you mean?"

"Ah, never mind, I'll have to work it out." Ray went back to his sanding and I didn't feel that I could push it, so I went back to work too.

The following weekend, I was outside chopping wood kind of lazily as there was no rush and I didn't really need a lot, just enough to keep the fireplace burning once in a while. Ray came over and took the axe that I had set down so I could stack what I had split. He grabbed the biggest, ugliest piece of knotted up wood that he could find and began to hack at it as if he was going to split it in one stroke. All he did was get the axe buried in so deep that it would not come out. He began to curse under his breath and heaved at the axe handle. I watched for a moment and then ducked in to the shop to get a couple of beers. When I came back he was sweating and swearing at the piece of wood. I held out a beer and waited.

Finally he flung the axe away from himself so that it rocked the piece of wood back and then forward. The axe handle hit him in his knee as he was turning toward me to take the beer. He yelped, swore again, and limped to sit on a stump beside me. I handed him the beer and he downed most of it in one gulp.

"What has got you so fired up?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just that god damned wife of mine."

"Hmm. What's the problem?"

"Well, one minute she is all warm and gushy, the next minute you could make ice on her butt."

"Sounds like a woman. What happened?"

"Well, we were talking about the changes in the bedroom. I was standing next to her and suggested we put a big mirror on the wall next to her dressing table. She was all for it. I figured it would be great when we - well - you know - the bed is right there. Anyway, she was planning how she could use it and then I put my hand on her back. She froze up solid. Stopped in mid sentence and went rigid. Christ, you'd think it was the first time I'd ever touched her. I guess I got mad and yelled and stomped out of there to came over here."

"Sounds like you haven't had much of a sex life lately."

"Nope. Haven't done it for about two weeks now."

"You must be getting pretty frustrated!"

"You better believe it!"

I had seen Sylvia crossing the driveway to our house, so I presumed she was in talking to my wife. It was sad to see this young couple having sex problems so early in their marriage. I remember Roberta and I had had some great fights early on, usually about everything but sex. We had always left our arguments out of the marriage bed. Sex was just too good to waste.

Ray stayed for an hour or so. We went into the shop and he did some more hand sanding on a bed side table he was making. I thought about what he had said and wondered what we could do to help him and Sylvia.

Later that night, after the dishes were done and my wife and I had some quiet private time, we decided to play one of our games. I got us each a drink of Scotch, turned on some soft music and she came out of the bedroom with a deck of cards. The rules are pretty simple. Cut the deck for high card. The winner gets to ask the loser to do whatever. We usually start slow and end up tossing the cards while we make mad passionate love.

This night I decided to tease her. She was wearing a skirt and blouse that buttoned up the front with lots of little buttons. I won the first three draws and told her to unbutton one button each time starting at the bottom of her skirt. The fourth draw was in her favour. She asked for my socks. Next, I got two more buttons on her skirt. She asked for my shirt and then for my watch. There were still three buttons on her skirt, so I asked for her panties. She managed to get them off without showing anything. I won again and asked for a button on her blouse. She won the next two rounds, off with my pants and my underwear. Now I was naked and she was still fully covered.

She won again. She said she wanted a kiss. I stayed where I was and she had to lean over me to get her kiss. She decided to grab my cock as she leaned into the kiss. Our tongues were duelling like mad and the temperature was rising - so was my dick. When we broke the kiss, I cried foul!

"You played with my cock when you only stated you wanted to kiss! I guess that means I get five spanks to use when I want to!"

"Oops, guess I got carried away!" she replied.

My wife likes a spanking, occasionally.

She won again. She decided I should play with her breasts through her blouse and bra. I massaged them heavily and she began to breath a little faster. I tweaked her nipples and pinched them through her blouse. She moaned and asked for more. I claimed another foul because she asked for two things in the same round. She didn't argue.

I won the next round and asked for her bra. She managed to get it off without showing anything, but now there was nothing under her blouse and skirt but bare skin.

She won again. This time she asked for a number. Now you have to be careful when asked for a number. It could be the number of spanks or the number of strokes in her mouth. I decided on twenty. She told me to count out loud while she took my cock in her mouth. This is a good way to get a foul - if you miscount...

My wife is great at giving head. Twenty deep strokes was going to be good. She knelt in front of me and took my whole cock into her mouth. Slowly she drew back and used her tongue to lick the underside of the swollen head of my prick. Quickly down again right into her throat, her nose pressed against my pubic hair. Again and again, quickly down, slowly back with lots of tongue slipping wetly over and around the head. It was very hard to concentrate, but I managed to keep the count.

I won a round. My turn. I told her to take off her blouse and play with her tits while dancing to one song of slow music. I leaned back against the couch with my still wet cock standing erect, shining in the dim light. My wife began to sway slowly to the music and run her hands all over her blouse. Over her breasts, over the buttons (which seemed to magically become undone) and up over her head into her long hair. Gradually, as she writhed to the music, the blouse seemed to float away from her and I could see her breasts. They peeked out from between her fingers as her hands continued to massage those soft, resilient tits. The nipple grew to hard little buds and turned a darker shade of red. For a woman over forty five, they still looked good - no sag. There are advantages to smaller tits. Finally the song ended.

I won again. I told her to play with both her tits and her crotch but not to touch her clit while dancing to one song of slow music. This was awesome. She reached one hand beneath her skirt after undoing the two of the last three buttons. I could see her hand moving, stroking her thighs and pubic mound. She was careful not to touch her clit. Her other hands was massaging her breasts. She would fondle one breast, pinch the nipple and then move over to massage the other. Then with a quick pinch of the nipple she would move back. Her hips swayed slowly in time to the music and the hem of her skirt brushed gently back and forth. Two fingers slid into her well-moistened cunt. Then three. Her skirt fell to the floor. She was moaning as she danced.

The music ended and I saw her quickly run her thumb over her clit as she pulled her fingers from her cunt. I cried foul! Another five spanks. I also pointed out that her skirt was missing. Another five.

She won the next draw. She asked for a number. I said five. She told me to lie on my back and that she would take five strokes of my cock in her pussy. I lay back on the carpet. She straddled my hips and sank down until the tip of my cock was at the opening of her cunt. Slowly, ever so slowly she sat until I was buried deep inside her. She stayed there for a couple of seconds before rising off my cock until once again its head was just touching her pussy lips. She sank again, faster this time, then waited before slowly moving up. This time she sank quickly and didn't wait before she moved slowly up. Twice more, she quickly moved up and down and finally off my overheated prick. We were both breathing hard at this point.

We decided to take the game to the bedroom. We took our drinks and the cards and moved.

I won. I decided it was time to heat things up. I asked her for a number. She replied with 25. I told her to present her ass to me. It was time to use all those spanks. I got my broad leather belt and folded it two. She knelt on the bed with her ass in the air, her face in a pillow. The first stroke left a broad red mark across well rounded cheeks. I quickly gave her four more which left her gasping. Then I pointed out that she wasn't counting and that I wouldn't start until she counted. Then I began again. I gave her five strokes across both cheeks. Then I alternated. First five to the right cheek, then five to the left. She carefully counted each one out loud. For the next five strokes, I tried to get the belt down between her thighs, across her dripping pussy lips. She counted each stroke carefully. Five strokes to her left thigh, Five to the right. Her voice was strained, but she faithfully counted each stroke. Her bum was a bright red now, and her pussy was dripping sweet juices down onto the bed. The next ten strokes were across both cheeks, left, right, between, left thigh, right thigh. The last five were harder, across both cheeks, until she cried out on the last one and collapsed on the bed. I debated a foul because of the whimper that was 45, but then decided it was enough. Back to the cards.

She won. She asked for a number. I gave her 10. She told me to get behind her and put my dick in her cunt, but only ten strokes. I slipped in without any problem. I began stroking. At ten, she said to keep going. I began to pound into her. Quickly her moans and her hand stroking my balls and her clit, brought us both to the brink. I grabbed her hips and pulled them hard into me. I yelled, "I'm corning!" and she moaned again. I shot my seed deep into her cunt. She pushed back until both of us were drenched in ecstasy. Slowly we calmed down and collapsed on the bed.

We moved up the bed until we found the pillows. We were lying side by side cuddling quietly. The first thing she said was, "Sylvia came to talk to me today."

"Yeah, Ray came to talk to me," I replied.

"Sylvia is scared of him."

"Oh? How so?"

"She feels like he rapes her every time they have sex."

"He thinks she is the original ice queen."

"She was a virgin, you know, on their wedding night. He just wants to get it in and out. She wants a little romance."

"Hmm. Sounds like he is the original 'Wham, bam, thank you mam' type of guy."

"She is thinking she may have to leave him."

"Hmm, that's too bad."

"We need to help them."

"What would you suggest?" I began to play with Roberta's exposed nipple at this point. She was running her hand up and down my leg as she thought.

"They each need a good teacher. Someone who can show them how to enjoy sex." Her hand skimmed over my cock, which jumped up in response.

"Where would they find a person like that? They need two different things. He needs to learn how to put on the brakes and she needs to learn to accept her sexuality and go with it. It would have to be someone they trusted intimately."

"Someone they respected and could be free..." My voice ground to a halt as her hand began to stroke my stiffening member.

I should mention here that I tend to be a kind of once a night guy - at least for the last few years I had not cum twice in the same day - old age and all that....

"What about us?" Roberta murmured.

My hand sought for and found her moistened clit. I began to stroke it slowly as I thought about what she had just said. The possibilities were rather exciting. She was probably referring to me teaching Ray and her making over Sylvia. But what if I was to teach Sylvia. Could I handle the thought of her teaching Ray? Judging by the attempt by my cock to stretch above my belly button, I probably could. I thought I would try it out.

"What, you teach Ray and me teach Sylvia?" I tentatively suggested.

Her small hand squeezed tightly on my rod. "You got a problem with that?"

I reached over and kissed her hard. Our tongues fought until we needed air. Our hands were very busy lower down.

"No problem here," I gasped.

"Looks like a big problem here," she giggled and spun around to take my engorged prick into her mouth. Her ass was in the air, so I stuck three fingers in her pussy and rubbed her clit with my thumb. She moaned around my salami-like member which was harder now than it had been in a long time.

Taking my prick from her mouth, she said, "We will need some ground rules." She dove down on my prick again.

I moistened my pinky with her juices and in one stroke shoved it up her asshole. She jerked and moaned again. I continued to stroke all four fingers in and out, my thumb on her clit. "Yeah," I replied hoarsely, "a stop rule will be critical."

"Mm - mmm," she replied, moving her head faster, in time with my plunging fingers.

"We'll need - - lots of - - time..." I gasped out. I could feel her cumming on my hand. She froze and groaned around my cock. I slowed the piston motion of my hand and she slid over on her side, keeping my prick in her mouth. I took my dripping fingers from her box and wiped them on a tissue.

Roberta continued sucking on my dick, but at a much slower pace. I began to play with her breasts; massaging them, twisting the nipples and giving them the occasional pinch. My other hand found her clit and began to massage it in time with her sucking.

She dropped my prick from her mouth and quickly straddled my hips. "Do you think three days is enough?" She sank down and my dick pierced her pussy. "Ohh..." she moaned, "there is a long weekend coming up."

I was lost in the moment. I didn't answer until she had set a good rhythm, her hands by my shoulders, her breasts bobbing in front of me. "It should be enough." I filled my mouth with breast and suckled greedily.

"WheRE?" Her voice rose as I reached around her and pushed my middle finger in her ass. "We shouldn't do it HEre..." I pushed my finger in as far as I could reach. She pumped faster in response.

I could feel myself beginning to peak. It wouldn't be long now. "East -- and -west...", I gasped. I sucked in the other breast. Roberta was riding me like an unbalanced washing machine.

"What about money..."

I was gritting my teeth now, trying to hold back. Suddenly I burst! "Fuck the money!" My cum was power washing the inside of her cunt.

She threw back her head while her stomach muscles bounced and jiggled. She managed to moan out, "... tell 'em tomorrow!", just before collapsing on the bed.

We slept well that night.

* * *

Sunday dawned bright and clear. Roberta and I got up and showered together. We continued to discuss the rules we needed as we made and ate breakfast. I decided to get on the computer and print up a list. Roberta called Sylvia and told her to bring Ray over at 1:00 o'clock as we had something to tell them.

At 1:00 pm we presented them with our idea.

Sylvia was shocked. She even tried crying a little. Roberta told her to quit it and stop acting like a 12 year old. That dried up the tears. Then we had a really good discussion of their problems with sex. Roberta was very blunt. She told Sylvia she should grow up and act like a woman instead of a Barbie doll. Ray snickered, so she turned on him and told him he needed to learn how to act like a human being instead of an old horny toad. You had to be there. Ray just about crawled under the sofa. I think he had serious second thoughts about spending three days with her without being able to get away.

Then we shared the rules we had made up.

1. Stop means stop. Whatever you are doing must cease instantly and any directions must be followed - 'Leave me alone!' 'Go to your room!' Whatever! Breaking this rule means the weekend is over.

2. Each person will put up $1000 toward the weekend with no questions asked as to how it is spent.

3. One couple will go east to the next large city, one will go west.

4. The weekend will start after work on Thursday and everyone must be back in their house by 6:00 pm Sunday evening.

5. No participant will ever ask any questions of any other participant about what happened during the weekend.

6. It will be a teacher-student relationship with the student doing their best to follow the instruction of the teacher, given that any request may be overruled with the stop command.

7. The teacher would hold the keys and the money unless the stop word was abused.

Around 3:00 pm., after a few strong drinks, they both agreed.

I told Sylvia I would pick her up at 4:30 pm. on the Thursday outside her house and that she should be ready with a suitcase that only contained her toiletries and one nightgown.

"But..." 

I just raised my left eyebrow.

Roberta told Ray to pick her up at work at 4:15. She would have her suitcase there.

Ignorance is Bliss Ch. 01



Okay, if he isn't home in 20 minutes I am seriously gonna kick his ass. I stood there in my lacy black nightgown, brushing my teeth and watching the seconds tick by on the clock. He promised he would be home by 11 tonight; it was 12. I spit out the foamy toothpaste and stared in the mirror; long dark brown hair, wide golden brown eyes, I personally thought I looked nice. Very nice. Then why did I have such a hard time keeping my boyfriend on time? 

Sighing, I shut out the bathroom lights and crawled under the silky white sheets of Dominic's King size bed. Where was he now? I tried to fight down the paranoia within me, but one question always slipped into my mind; Is there another woman? My fists automatically clenched, I closed my eyes, an aching throb seizing the pit of my stomach. He would never do such a thing, he loved me too much to ever be with another woman, at least that's what he told me. I glanced over at the clock; 12:08. Screw him, if he wants to be late, so be it, I wasn't gonna wait for him any longer. I turned off the bedside lamp and curled into my sleeping position. I was not going to let him touch me tonight. 

***

Warmth and his musky scent filled my senses, his strong body pressed against my backside, "sorry for being late babe." He whispered in my ear, sucking on the lobe while one of his arms wrapped around me, pulling my body closer to his. It really did feel nice, and I probably would have forgotten about him being late had he not reminded me. 

"Don't touch me." I said trying to push his hand off of my slim belly. He ignored my protest and rolled me over so that he could press his lips against mine. I turned my head before he reached me and he started kissing my neck instead. 

"You ass," I said pressing my hands against his chest, trying not to admire his muscular build. "I was sleeping." He kept trailing kisses down my throat, reaching the extremely sensitive hollow of my throat. A moan betrayed my anger. 

"You're not sleeping anymore," he said, capturing my face in his hands and pressing his lips to mine. "Plus, we both know neither of us will be able to sleep until we finish this." His mouth melded to mine, his tongue seeking entrance to my mouth. I tried to turn my head to the side, but his hands held me in place. I stubbornly kept my mouth shut, trying to ignore the throbbing of my loins. I hated to admit it, but he was right. I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep until he fucked me senseless. I parted my lips as his hand started playing with the nipple of my breast and he took that opportunity to explore my mouth with his tongue. Desire blossomed within me, my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, my back arching, pressing my body against his.  

Raggedly breathing, he pulled my night gown over my head, admiring the view of my vulnerable body before his hands went to the buttons of his pants. My head lay on the pillows as I watched him from beneath my thick eyelashes, his hands pushing off his black work pants, revealing his stiff cock. He pulled me beneath him again, his mouth venturing everywhere; my mouth, throat, nipples, mound. I pressed my hips down against him, moaning as his skilled mouth against my silky folds pushed me towards a towering peak. He brought a finger to my cunt and tested my wetness before pressing the entire digit inside of me. I bit my lip, my eyes closed, all I could think of was the pleasure he was giving me. 

"You're so fucking wet," he said huskily. "so tight." He whispered as his mouth continued its assault on my clit. He added another digit and my hips started rocking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into me, my lips parted in a silent cry of pure ecstasy. When I came down from my orgasm, I could feel something much bigger start to penetrate my cunt and my hips raised once again, my cunt seeking to be stretched and filled with his thick cock. His mouth came down to my ear.

"Will you forgive me?" Only the tip of his member was at the entrance to my cunt. Wordlessly I flexed my hips up; he evaded my attempt to ignore his question. 

"Forgive me," he bore his silver eyes into mine, I wanted to say yes to escape the intensity of his gaze, to make everything okay, to feel completely and utterly satisfied.

"No." I could see a slight change in his expression as he silently accepted the challenge of my denial. 

"But you will," He thrust into me suddenly, moving his hips back and forth, hitting all the right places to make me gasp and squirm beneath him. He paused his actions, I groaned in protest. His hands captured my breast and his teeth playfully tugged at the pink nipple before sucking it into his mouth and torturing it with his tongue. 

"Dominic," I gasped, my hands clutched his light brown hair as my back arched. He moved to my other breast, mimicking his actions from the first while thrusting two of his fingers into my cunt. His thumb started playing with my sensitive clit and I could barely withhold from begging him to fuck me. He raised his head and I went breathless from the expression in his eyes; they were smoldering from lust and desire, but also showed control over his passions. I felt an orgasm fast approaching and he suddenly pulled his hand away from my cunt. 

"Please." The words escaped my lips and I cursed him for bringing me to the point where I was willing to do or say anything to get an orgasm. 

"Forgive me first." He placed the head of his cock against the entrance of my oozing cunt, waiting for my answer. 

"I forgive you!" Just get inside me now. He broke all restraint at that point, pounding into me as my legs wrapped around him again and my hips matched the rhythm of his thrusts. I cried out as pure pleasure flooded my senses, I closed my eyes as they rolled into the back of my head and stilled the movements of my hips. I felt Dominic's cock swell and throb inside of me, releasing his seed deep inside of my cunt. 

He recuperated from the intensity of his orgasm for awhile before rolling over and pulling me on top of his chest. He pushed a few sweaty strands of hair away from my face and kissed me gingerly on the forehead. 

"You still mad at me?" He asked, the deep sound of his voice lured me to relaxation. I reached over and turned the clock so I could see the time; 2:13 in the morning. 

"Hell yeah." I mumbled against him, I moved off of him so I could readjust into my sleeping position. 

"Babe," he sighed, thinking of something to say. "Listen, I'm sorry I'm late but I can't afford to leave work early when there's still things to be done." I shifted around so I could tenderly kiss him.

"Let's not fight tonight, okay?" I settled down beneath the sheets, my backside molding against him. 

"Okay," He whispered, his arm came around and rested against my waist, "I love you." 

***

Dominic woke with a start, his beautiful girlfriend lay fast asleep next to him, undisturbed by the soft buzzing of his phone. He reached over to his work pants and checked the caller ID. Grecio. Damn. He pulled on a pair of clean boxers and his same pair of work pants before flipping open the phone outside of the bedroom. 

"This better be important," he growled into the phone.

"Your mother," Grecio responded. "We found her." 

***

I woke up with a delicious throb in the pits of my belly, I stretched, my arms over my head and my toes pointing, rolling over to bump into—an empty bed. Surprised, I looked up to find Dominic and his pants missing. I could feel the tears start to build up as a wave of anger hit me. He only came back to me during the night so we could fuck, we hadn't had a decent conversation in months and I was getting fed up with it. I needed a man who would be there for me. Dominic was not that man. I sat in bed, examining my hands, a tear ran down my cheek; I couldn't stay with a man who was never there. 

I mulled it over during breakfast, figuring out where I should go, what I should pack, how I was gonna restart my life. Dominic had been my friend since first year of college, one night at a party he had saved me from getting raped by my drunk boyfriend during my junior year and took my virginity instead. He had kept me around him after that incident, trying to protect me from something I didn't understand. After we had graduated he insisted that I live with him, he told me I didn't need a job, that he would take care of everything. Boy was I stupid. 

I washed all the dishes and went into the bedroom, pulling out a suitcase from the closet, I started to pack everything I would need to get to my parents' house. I hated that I was 25 and going back to my parents'. I wrote a simple note to Dominic, telling him I was leaving, afraid that my will would break down if I saw him one more time. I was about to pull open the door, when Dominic opened it before me. My heart felt as though it was being put through a meat grinder when I saw the beautiful blonde haired woman trailing after him. She seemed kind of old, but then again a lot of young men liked the older women for their experience. 

"Casianna," he said, looking at the woman with adoration. "Meet my mother." The jealousy instantly evaporated from my gut. I was emotionally torn, why was he introducing me to his mother now of all times? Why didn't he tell me she was coming?

"It's good to finally meet the stunning young woman my son's been talking about," said the woman with a slight Italian accent, wrapping her frail arms around me. "Call me Marie." 

"It's nice to meet you too Marie." I said with a smile, I felt guilty holding the suitcase behind me, hoping Dominic wouldn't spot it. 

"Dear," Marie said with a slight frown. "Are you traveling somewhere?" Shit. I glanced over at Dominic to gauge how pissed off he was. From a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being the lowest, Dominic would be an 11. 

"I was on my way to visit my parents," I said, hoping Dominic would believe my lie. "I haven't seen them in a long time."

"Oh, then you must go!" Cried out Marie. "Do not keep your parents waiting!" Dominic's glare made me feel as though I were betraying him, I wished I could fall into a black hole. I started to roll the suitcase towards the door, but Dominic stood rooted in place in the middle of the doorway. I looked up at him and his eyes were full of fury, his hands clenched tightly by his sides. 

"Give us a moment," Dominic said to his mother. Marie's eyes shifted between the two of us before she headed out the door. 

"I hope you don't mind, I will take your car so I can shop around town." Marie said as she gave me a little wave.

"Keep Grecio with you." Dominic called out after her as he closed the door behind him and locked it. 

"Where were you going?" 

"You heard me the first time." I said, I tilted my chin up.

"I call bullshit on you," his stormy eyes narrowed accusingly. "You were going for good. Without telling me." I didn't respond to that which was an answer all in its own. 

"Why?" His voice was hard and demanding.

"Because of all the dinners I've eaten alone, the nights I fell asleep hoping you would come home, the mornings I have woken up by myself," He shifted uncomfortably, I held back my tears. "I'm tired of waiting." He stood there with an emotionless mask on his face.

"I can't let you go." He said, his voice thick.

"Why not?"

"If I do a lot of people will be out there to get you." What? Did I hear him right? Why would people try to come after me? He saw the confusion in my face and his eyes softened. 

"Because you're my greatest weakness." What the hell was he talking about?

"Explain." 



Ignorance is Bliss Ch. 02



Chapter II - Sylvia's Thursday

At precisely 4:30, I locked the door to the house and went to my car. Sylvia was standing next to it nervously clutching a small overnight case. She was dressed in her usual costume, a too-large jacket over a bulky sweater and baggy jeans.

"Good afternoon," I said, "so, do I need to check in the suitcase?"

Sylvia shook her head. I took the case from her and put it with mine in the back seat.

"Good, now I want you to strip off all your clothes and run down the street yelling 'Fuck me!"

Sylvia's eyes got really big. Tears began began to pour down her face. Her hand slowly crept up to her jacket and began to undo it.

I looked up at the sky and slowly said, "Let's see, what was that first rule?" as I tapped my index finger against my chin, "something about a word?"

I heard a soft voice tentatively say, "Stop!?"

"Good idea. That would be a very stupid thing to do, wouldn't it. Running down your own street naked. And yelling? Might wake up a neighbour! Stupid. Ok, let's go and have a good time instead." I opened the passenger door and ushered her in.

Sylvia stood staring at me as she buttoned up her jacket.

Softly I explained, "Do you understand the first rule now?"

Slowly, she nodded.

"Then, let's go."

She sat as far away from me as the door would allow, arms crossed tightly over her chest. She was rigid and no air conditioner could have been so cold. The only sounds were those of the car. I let her sit and stew.

Two hours into the four hour drive I made my first comment. "I am not going to rape you you know. In fact, I am not even going to touch you unless you ask me to."

Fifteen minutes later her answer came, "Thank you."

I could see the thaw setting in. She move a little closer to the centre of the seat and put her head back against the head rest.

Ten minutes later I continued, "But I need you to trust me. I am not going to hurt you but I may embarrass you a little."

Five minutes later, "Why should I trust you?"

"Two reasons. First, because you need to relax and enjoy the weekend. I don't have a month or more to build up your trust in me. Second, you always have the Stop command."

Several minutes pass in silence. Finally she took a big breath and let it out slowly. "Ok."

I could see her now relaxing into her seat. She stretched out her legs and crossed them at her ankles, then she put her hands in her lap and played with the pull on the zipper of her jacket.

We sat in a more comfortable silence for a long time. Suddenly she burst out with, "Do you think something is wrong with me?"

I laughed gently, "No, I don't. I think you are ignorant - just meaning that you lack information and therefor cannot make a good decision, not that you are stupid."

"Hmm. So what are you going to do?"

I looked over and smiled at her. "Give you the information I think you need."

We were entering the city by this time. I concentrated on getting us safely through the maze of interchanges and traffic. As we came up to the hotel I had reservations at, I told her the next part.

"I have a suite booked at the Grand Hotel. It is booked in the name of Mr. and Mrs. G_ just to make things simpler. No problems with rings, credit cards, or questions. I would really appreciate it if you could take my arm as we walk to the desk and play the part of my wife."

Sylvia was great. She took my arm and we went in to the lobby and I registered us. We got two room keys and took the elevator to the 25th floor. The busboy had our luggage ready and opened the room for us. I gave him a tip and sent him on his way.

The room was beautiful. It had windows all along one wall that looked south over the city lights. There was a couch, table, chair, desk, small kitchenette and large TV in the main room. Beyond it was a bedroom with a large king size bed, two night tables and another TV. It too had windows along one wall - the west wall. You could lie on the bed and see out over the city. There were no other buildings nearby that were nearly as tall.

Between the main room and the bedroom was a large bathroom, and across from it a small room with a whirlpool tub and shower. There were doors to the bedroom and back to the main room.

Sylvia had tightened up again. Her arms were tightly crossed over her chest and her lips were pursed as it came to her that there was only one bed.

"You get the bedroom," I explained, "I will make do with the couch."

She looked sharply at me, "I didn't... we can't..."

"It's Ok," I said, "it is part of the plan." I grinned at her. "Trust?"

She sighed, and lowered her arms.

"Let's use the facilities and then go and have some supper. There is a good restaurant across the street."

Twenty minutes later, we were sitting across from each other in a small Greek Restaurant. I ordered wine and shared it equally. I kept the topics of conversation as mild as possible. The weather, her childhood, her favourites, her work, her college courses. By the end of the meal I could see what Ray liked in her. She laughed easily, had a smart witty sense of humour and her smile could light up a room.

We walked back to the room with Sylvia's hand on my arm.

"Now listen carefully. It has been a long emotional day. You are to do whatever it is you do to get ready for bed and then go to sleep. I have a very busy day planned for you tomorrow. You have an appointment at 9:00 am."

"An appointment?"

"Good night!"



Ignorance is Bliss Ch. 03



Chapter III - Sylvia's Friday



At 7:00 the next morning I pounded on the bedroom door. I heard Sylvia answer fuzzily.

"Get up sleepyhead! Breakfast in thirty minutes - ready or not!"

She was ready in twenty nine minutes. We went to the cafe in the lobby for bacon and eggs. At 8:30 I bundled her in to a taxi and we went across town to a huge shopping mall. I took her straight to Victoria's Secrets.

It was early and one of the sales girls was not busy. I took Sylvia over to her and said, "My wife needs new underwear. She needs at least five matching sets of lingerie, at least one garter belt, stockings to go with it, and perhaps a bustier. Now, colours for the lingerie... " I walked over to a rack with a number of panty and bra sets. "Black, yes, one definitely black, red, white - and this peach is nice. That leaves one more for you to pick! Oh, some night wear might be useful too."

The sales girl asked Sylvia her size. Sylvia blushed and mumbled a response. The girl looked puzzled. 

"Make sure it fits properly!" I said to the girl. "Not too loose, not too tight! Try everything on!"

The girl picked out a couple of sets and handed them to Sylvia. "Take these into that change room and try them on. I will get a couple more and we can see how they fit."

Sylvia started for the change room. She was blushing furiously. I grabbed the sales girl's arm and whispered intently in her ear, "Make sure she wears the new clothes out. There is a tip for you if you can put her old bra and panties in the garbage!"

An hour later we left the store. Sylvia was still blushing. I had a large shopping bag in my hand and had seen the sales girl drop two items of clothing in the garbage.

Next we went to a selection of clothing stores. I gave Sylvia a shopping list. Three skirts no longer than knee length, 3 blouses with buttons up the front, one cocktail dress - again with buttons - and one evening gown. As well as the necessary accessories. Along the way her old sweatshirt ended up in the garbage as did her old baggy jeans. The transformation was amazing. Sylvia had been hiding a delightful pair of breasts that looked to be a B cup and a form that had curves in all the right places. The blouse she was wearing was tight enough to highlight those curves, and the skirt displayed her calves to great effect.

I was beginning to look like a pack horse with all the bags I was dragging.

Shoes were the final stop. Three pair, ones for walking, ones for lounging, and ones with heels to match the ball gown. I carefully picked a store where a young man was stacking boxes on a table. I told Sylvia what to get and sent her in by herself. I stood outside and watched through the window.

The young man accosted her as she entered. After a short discussion and some discussion of the shoes on display, he went off to get a measuring tool. It was fun to watch. The young fellow knelt at her feet and measured one foot. Sylvia was trying very hard to maintain her dignity, but with a skirt she wasn't used to, her knees kept parting. He would look up at her occasionally and say something, then bend down to measure again. Finally he got up and went off to get some shoes.

I smiled through the window at her and she blushed again.

The young man returned with a stack of boxes. He carefully tried a number of pairs. Occasionally he would glance up at Sylvia's skirt. They had set aside two pair and were trying on a third with heels when Sylvia looked up at me, took a deep breath and smiled as she opened her knees before reaching down to feel how the shoe fit. The young man was caught like a deer in the headlights, looking up her skirt. Eventually she stood and took the third pair.

I entered the store and took out my credit card to pay for the shoes. Sylvia was still blushing and the young man was stammering and looking everywhere but at me as he rang up the sale.

We went for lunch in small cafe in the mall. Sylvia was quite excited about all her new clothing and the whole shopping experience. She blushed as she told me how the sales girl at Victoria's Secrets had held her breasts to test the fit of the bras. She blushed again as I told her that the shoe store clerk was probably hiding in a washroom masturbating at the sight of her new panties.

"I don't know what came over me," she said, "he was trying so hard to look that I just had to show him."

"And you did. Now, do me a small favour?"

"What?" she said timidly.

"Undo the top two buttons on your blouse."

"I ca..." she started, "I shouldn't..." She looked down at herself for a moment and then reached her hands up to her neck and undid the two buttons.

I reached over and dropped a small jewellery box in front of her. "A present."

She reached down and took the box in her long fingers. She flicked it open and looked inside. It was a small carved piece of jade on the end of a silver chain. The carving was a snarling bear.

"Oh, she said, it is beautiful! Can I put it on?"

"Absolutely!"

It hung just below the neck line of her blouse, out of sight. She looked down at it and then looked up at me. Without a word, she reached up and undid one more button. Now it hung in plain view at the top of the curved valley between her breasts.

"Right!" I said, "It is just about 1:00 and time for your next appointment."

We took the bags out to the taxi stand and hailed a cab. It took us downtown to the building I wanted. I told the cabbie to hold on and then took Sylvia into the beauty salon. At the main desk I asked for the manager, Alicia. I had talked to her earlier in the week when I had made the appointment.

"Alicia, this is Sylvia. You know what I want, when should I return?"

Alicia looked over Sylvia from head to toe. "Um hum. You have given me something to work with. Come back at 4:00. She will be ready then." She whisked Sylvia off down the hall muttering, "First we cut the hair, then we do a facial, don't worry dear, he won't know you when he returns."

I got back into the cab and went back to the hotel where I contacted the head bellman for some information I needed for Saturday. Then I went shopping.

At 4:00 I was back at Alicia's Beauty Emporium. I glanced at the beautiful young lady siting in the waiting area and went up to the main desk. "Where is Sylvia..." 

The words died in my throat and I turned. The beautiful young lady was Sylvia. What a difference! Her hair was out of her face and cut short. I could actually see both her eyes sparkling above her million dollar smile. She was laughing at my surprise. "Wow! What happened to that plain, timid little Sylvia I left here three hours ago?"

"A hairstyle, a manicure," she held out her hands, "a pedicure, a facal, some hair removal," she blushed, "a massage, and lots of tender treatment!" She twirled quickly, her skirt flaring out from her long lean legs. "A new me!" She laughed. "Oh, and I picked up a few things from the shelves..."

I paid the bill and we returned to the hotel. She chatted happily about each of the procedures that she had experienced. I noticed that she left out the hair removal.

"When we go in through the lobby," I whispered, "I want you to look at all the men we pass. See what they are looking at." She took my arm with hers and hugged it tightly to her side. 

We sauntered through the lobby to the bank of elevators. Once we were on our way up, Sylvia giggled, "They were watching me. All of them. Even the man reading the paper and the man with the lovely girl on his arm that went out."

"Yup. They were all jealous of me for having the most beautiful girl in the hotel on my arm."

"No." She shook her head. "Never."

"Yup. Trust me." I put the card into the room lock and opened the door. "Now, put on that cocktail dress and we will go for drinks, dinner and dancing. Take your time. We don't have to be there until 6:00." I threw my jacket over a chair.

Sylvia was still standing just inside the door. "Really? Me?"

I smiled at her. "Yes, really. Now go change." 

She slowly walked to her bedroom. "Really?"

I didn't think I needed to reply.

Just before 6:00 she came back into the main room dressed in the pale yellow cocktail dress she had purchased that morning. It had buttons that went through loops all the way down the front from neck to hem. It was high at the neck, no collar, sleeveless and the bodice was form fitted. The dress was made from a soft material that hung from her hips down to just above her knees. There was enough fulness in the skirt so that it would flare delightfully as she twirled while dancing.

"I am stunned," I said, "what happened to Sylvia?" I held up her shawl and dropped it around her shoulders.

We took a taxi over to Alfredo's Supper Club. I gave my name to the Maitre d' and he took us directly to our table by a window. We ordered cocktails and settled in to enjoy the evening. I ordered champagne with dinner. It seemed every course included alcohol. The game hen had a wine sauce. The fresh fruit dessert was in white wine. We finished with a liqueur and then I asked Sylvia to dance. I also had to ask her if I could touch her while dancing. Of course she agreed.

We danced for an hour and then went back to the table. We ordered another cocktail to ease our thirst. Sylvia had a glass of water with hers so she wouldn't drink it too fast.

"So, Sylvia, how has your day been?"

"Fantastic! Everything has been great!"

"Ahh... wonderful. How about a little dare?"

"What kind of a dare?" she asked suspiciously.

"I dare you to go to the ladies room, take off your panties and bring them to me, here at the table."

She blushed bright red. "I couldn't..."

I raised one eyebrow, "Aren't you as brave as your bear? Speaking of which... I can't see him!" I smiled at her.

"I do have to use the ladies room," she said, standing and preparing to walk across the room.

"Look around," I whispered.

I could see her head turning as she walked away.

A few minutes later she returned. Little things can make such a difference. There was a subtle sway to hips now and her dress was open down the front. I could see the green bear swaying across the white skin of her chest with each step she took. Her gaze roamed the room and fixed for a moment on a man sitting with a lady. He obviously stopped what he was saying when she smiled at him. The lady with him spoke sharply and looked daggers at Sylvia.

Sylvia sat decorously across from me. She was breathing fast and her eyes were alive with excitement. "That was exciting! Did you see that man I smiled at?"

"Yes, I saw, did you see how his lady friend reacted?"

"No, what did she do?"

"If looks could kill?"

At that moment a young, suave looking man oozed up to the table. "Would the lady like to dance?"

"No, she would not," I said belligerently. He shrugged and walked away.

Sylvia gave me a strange look and took a sip of her drink.

I took a sip of my drink. "Now perhaps the lady would like to dance?" I said, rising to my feet. She took my hand and followed me to the dance floor. When I took her in my arms, ready to waltz, she slid her hand in the pocket of my jacket. She flushed when I looked at her but we continued to catch up with the music.

When we sat down again, after several more dances, I felt her panties in my pocket.

It was midnight when I suggested we return to the hotel. "You have another appointment tomorrow morning so you will need your sleep." 

We taxied back and went up to our room. I went in and took off my jacket. I hung it on a chair and turned to talk to Sylvia. She was standing directly in front of me when I turned. She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into a major mouth watering, toe tingling kiss.

Finally she broke the kiss and said, "Thank you for today. It was very special." Then she turned and disappeared into her room.

I was left with the memory of a wonderful kiss and a raging hard on. I dreamed of stakes and vampires.



Ignorance is Bliss Ch. 04



Chapter IV - Sylvia's Saturday

"Breakfast is here," I said to Sylvia's closed door. It was just after 8:30 am.

"Just a minute!" she replied. A couple of minutes went by. I heard the toilet flush. In a moment, Sylvia invited me in.

I took in the tray that was hers and set it up over her lap. "Bacon and eggs today, with coffee and grapefruit juice." I could see the pink lacy straps of a negligee over the top of the sheet she had pulled up to her chin.

"Umm. Looks good."

"Mind if I join you?" I indicated a chair at the end of the bed.

"By all means."

We ate in companionable silence for a few minutes. The sheet dropped lower down her front as she leaned over her food. Before long, she tucked it under the edge of her tray and I could see her breasts covered only by pink lace and ruffles. I think I could make out the darker shadow of her nipples.

"What am I doing today?" Sylvia asked.

"Well... at ten this morning you are being tutored. This afternoon we are going for a walk in the park."

"Sounds interesting. What kind of tutorial?"

I could feel my face getting red, "Oh, you'll see. Don't worry, I think you will enjoy it."

"Shouldn't I be getting up and getting dressed?"

"Actually, I think you'll do just fine the way you are and where you are." I got up and left the room with my tray. I came back in a minute to get hers. She gave me a questioning look. I know I turned bright red, but I left without speaking and put the trays outside the door to be taken away. I was just debating if I should to go back to Sylvia when there was a knock on the door. I answered it.

"Hi, I'm Jade, remember me?"

In front of me was slight blonde in a short dress carrying a large purse. "Yes, welcome. Come in." I reached down beside the desk and retrieved a large plastic bag full of a number of items. "Ok, here are all the toys. I want you to show Sylvia how they work. You can demonstrate on her if she will let you or on yourself. You will get a bonus if you can make her cum."

Jade smiled. "Ok, I get it. Is she into girl girl stuff?"

"I doubt it very much. You will probably be better off acting like her sister or something."

"A hundred an hour? Plus a bonus? This could be fun. Where is she?"

"In here," I said, walking into the bedroom with the bag of sex toys. "Sylvia, Jade is going to teach you how to use all of these toys. Remember what to say if you don't want to continue at any time. I will be In the next room." I dumped the contents of the bag on the bed and left with the image of Sylvia's surprised face burned in my memory. I carefully closed the door as I left.

I sat in the plush chair and picked up my book. After ten minutes, I noticed I was holding it upside down. All was quiet in the bedroom. I started reading. I know I read the first chapter, but don't ask me what happened. I think it was a murder mystery.

Half an hour in to the session, I heard giggles and a quiet laugh or two. Then all was silent again. I put the book down and turned on the TV. There was a game on. I think it was hockey. There were moans coming from the bedroom. I focused on the big orange ball bouncing on the TV - maybe it wasn't hockey...

Around 11:30 I heard a scream. I jumped to my feet. It was quickly followed by "Don't stop, Oh God, Don't stop, Oh, Shiiittt..." I sat down again and stared hard at the game just as someone threw a pass... to the end zone.

At 12:00 exactly, Jade came out of the bedroom with a big smile on her face. "I should be paying you for that," she said.

"Did she cum?"

"Are you deaf? What do you think all that noise was? She came about five times. I only came four. Any time you want to do that again, let me know!"

I paid Jade and gave her a healthy tip. Then I showed her out of the room. I quickly returned to the bedroom door and knocked.

The knock was answered by a quiet voice, "Yes?"

"May I come in?"

"Ok."

I opened the door and peered around it to the bed. Sylvia lay in the centre, her head on a pillow, only a single sheet covering what must have been her nude body. Her negligee was tossed on the floor and the toys were spread all over - on the night table, the bed, the chair, and the floor.

"Are you all right?"

"Oh, god, am I all right!? I am so all right! Wow, I have never felt like that before. Wow, that was awesome!" Sylvia closed her eyes and stretched her arms over her head. "I feel great!" The sheet slipped down and one pink nipple appeared over the top of it. She brought her arms down and pulled the sheet up again.

"Good. Ready for some lunch and a visit to the park?"

"Umm. I suppose."

"Great. Oh, by the way, wear this little fellow to lunch." I held out a vibrating egg in my hand. "In your pussy..." I tossed it on the bed and quickly left her to get dressed.

Sylvia cleaned up and got dressed. She wore the usual button-up blouse over a knee length skirt. At 12:30, we entered a small cafe outside the park. Sylvia was holding my arm tight against her breast. We took a booth near the back. I sat facing a mirror and Sylvia was facing the rest of the room.

I flipped the switch on the remote vibrator that I had asked Sylvia to place in her pussy. She jumped and put her hands in her lap. She opened her mouth to speak...

"Sh," I whispered, "it is only a vibrator. I have the control..." I turned it off and on again to demonstrate. Her eyes got big. I turned it off.

I saw the waitress coming, so I turned it on again. Sylvia gave me a pleading look and clutched the table with both hands.

"Can I get you something to drink?" asked the waitress, putting menus in front of us.

"Yes," I said, "I'll have a coke and my wife will have a glass of water."

"Right." The waitress left and I turned off the vibrator."

"That was mean," hissed Sylvia, still holding on to the table.

I smiled at her. I waited until I could see the waitress returning. On. A gasp from across the table.

"Here you go, a coke for you and water for your wife." The waitress glanced at my wife and paused. "Are you all right?" she asked.

Sylvia nodded. Her hands were clutching the table again.

"Ok, if you need anything, just call, I am Maria."

"It is Ok, she gets these attacks every once and awhile. Nothing to concern yourself with. We will need another minute to check the menu."

"Ok." The waitress turned and moved off to another table. Off.


"I could kill you," hissed Sylvia.

I smiled. "You know how to make it stop." I picked up the menu, "What do you want?"

"Grr. I'll try the chicken wrap."

"Ok, I think I will have a Rueben."

On. Maria returned, "What will you have?"

"I'll have a Rueben, please and you dear?" I indicated Sylva, who was sitting with her teeth clenched and her hands clutching the table again.

"The chicken," she paused, "wrap."

"Thank you, I will be back in a minute with those." The waitress gave me a funny look. I shrugged. She went to the kitchen. Off.

Sylvia panted a little. "I was about to cum, you bastard."

I smiled a her again. "Oh, good. What a fun thing to do. And in the middle of a restaurant too. With all these people watching!"

We sat in silence, me smiling at her, she glaring at me.

On. Our food came. Maria set it down in front of us and fussed over getting condiments.

"Mustard? Ketchup? Any thing else?" Sylvia shook her head. Her eyes were shut tight.

"Well, maybe a little mustard, do you have some hot stuff?" I asked.

"I'll check." Maria walked away. Off.

I began to eat. Sylvia sat with her eyes closed and breathed deeply.

On. Maria came back with a small bottle of hot mustard.

"Here you are," she said, "are you sure your wife is Ok?"

"She's fine. She is just saying her prayers." Sylvia had her head down on her hands that were still clenched to the table.

"Oh. Ok." Maria walked off to another table. Off.

"Oh, god," murmured Sylvia, "I can't take much more of this."

"Eat up dear, It will make you feel better." If looks could kill...

Sylvia managed a couple of bites of her wrap when Maria came back. On.

"Everything Ok?"

"Yup, Just fine thanks. Oh, could I have a small dish of ice cream? I don't think my wife will have any, but I would like a little dessert."

"Certainly." Maria went to get the ice cream. Off.

Sylvia didn't speak. She just slowly picked up her wrap and took a small bite. She saw Maria coming before I did and her hands grabbed the table top. On.

Maria put the ice cream down in front of me. Sylvia began to shudder and shake all over. Her head came back and she groaned. Maria watched her, her eyes getting bigger. Off. Sylvia slumped like a broken doll back into her seat.

Maria put her hand to her mouth. "Did she just..." she whispered.

I smiled at her. "Yes," I showed her the remote in the palm of my hand. I quickly flicked it on and then off. Sylvia jerked and relaxed again.

Maria quickly scanned the rest of the cafe. No one seemed to have noticed. "Wow, but no more, you could get in trouble."

"Ok," I said, "no more." Maria went back to work.

I looked over at Sylvia, "Would you like to clean up?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes."

"Good, go to the washroom and bring back the egg and your panties. I think we will leave the vibrator as a tip. Your panties must be soaked so you won't want to wear them will you?"

I paid the bill and we left the remote and the egg on the table. Sylvia's panties were in my pocket. We headed outside.

"Well, that was fun," Sylvia said. "Now what?"

"You're not angry with me?"

"After cumming like that? How can I be angry. The look on Maria's face when she figured it out was priceless." She giggled.

"Good. Let's go for a walk." 

I lead her through the park. I knew there was an observation tower near the centre, on a rock outcropping. The steps were steel grates welded to the steel supports. They went up in a back and forth zig-zag with a grated platforms at the end of each rise.  

"Come on," I said, "race you to the top!"

Sylvia laughed and darted up the steps ahead of me. I kept watching her as she raced up. I climbed slowly enjoying the view.

"Beat you," she laughed.

"Yup! But what a view!"

"But you were looking up..." she blushed, "why you dirty old man!" Her legs came together and she clutched the edges of her skirt.

"Yup!" I agreed, smiling at her. "But look at the view!" I waved my arm around at the whole city spread out below us.

We stood looking out over the city until I saw a young couple coming to the bottom of the tower. "Race you down!" I said.

Sylvia darted over to the steps and began racing down. The young couple looked up to see who was coming. Sylvia realized what they were seeing and stopped dead. She looked up at me, gave a silly grin and then continued racing down.

When I got to the ground, I found Sylvia laughing at herself. "You tricked me again."

"Yup!" She took my hand in hers and we walked down the path to find a taxi.

We got to the hotel around four. I suggested to Sylvia she might want to relax for a while as we were expected at dinner at 6:00 and at the theatre at 8:00. I lay down on the sofa for a short snooze. 

I woke up at 5:15. I checked Sylvia's room, she wasn't there. There was a note in the middle of the bed, "Meet me in the hotel bar. Syl." I shaved and dressed as fast as I could.

I entered the bar at 5:45. I glanced around to find Sylvia. She was sitting in a lounge chair surrounded by three men and another woman. I went over to see what was going on.

"Hi," Sylvia said when she saw me. She stood, adjusted her white lacy shawl and held out her hands to me. I was presented with an awesome sight. The sleek dark blue dress she had on was high at the neck and hugged her curves in all the right places all the way to the floor. It was slit up one side to mid thigh. She twirled and showed the open back, crossed by two thin straps just below her shoulder blades. The dress was cut down to the small of her back. There could not be a bra, nor were there any panty lines.

I stepped over to her and she reached up and kissed me full on the lips. "Sorry folks, got to run." She slipped her hand around my arm and squeezed it affectionately as we left.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"I wasn't tired so I went down to have my hair done in the salon over there," she explained. "There was still a little time to kill so I went to the bar for a drink. One of those men - the blond - tried to pick me up." She shrugged. "We started talking and the others were with him and joined us."

"Humph," was my eloquent reply, "... creating a monster..."

She giggled, "The only monster is that little green devil sitting on your shoulder." She gave my arm an extra little squeeze against her breast."

"Yes, well it is just that you look so... ravishing in your evening gown, you had me a little worried."

She turned on that million dollar smile again as we got in to the taxi and made our way to dinner.

Dinner was excellent, a little wine and lots of good French food. Then we walked around the corner to join the throng entering the theatre. Sylvia had not realized it was a live performance of The Phantom of the Opera. Sylvia was entranced by the play and the fabulous sets.

We got out of the theatre at 11:30 and went to the posh Slightman's Ballroom. We got a table and danced a couple of dances. Then came a slow waltz. Sylvia looked up part way through and stood still. I could see multiple expressions crossing her face.

I looked down at her. "What?" I whispered. I don't know if she heard me.

"Stop. Now," her face cleared. "Back to the hotel."

I was crushed. 

We went straight to out table, rescued our coats, and got a taxi. We rode in silence all the way back to our room. I had no idea what had gone wrong.

I let her into the suite. I closed the door and turned to find her right behind me.

Very softly she said, "You have my permission to touch me where ever you want to, in fact, if you don't touch me I will scream. Now kiss me."

I kissed her.

I put my arms around her and I kissed her. I pulled her close to me so our bodies were touching from knee to lips. And she kissed me. My tongue gradually snuck out and touched her lips. And I kissed her. I pushed her lips apart and moved my tongue into her mouth. And we kissed, tongue sliding over tongue, hands roaming down her back, pulling her into me. We continued to kiss. I slipped her shawl off her shoulders and tossed it on a chair.

As we kissed, she slipped her hands up my chest, under my jacket. She lifted it at the shoulders, I shrugged and it fell to the floor. We continued to kiss as she worked on my tie; as I slipped the hooks holding the ties of her dress across her back; as she worked on undoing the buttons of my shirt; as I moved my hands up her back, over her neck and into her hair. I pulled her head away from mine and took a deep breath.

I whispered to her, "Put your hands at your sides, let me watch," as I lifted the shoulder of her dress off her arms and slid them down. I watched as the beautiful white skin of her chest slowly came into view. I was aware of her watching my face as I lowered her dress. Slowly the neckline of her dress passed the creamy tops of her breasts, further and it dropped past her erect nipples. I drew a breath. 

"Wow, they are perfect," I whispered, "Just the right size for a handful, perky and pink..."

I could see her flush of embarrassment and her hands started to rise but were still caught in the arm holes of her dress. Her hands dropped back to her sides. I continued to let her dress drop and I slowly knelt with it. The neckline passed her belly button, passed the gentle pouch of her stomach and on to the neat heart shape of hair above her slit.

By now my face was level with her pussy. I caught the delightful musky smell of her fragrance. I inhaled deeply. Her hands came free as the neckline passed the tops of her thighs and moved to her knees. Her hands twitched as if to cover herself. I looked up at her and smiled. Her face was red, but she dropped her hands back to her sides.

When I got to the floor, I lifted one foot and slipped off her shoe, then I did the same for the other foot. I stood and took her hand to mover her out of the puddle of cloth on the floor. I bent down, lifted the dress and threw it over a chair.

In a voice husky with desire, I said, "Now you get to unwrap your present." I stood quietly with my hands at my sides.

Sylvia came to me and finished unbuttoning my shirt. Then she reached down and undid my belt. Next she ran her hand over the zipper to my pants and watched my face. I closed my eyes and groaned at the feel of her soft fingers caressing the piece of steel that had been my constant companion for three days.

She slipped the catch on the waist of my pants and slid down the zipper. Then she went all around me and pulled my shirttails out. She reached for the shoulders to take it off.

"Cuffs," I growled through clenched teeth.

Sylvia giggled and stopped to free my wrists. Moving behind me, she slid the shirt down and off. She shook it out and threw it over another chair. Then she bent and removed my shoes and socks, one at a time. Finally she reached up and drew the waist of my pants over my buttocks, revealing my Daffy Duck boxers. She giggled as she saw the pattern. When she had slipped the legs past my feet, she shook them out and threw them on top of my shirt.

"Don't move", she whispered in my ear, then she slipped around to my front, reached her mouth up and kissed me again. She kissed me and pushed her breasts into my chest. Her arms locked around my neck. I groaned but kept as still as possible.

Her nipples felt like fiery pokers sliding down my chest as she sank down. Her arms moved around my chest and her mouth kissed my chin, my neck, my chest, my belly button and down. Her hands caught in the waist band of my boxers and slid them down with her. She had to pry my cock loose, but when she did, she kissed it as she continued to the floor. She had me step out of them and she threw them somewhere. I was too busy watching her crouched at my feet; her unblemished back and bottom were the objects of my gaze.

She stood then, sliding her hands all the way up my legs, across my stomach to my chest and she moved in for another kiss. And we kissed, hands roaming where ever they could reach. Finally, I pushed her away to arms length.

"Let me look." The molten hunger in my voice caused her to flush again. "You are so beautiful, I can't believe you were hiding this behind long hair and baggy clothes. You should be proud of the way you look. Why were you hiding?"

"You..." she hesitated, "you are the first man I have ever trusted to protect me..."

I drew her back into a tight embrace and kissed her again.

My tumescence pressed hard against her pelvis as I slowly walked her backwards to the bed in her room. She hung on my shoulders, kissing me all the way. When we reached the edge of her bed, I whispered huskily, "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" she hissed into my mouth.

I laid her back on the bed, gently lowering her torso until it was resting on the soft sheets. I moved her over to the centre and crawled in beside her. I lay on my side and began kissing her breasts. She moaned deeply.

I throttled back my own desire, "Tell me when you like what I am doing." I kissed her breast.

"Yes!"

"And this?" I nipped her nipple with my teeth.

"Oh, yes!"

"And this?" I drew my tongue down to her belly button and licked it deeply.

"Umm."

I kissed the side of her stomach, the side of her chest, her armpit and then down her arm. I played with the fingers of her hand with my mouth. She gave a little moan when I slid her middle finger in and out.

I kissed back up her arm to her neck. I nuzzled in behind her ear and blew into it. She moaned again. I kissed her eyes, her nose, her forehead and her other ear. Then I moved over to her other side and began kissing again, her neck, her shoulder, her arm, her fingers, back up the inside of her arm to her armpit, down her side and back to her belly button. I took mental notes of where each moan had come from.




Ignorance is Bliss Ch. 04



"Now tell me three places you would like me to kiss again, besides your breasts."

"Only three. Umm, my ears, my fingers, and my," she blushed a little, "armpits."

"Good." I kissed all three places on both sides, she purred happily as I did. Then I went back to her belly button.

"Again, tell me what you like."

I began to kiss again, I moved down her left hip. I could feel her tense up as I passed her mons, but I didn't touch it. I didn't need too. It was dripping with her juices and the smell was intoxicating.

She relaxed again as I went down her left leg, kissing her knee, her shin, her foot. I spent a little time on her foot, kissing and sucking on each toe, moving around to the sole, softly kneading with my thumbs.

"Roll over."

Sylvia rolled on to her front and I began kissing up the back of her leg, her calf, the soft flesh behind her knee and up her thigh. I kissed across her buttocks, which flinched with the touch, and then down her right leg. I rolled her over again. I spent time with her foot and then worked back up to her belly button.

"Ok, best three places..."

"My foot... sucking my toes... behind my knee..."

As she talked I kissed the areas. When I was done, I went back to her belly button.

"Now you are ready," I said, "would you like to cum?"

"Oh, yes, please!"

I grabbed one breast with my hand, the other with my mouth and used the remaining hand to gently slap her mons. Then I drew my middle finger along her slit until I hit her clit.

She came.

She came off the bed, her back arched, her toes digging into the sheets. She moaned and screamed and flopped like a landed fish. I watched until she lay still. The occasional after shock causing a shudder through the entire length of her body.

"And we have only just begun," I smiled at her. She groaned in response.

I began to kiss her again, a little faster this time, starting from her belly button, up around her head and back down to her belly button. Then I kissed down one leg to her foot. I kissed it and sucked on the toes. I rolled her over. Back up and over to the other side, down to her other foot. Rolled her over, back up to her belly button. This time I slid in between her legs, forcing her to spread wide.

I kissed down her belly to her little heart of pubic hair.

"Oh, don't, it's... dirty."

"No problem, I will clean it as I go."

"But... Ray never..."

"Sh, he doesn't know what he's missing. Lie still." 

I could feel the tension in Sylvia's thighs. She was trying hard to close them tight. I began to kiss again and lick gently with my tongue. First the outer lips, up one side, down the other, back up and down again. Then I kissed all around the heart of her pubic hair. Next I slid my tongue in to separate the inner lips from the outer. Around the outer edges I went, once, twice, three times. The tension was rapidly leaving Sylvia's thighs. She moaned. I licked the bottom of her slit from bottom to top. She gasped. I stuck my tongue in her cunt as far as it would go. She moaned. I began to slide my tongue up and down her slit, from the depths of her juicy vaginal opening to just below her clit, back and forth, in and out. Sylvia panted.

I could feel Sylvia's orgasmic tension building so I pulled my face away from her cunt. Her reaction was instantaneous, she reached with both hands and grabbed my head to drag it back to her pussy. She didn't need to. I was already diving into her clit, my tongue rapidly flicking the little button that I had been carefully avoiding.

"Oh, fuuuck!" she howled as she came harder than last time. I didn't slow down. I kept on flicking my tongue on her clit. She screamed as a second orgasm crushed her with it's intensity. I still didn't slow down. She screamed, a long wordless high pitched sound that echoed around the room. I slowed then.

I waited until she took three breaths between the ripples of her stomach muscles, then I started again, licking her slit but not touching her clit. In a few minutes her breathing was beginning to get faster again. I inserted a finger into her vagina and began pumping. I inserted another finger, and another. She was babbling incoherently.

"Oh god stop no don't stop no I can't take anymore stop no don't stop oh god oh god..."

I slipped one finger out of her sopping wet cunt and in one smooth motion my tongue hit her clit, two fingers slammed up her cunt, and one finger entered her asshole.

Suddenly there was silence.

It took me a minute to pry Sylvia's thighs off my ears. She was still thrashing on the bed. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open and a string of spittle was sliding down her cheek. Her nipples were standing up and inch or more looking like miniature volcanoes. The muscles of her stomach were trembling with strain. Her pubic heart was matted with orgasmic juices. Her hands were pressed between her thighs as she rolled into a foetal position and softly moaned.

I went to the bathroom to wash up. Then I drew two glasses of white wine from the bar.

When I returned, Sylvia was still in the foetal position and still moaning softly. I moved on to the bed behind her and hugged her to me. We lay like that for some time before she mumbled softly, "I didn't know... I didn't know it could be like that."

"It can be better, far better. Imagine being in love with your partner. Imagine wanting a child with your partner."

"Ummm. Yes."

"Here. Have some wine. It will give you some energy." She had to sit up to sip her drink. It took her a minute to get the strength together to raise herself.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping the cold wine. Then I began, "I hope you have learned something from this. You can see how to find your partner's sexual trigger points and how to use them to give pleasure. Everyone is a little different. For example, you have sensitive feet. Some woman don't. Men are the same way. They have sensitive spots that may not be as easy to locate as breasts or a pussy, but they can be found and used to heighten pleasure. Now, what I want to do is give you a test. I want you to find all my pleasure centres. Think you can?"

"I... I think so... let's see," she said, making me lie on my back on the bed, "I think you started here..." She kissed my on the mouth. "Then here..." She moved down to my neck. I left my hands off to the side and she moved over my body kissing and licking. Half an hour later, she was playing with my toes when I heard her giggle.

"What?" My voice sounded strained, even to me.

"Look, I can make your thing twitch just by sucking on your toes."

"My what?"

"Your... penis."

"What? My dick? My cock? My fuckstick? My dong? Call it what you like, call it Bill if you want but please, not penis."

She giggled again and trailed her tongue up my calf to my knee. Bill jumped.

Eventually she arrived back at my mouth. We kissed for a minute then I asked, "So, what are the three spots you have found?"

She sat back to consider. "Well, your nipples are a bit sensitive, but not what I would choose. Your feet, your mouth and your stomach are the key areas. Everything I do seems to set Bill to twitching but those are the best."

While she was talking, she reached out a finger, took a little of the pre-cum that was running down my flag pole and licked it off.

I smiled at her, "Ready to continue?"

"What? Oh, yeah, I guess." She leaned across me and tentatively stuck out her tongue. I flexed my hips and hit her in the mouth with the head of my prick. She jumped back.

"It's Ok. You can use your hands if you want to. You can lick it like an ice cream cone or suck it like a giant straw. Stroke it gently and you will get your reward. Make yourself comfortable."

Sylvia snuggled in between my thighs. She looked at the tip of my prick and then took it in her hand. She looked startled when it jumped from the contact. She touched the tip with her other hand and it jumped again. Slowly she stroked it up and down, watching the pre-cum ooze from the slit at the tip. She stuck out her tongue and tentatively tasted the tip, then she kissed it and wiggled the tip around on her lips.

I was breathing hard, trying not to cum yet.

Sylvia took the head in her mouth and sucked gently. I gasped. 

"Careful or you will get a mouthful," I cautioned her.

She gave me a funny look and slipped her mouth over my prick again. This time she pushed down as far as she was able and began to nod up and down.

"Oh, Christ, I am going to cum!"

And I did. In her mouth and on her face as she withdrew, then on my stomach, in her hand and on the sheet. She sat up in awe as my semen blasted like a volcano, dripping down over her hand and my balls. Three days of pent up cum flowed forth.

When the flow abated, she moved her hand up and down my still hard cock, spreading the gooey residue around. Sylvia had a drip coming down her cheek so she licked a finger clean and brush it against her cheek. She took the results and sucked her finger into her mouth. 

"No bad, sort of salty." She dipped the finger in a puddle of cum on my belly and scooped it into her mouth. "I could learn to like it."

"You should try it with a little wine..."

She reached over to our glasses and poured a little wine on my stomach, then she bent over and licked at the mixture of cum and wine. "Hmm, I think it needs something a little stronger..."

I laughed. "So the lesson here is that this is a good way to slow your partner down. Once he has cum, he will need time to recuperate before he will cum again. So... what do you say to a shower and a clean sheet?"

We cleaned up a little and took the top sheet off the bed and put it on the bottom. That got rid of the wet spots. I rinsed the glasses and put them away. Sylvia went in to start the shower. When I opened the shower door to join her, she seemed surprised. She almost reached down to cover her privates before she realized how ridiculous that was. I climbed in with her and began to soap her back.

We soaped each other carefully, making sure all the various love juices were washed away. Then I turned her to me and kissed her. I played with all those special places I had found before. Sylvia was moaning constantly before long. I slipped a finger in her pussy and tweaked her clit until she was on the edge of another orgasm. Then I put two fingers in her pussy and stroked her g-spot as fast as my finger would move. Sheets of female cum squirted through my fingers as she collapsed in a pile on the floor of the tub.

I gave her a minute to gather her strength, then I helped her up and washed her once again. I helped her out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her. I quickly dried myself before drying Sylvia too. Then I led her back to bed.

"Ready for some sleep yet?" I asked, lying beside her

She looked at me, "No, not until you cum inside me." She blushed.

I smiled. My prick smiled as it rose to the occasion. "Are you sure?" I teased.

"Absolutely!"

I reached over to play with her breasts. "There is no going back..."

"Shut up and fuck me... please."

I slipped one hand down to see if she was ready. Juices were oozing down her slit.

I rose up over her, "Your wish..."

I drove in deep. She groaned. I pushed in and pulled out, over and over. She grunted, "Yes... yes... yes.." on each stroke. I drove faster and faster building to that final climax. I gritted my teeth and pumped faster. Suddenly I could feel her body bucking under mine and her words became a hissing scream. I shot my second load deep in her cunt. It poured from me to her; uncontrolled hot purging liquid rain that scalded us both to the bone.

I collapsed on to her limp form. My last act for the night was to roll us on our sides, clenched tightly in an exhausted embrace.



Ignorance is Bliss Ch. 05



Part V - Sylvia's Sunday

When I opened my eyes Sunday morning, Sylvia's face was inches from mine. We were still embracing. I gently disentangled myself and slipped out of bed without waking her. It was 7:30 and the sun was shining brightly.

I went to the bathroom and did my morning routine including a shower and a shave. Then I peeked in at Sylvia. Still asleep. I phoned room service and ordered a breakfast sent up, then I found a robe and put it on.

My clothes were all in the main room. I cleaned up and packed while waiting for breakfast. We had to be home by 6:00.

A quiet rap at the door told me breakfast had arrived. The busboy brought it in. I made up a tray for Sylvia and took it to her.

I whispered in her ear, "Sylvia, time to get up. Breakfast is here."

No response. I switched the tray to one hand and touched her shoulder. She rolled away but kept sleeping.

I put the tray on the bedside table and leaned over her. I turned her head toward me and kissed her full on the mouth. I pried her lips apart with my tongue and began to move it around. She moaned. I slipped one hand under the blanket and began to play with her breasts. She moaned louder, but still would not open her eyes. I pulled the sheet off her naked body, put my hand on her pussy and inserted two fingers into her cunt. That got a reaction.

Her arms came up and hugged me to her. She began to participate in the kiss by tangling her tongue with mine and her hips jerked in time to my thrusts. I slipped one finger out of her pussy and rammed it deep into her ass. That caused her eyes to open, and she screamed into my mouth as her body arched off the bed.

"What..." she muttered, "where am I... who... Oh..."

"Breakfast time," I stated helpfully.

"Oh, yeah, right, just a minute," she said, getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom. 

About halfway there she realized she was naked and she blushed as her hands waved ineffectually at covering herself just before she disappeared.

I heard the shower start so I went and ate my breakfast while it was warm. She came out as I was lingering over my coffee. Room Service had put a pot on the tray so I took it into her bedroom and offered her some. She was sitting in bed with the sheet wrapped around her, putting the tray over her lap

"Coffee?" I asked.

"Yes, please," she replied. I poured her cup full.

"Pleasant sleep?" I grinned as I sat in a chair.

She blushed again. "Umm, yes. Interesting dreams." She paused. "Did we really do... all that?"

"All what?" I asked mischievously.

"You know, all.. that."

"It's Ok, you can say it. All what?"

"You know, did we really... fuck?" She blushed again.

"Yes, and it it was great for me. I hope it wasn't too bad for you..." I smiled.

"No... I never knew it would be that... good."

We stopped for a moment while I sipped my coffee and she nibbled on her toast.

"We have to be back by 6:00 today," I began, "and there are a couple of things I would like to show you before we leave. We don't have to check out until 1:00 so we have a little time."

"Like what? I thought you showed me everything last night." Sylvia picked at her bacon and swallowed some coffee.

I laughed. "We hardly even started! Seriously though, there are three techniques I would like to show you for slowing down an overheated male."

"Ok, what are they?" She looked at me over the coffee cup she held to her mouth in both hands.

"The first is an agreement to a schedule. This sounds forced, but it can be a fun game to play too. Set times when things can happen. For instance, kissing only for 5 minutes, no touching under clothes for 5 minutes, no touching blow the waist for 5 minutes, you get the idea? A five minute egg timer works really well. You could even make up a deck of cards and draw to see what the next allowed action is."

"Hmm. I can see how that could help." She sipped more coffee.

"The second is to tie a person down. Once they can't move you can set your own pace. You can also try things that they would normally want you to do."

"Bondage?" She put her empty cup on the tray.

"Light bondage. No need for pain if you don't want to."

"And the third one?" Sylvia put the tray on her night table.

"Ahh, yes, the third one. It does result in a little pain. Basically you squeeze the man's dick just below the head until his interest flags. You need to be careful or you can really cause pain and suffering which won't be any fun for either party, but it can be used to slow even the most ardent of lovers."

Sylvia looked thoughtful for a moment, "Can you leave me alone for a while?" she asked.

"Sure." I walked into the other room, closing the door, and finished packing.

She called me a few minutes later. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed. She had put on a slinky black negligee with matching panties. In her hand was a pad of hotel stationary.

"I have a list here of some activities and times that might be fun," she said, "but what's to stop you from ignoring the rules? We need a punishment, so I have thought of one. Three strikes and you're tied up. What do you think?"

I glanced at her list. Kissing, face only, 5 min.; touching with fingers head and neck only, 5 min.; etc.

"Looks good. When do we start?"

"We need an alarm."

"I will set my watch." I proceeded to make a great show of setting the alarm on my watch.

"Ok, now sit here and we can start."

I sat beside her. She closed her eyes and reached out with her lips expecting me to kiss her. And kiss her I did. I also threw my arms around her and pushed her over on the bed. One hand went to a breast to squeeze it firmly, the other went to her panties and began to work its way under the smooth cloth.

She tried to push me away but I was too heavy. She twisted her head sideways and said," Stop! That no in the..." I found her mouth again and forced another kiss on her. I pulled on the sash of my robe and pushed the cloth aside, then I rose over her ready to penetrate her delicate pussy.

I think she finally realized what I was doing. She slid one slim fingered hand down to my dick and squeezed. I groaned and rolled off her. She clambered out of the bed and stood there, shaking.

"What was that about?" she asked, angrily.

I lay there quietly, massaging my injured balls. "Practise. Christ you didn't have to squeeze quite so hard."

She giggled," was that too hard?"

"A bit more than was needed if you expect your partner to perform later that same week, you don't need to squeeze quite that hard."

"I guess I was a little excited," she giggled again, "but you broke the rules."

"Umm, yeah, I guess I did."

"So I get to tie you up."

I groaned, "Yeah, I guess so."

"So how do I do that?"

"Well in that package of goodies yesterday there were some nylon straps. Didn't you try them out?"

"We didn't get that far. Amy did show them to me." Sylvia rustled through the pile on the floor and came up with the nylon ties. She took them from the package and looked at them. "So how do you use them?"

"You tie one end to the bed frame. Usually around the legs, and the other end fits a cuff that is in another package."

Sylvia worked around the bed for a while, tying strips and attaching cuffs. "Give me your arm."

I presented her with one wrist. She tightly clamped it in the cuff and tied it off with the velcro strip. "And your leg?"

Before long I was strapped spread-eagle on the bed.

Before long I knew I had created a monster. 

Sylvia took one long look at my now shrunken prick and proceeded to find out how it could be made to rise. She kissed, licked, caressed and rubber her nipples over every square inch of my body except my cock and balls. The feel of her nipples through the satiny cloth of her negligee was exquisite. It wasn't long before I was as long and as hard as I could get. Then she took my prick in her hands and began stroking it lovingly. I groaned and my hips jerked.

"I am close to cumming," I whispered.

Sylvia reached down and squeezed my dick again, more gently this time, but enough so that my cock lost some of it's steel hard quality.

I groaned again.

"How was that?" Sylvia asked? "Not too hard?"

"Nope," I managed to reply, "but if you keep teasing me, I might have a heart attack."

Sylvia laughed as she climbed between my legs and began to explore around my prick and balls. She took my scrotum in one small hand and rolled the contents around. I groaned and my dick jumped. Then she began to stroke my dick with the other hand, looking for the most sensitive places. She found them.

"Turn around," I whispered, trying to keep my mind off my dick. "Lose the panties. Put your pussy over my mouth." Sylvia slipped her panties off and swung around. She slowly pressed her quim to my face. My tongue was ready and waiting. I licked her slit from asshole to clit. She shivered with delight. I continued licking, not touching her clit, knowing she would orgasm quickly if I did. She tasted my dick, running it in and out of her mouth, pausing to lick it and tickle the tip with her tongue.

We shared each other for what seemed like hours, keeping each other on the knife edge of an avalanche. Finally I licked her clit, then took it in my teeth and nibbled. We tumbled over the edge as she sucked me down to her tonsils. I blasted, she gushed. We tumbled on the raging torrent of mutual climax.

We lay senseless in the aftermath, both panting, both trembling, both gathering our strength for more.

Sylvia reached out to untie me.

"Wait," I stopped her, "there is one more thing for you to try."

"What? More? Already?"

I smiled, "Try rubbing your pussy all over me..."

She did. All over. She started with my face. She dripped in my eyes, She rubbed her clit on my nose, she tangled her pubic hair in my hair. Then shoulders, chest, stomach, skipped my crotch, right leg, knee (she gasped at that), foot and toes. She stayed with my toes for some time as I stroked up and down her slit. Finally she moved up and over to the other leg. Again she stopped at my toes while they dug into her pussy. She was breathing hard again when she came back up to my prick.

I was rising from the dead. I rose faster as she rubbed her slit up and down the length of my dick. She was lost in the sensation of the sliding skin; I lifted my hips, she she slid forward a little to maintain contact. She was so wet, she had lubricated the length of my dick. I dropped my hips and then pushed up again sharply. I slid about half way into her pussy. She gasped her surprise, but quickly moved back to entrench my tool deep into her slippery canal.

She sat on my hips for a minute, relishing the feel of my piston and realizing the control she had. She began to rise and fall so slowly I had to concentrate to feel her move. She looked at me with smouldering eyes and leaned down to kiss me, hard.

Sylvia's movements changed to side to side motions that neatly plucked my thistle. Then she reached up and released one hand to bring it to her breast. I grabbed and squeezed in time with her dancing hips. She lifted herself on her arms and looked down at my dripping cock as it pierced her luscious pussy. She reached a hand down to the junction of our straining sexes and carefully slid a finger up my cock and over her clit. She moaned deep in her throat.

She was moving faster now, her moans were thicker and she was panting like a steam engine. She sat up straight and used her legs to lift herself to the very tip of my cock then fell down until our hips were bruised by the sudden weight. Twice more the weight fell then the dam burst and she fell on top of me twitching, trembling and gulping for air.

I waited until the trembling stopped, then I used my free hand to roll her off. I undid my ties and gathered her into my arms. We lay like that until she sighed and stretched. I caught one of her wrists and tied it. She looked at me in shock but I moved on top of her and tied her other hand. Then I moved down and tied her feet. She lay there, testing her bonds, her delicious pussy on display below the hem of her negligee. 

I dived into her muff, my tongue swabbing her lips. I licked up all the evidence I could find of her recent orgasm salted with my cum from the one before. I cleaned her clit, and her slit all the way to her anus. I could hear some murmuring coming from Sylvia, but I couldn't make out any words. 

I began to piston two fingers in and out of her, then I added a third. I tongued and nibbled at her clit while pushing in and out. Then I put my little finger on her asshole and began to push it in. She tightened her ass cheeks so I slowed my pistoning fingers and stopped tickling her clit. She relaxed her ass cheeks and I pushed my little finger deeper as I started moving my tongue and fingers again. She tightened again so I stopped and waited. Soon she relaxed. I started again. She tightened, I stopped, she relaxed, I started. 

It went like that for some time until she relaxed and hissed, "Finish it... please... finish it..."

I sped up the movement of my hand. My little finger was smoothly moving in and out of her virgin asshole along with the three fingers in her pussy. I nibbled on her clit and she exploded, her cum gushing over my hand; her stomach trying to reach the sky.

I waited a few seconds and then began again. She was moaning incoherently but her hips were twitching spasmodically. I sped up my fingering. She moaned louder, suddenly she came again. I kept going. She screamed and arched like she had been hit by lightening. I continued, having to follow her hips off the bed. She screamed again in anguish and collapsed on the bed. Reluctantly I removed my fingers and allowed her to come down. Five minutes later she was still giving the occasional twitch of her belly.

I untied her and left her there after covering her with a sheet. I retrieved the spare duffle bag I had brought and began to pack Sylvia's clothes.

It was nearly 11:00 before Sylvia came to life. We had been at it for three hours. I had packed most of her clothes and we were nearly ready to go.

"Did you get the number of that truck..." Sylvia muttered.

"No trucks in here, just us. We need to think about going soon. We should get a shower and get dressed."

"What? Back to reality?"

"Sorry, but yes." I took her hand and helped her off the bed and into the shower. I got in behind her and we showered together, washing and kissing, cleaning and caressing. I played with her breasts, she fondled my cock and balls. I dried her, she towelled me. She asked for a little privacy to get dressed. I went back to the main room and put on my clothes.

We packed the last essentials and then headed out for brunch. We were both very quiet. There really wasn't any need to say anything.

* * * * *

We were leaving the city limits when she turned to me. "Thank you for everything... I didn't know sex could be so... explosive." She put her hand on my thigh and squeezed it.

"You can believe me when I say it was my pleasure!" I replied, smiling at her.

She squeezed my thigh again, and her hand stayed there.

A hundred miles later her hand was stroking my thigh and my pants were getting awfully tight.

Fifty miles later her hand was stroking my cock through my pants. I reached over and began to stroke her thigh.

Twenty five miles later she unzipped my fly, undid my belt and went digging for my naked member. I slipped my hand up to her crotch and played with her through her lacy panties.

Ten miles later, she pulled my pants down to my knees with a little help from me and then reached under her skirt and removed her panties. They were covered with her juices. 

She stuffed them in my pocket, kissed me quickly and said, "These are a memento for you." Then she dived face first into my crotch.

Cruise control is a wonderful thing. I set it for the speed limit and moved the seat back to give Sylvia a little more room. Then I reached over her sprawled body and put a finger in her cunt.

We were nearing home and I knew the surrounding area well. There was a hill nearby with an old gravel road up to the top. The road was not in good shape, but it was useable. I drove to the top of the hill and parked. I dragged Sylvia by the hand out of the car and around to the front, hampered by my pants halfway down my calves. I pushed her face down over the hood and flipped up her skirt. Then I entered her from behind. She gasped once then pushed back into me.

"Look at the view, what do you see?" I said, pumping slowly in and out.

"Who cares, just fuck me!"

"I care!" I replied, "Look - the whole world is watching!"

She looked then, "I don't see anyone..."

"Look! That farmhouse down there, the farmer is blinded by your beauty, his wife is jealous of your pleasure! See that apartment over there? They are amazed at your smile, your acceptance of this hard prick drilling in and out..." I was speeding up my strokes and she was matching with her backwards movements.

"Yes, she agreed, "I see... I see a young girl wishing her young boyfriend was as good as you... I see a crowd wishing they were not afraid to take off their clothes and run naked down the street saying... Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" She screamed from the top of the mountain as we blasted off together and floated slowly back to earth.



Ignorance is Bliss Ch. 06



Chapter VI - Ray's Thursday

I was standing on the sidewalk at 4:15. Beside me was my small suitcase. The butterflies in my stomach had started in the morning when packing. I had found it hard to concentrate all day. All I could think of was the silly deal I had made with Fred. This long weekend of potential sex was making me as nervous as when I had been dating as a teenager. Here I was waiting for a man twenty years my junior and I was supposed to teach him about the subtleties of sex. What was I doing?

I had worn my second best business suit today. The jacket and pants were soft micro-fibre and my blouse had a little lace at the throat. It wasn't really sexy, but then I was supposed to be slowing him down, not making him frantic. I giggled at the thought of him being frantic.

I checked my watch. 4:20. He was late. How dare he? Here I was, standing on a sidewalk, waiting for a man and he had the audacity to be late. I was too old to be stood up. He had better have a good excuse. The only reason I had suggested this weekend was because of the way he had looked at me when the four of us were around home. He had big dreamy puppy dog eyes that melted any hostility I had around his treatment of Sylvia. But this weekend would change that - if he ever got here.

It was 4:25. Where was he? I could feel myself getting angry. Fred and Sylvia would be off by now. I wonder how they would make out. I know that Fred would treat her with the utmost care. Would she actually let him... 'Don't go there,' I chided myself, 'you knew what you were offering. Whatever will be, will be.'

4:30. I crossed my arms under my breasts and stood fuming. Fifteen minutes late. He'd better have a really good excuse. If he didn't I would flay him alive with my tongue. I might even flay him with his own belt!

Just then, his little blue car zipped up beside me. Ray leaned across the passenger's seat, he rolled down the passenger window and said, "Get in..."

I stood there and looked down at his upturned face. I was really angry at his automatic assumption that he could order me around.

"Come on, get in," he ordered again.

I put my hands on my hips and looked at him. "And who is going to put my suitcase in the trunk?" I asked frostily.

"Oh," he said, "the trunk is open."

"And WHO is going to put my suitcase in the trunk?" I asked dripping icicles all over the side of his car. If this was the kind of thoughtless jackass he was, I should just go home and find my vibrator. It had more politeness than he did.

"Oh." His head disappeared and his car door opened. He came around the car and took my suitcase.

"And WHO is going to open the door for ME?" He should have turned into a block of ice at my tone.

He gave me a stunned look, put the suitcase down and opened the door. He held it as I stiffly got in and seated myself. He closed the door and took my suitcase and put it in the trunk. Then he dashed around and got in to the driver's seat. He started the car and signalled to get out into the lane of traffic.

"I am fine, thank you. And you?"

He glanced at me. "Yeah, fine, thanks." He started off down the street.

That did it. I wasn't going to put up with this kind of uncivil behavior any longer.

"Stop."

"What? We just got started."

"Rule number 1. When one person says stop, that means stop. Instantly."

"Uh, oh... yeah." Reluctantly he pulled over into and empty parking space.

"You ignorant, uncivilized, sad excuse for a human male... you have absolutely no idea how to behave in polite society!" I ranted. "You have done at least four things already that have made me really angry! I am very close to saying stuff it and going home - alone!" I paused, and then continued in a more quiet tone. "Now you have one small chance to redeem yourself. I am going to get out of the car. You are going to drive around the block and pick me up again. You are going to be polite and pleasant. You will start by apologizing for being," I glanced at my watch, "thirty-five minutes late. If you do it right, we can still go to C_, otherwise you can take me straight home."

I didn't wait for a response, I got out of the car and went to the trunk. I flipped it open and dragged my suitcase out. I took my suitcase and stood on the sidewalk waiting. He drove away.

I was furious. If this was the way he treated Sylvia, he need a real kick in the balls. I couldn't believe she had put up with it long enough to get married. I was still steaming five minutes later. Ten minutes later I was ready to call a cab. Then his car pulled in beside me. He got out and came around to where I was standing.

He looked at me with those great big puppy dog eyes. "Hello Roberta. Sorry I am so late. I was in a meeting at work that went over time and then I... needed... time to think...

So, how are you?" He opened the door for me.

My anger melted away like mist in the morning sun. "I am fine, thank you." I got in the car. He closed the door, put my suitcase in the trunk and got in to the driver's seat. 

"Is there anything you need to do before we leave town?" he asked.

"No, but thanks for the offer."

"You're welcome." He started the car and pulled out into traffic. We were finally on our way.

I waited until we were on the main highway before I began to chat. "So, tell me about yourself, Ray."

"What do you want to know?"

"Where did you grow up?"

"Small prairie towns. We moved a lot. Dad was the manager of a series of small banks."

"What did your mother do?"

"She died. When I was five."

"Oh, sorry... any brothers or sisters?"

"Four brothers. I was the second youngest."

"Wow, that must have been hard on your father, bringing up five boys."

"Yeah, most of the time we were left on our own."

Now I understood why he had no manners. He had not spent any time with women and didn't know how to behave. It was a reason but not an excuse. I was going to have to train every little thing with him.

"What are they doing now?"

"Well, Doug, the oldest is in hospital with cancer. One too many fires - he was a fireman in P_. Jamie, he's next, he's married to a little sleeze... uh.. sorry, uh... girl who sleeps with anyone that will stay still long enough. She tried me once. Only once. I told her where to park herself. Let's see, then there is Paul, he went off to University and got a PE degree. He is teaching at some private school for rich bitches... uh... sorry...

"It's Ok, Ray, you don't have to apologize. I have heard it before and there are women who are sleazy bitches. Not many, mind you."

He snorted. "Then there's me and finally Chris. Last I heard of him he was in jail somewhere for fraud. Cashed one too many bogus cheques I guess."

"What about your father?"

"Detox. He's an alcoholic."

"I can see why you don't talk about your family much."

"Yeah."

We lapsed into silence for awhile.

I tried again. "So what is your experience with women?" As soon as the words came out of my mouth I wished I could call them back. I just knew he would take this the wrong way. He did.

"My first time was in university, a bunch of us hired a hooker...

"No, wait, that is not what I meant!" It was not what I meant, but it told me a lot about him. "What I meant was, have you worked or been around many women in your life?"

"Oh, well, no, I guess not, not really. I mean there was a secretary in the office I did my internship at, but I never had time to date. Too busy doing chores and working."

"How did you meet Sylvia?"

"Well, I was out running one day, around campus, and she was in front of me. She tripped and fell. I stopped to help her up and took her to get her scratches cleaned. After that, we just sort of met up to run together." His voice lost its harsh edge. "We started hanging together. I asked her to go to my award dinner with me." He shrugged. "She came and we had a good time. We even danced a couple of times. When I got word I was graduating I was so happy I asked her to marry me. She said yes." He shrugged as if it was of no interest.

"So she is really the first woman you have gone out with."

"Yeah, I guess she is."

Well, that explained everything. He treated Sylvia as if she was a male buddy that he could go drink beer or watch a football game with. He had no idea that women and men have a different way of looking at the world. I bet he even go her a Christmas present for her kitchen so he could have better meals.

"Do you every buy presents for Sylvia?"

"Yup. Got her a Mix Master for Christmas. Got her a big box of chocolates for her birthday."

"Do you think she is fat?'

"Hell no! She is just right for me."

"Do you ever tell her that?"

"What for? She knows it."

"How does she know it if you don't tell her?" I paused. He sat staring at the road. "Do you think she is pretty?"

"Damn right I do."

"Do you ever tell her that?"

"No," he said softly.

"Do you think I am pretty?"

"No," he said hesitantly, "I think you're gorgeous."

"Why thank you! I think you made my day!" I leaned over and kissed him chastely on the cheek. He reached over and put his hand on my thigh. I took his hand and put it back on his thigh. "We need to get one thing straight right now. I get to touch you any time I want. You don't touch me unless I ask you to. Got it?"

He heaved a big sigh. "Yeah, I guess so. I thought this weekend was too good to be true."

"That remains to be seen. But if you continue to treat me like that whore you mentioned earlier, this weekend will end all right." He had the decency to blush.

We drove in silence for a while.

I couldn't believe how ignorant he was. He didn't know the first thing about women. I needed some way to teach him.

I tried again. "What is your idea of the the ideal woman?"

"Sylvia."

"But she is afraid of you. Why?"

"I don't know. I try to be nice to her. It's the sex thing... it... Oh, I just don't know."

"Ray, what is the difference between men and women - I don't mean the obvious physical differences - I mean the emotional, spiritual, internal differences."

"I don't know... I mean I never really thought about it."

I could see he was trying to be honest with me. He was actually trying to express emotions he probably didn't even know he had.

"Men tend to be rational creatures. They think logically, they live in the moment. Women tend to be emotional creatures. They tend to feel rather than think things out. Women tend to think to the future and dream what a wonderful world it will be once certain things have changed - like their men."

After a short pause, I continued. "Men tend to hide their emotions even from themselves, or to express then physically, immediately. Women tend to store emotions and worry at them and express them in what to men seem more hidden ways.

"Men tend to be more competitive, women co-operative in dealing with people. Men prefer to work alone so they can be the hero. Women like to work in groups that support each other emotionally."

"So, Ray, the question is, what can you do to stroke the correct emotions that Sylvia, as a woman, needs to have stroked?"

There was silence for a long time. Finally Ray answered, "Compliment her?"

"Yes, but... what makes a good compliment?"

"I don't understand."

"Well, for example, if I said your face was chiselled like a Greek God, what would you think?"

"Yeah, right."

"But, If I said I thought you were handsome, what would you think now?"

"Do you think I'm handsome?"

"That is beside the point, the point is, one statement is over the top, the other from the heart."

"You do think I'm handsome."

Ok, so I blushed.

"Hmm, I think I see what you mean." He paused. "So if I said I thought you should be a Miss Universe contestant, that wouldn't be a compliment, but if I said that little curl of hair hanging down your cheek is cute, that would be a compliment."

"Yes," I confirmed, feeling a small clutch of muscles in my abdomen.

"So compliments are good things."

"Yes, one got you a kiss on the cheek, didn't it?"

"Hmm. Yes."

We were nearing our destination so we lapsed into silence while Ray navigated us to the hotel in the city centre that I had booked. I had booked two adjoining rooms and said we were on business but that my boss and I needed to be able to confer easily. There had been no problem.

When we arrived, the valet opened the door for me and then went around to get the keys. A bellboy took our luggage and the doorman held the door as we went to the reception desk. We were on our way to the rooms quickly as I held a privilege card with this chain.

As we rose in the elevator, I said to Ray, "You need to find a place for us to eat. It would be nice if it could be a little romantic."

"We will have to hurry if we are to catch McDonalds..." He looked over at me with a grin on his face.

"Ha ha. I need a little time to freshen up. Leave your connecting door open and I will come over when I am ready. What should I wear?"

The doors to the elevator opened and let us out at our floor.

"Hmm. Do you like Sushi? I think I know a little place just around the corner. It is fairly casual so whatever. "

"I like what little I have had."

"Great. You will enjoy this." He opened his door with his card key. I went on to my room.

"See you in twenty minutes," I called out as I entered my room.

Dinner with Ray was an interesting experience. I had thought that he was a complete male chauvinist with no feelings what so ever. What I found over the course of the evening was that he was simply ignorant about what makes a woman tick. We started off down the hall from our rooms at a startling pace. I thought he was angry, but when I asked him why he was running, he looked at me blankly and asked what I meant.

I actually had to demonstrate how fast he had been walking. He had no idea that I was having problems keeping up. When I took his arm, he slowed right down and we talked pleasantly as we ambled (his word) across the street and down to the Sushi place.

Once we were inside, he pulled out a chair at the bar and seated me quite handsomely. Then he sat next to me and explained how the bar worked. Little coloured plates with different types of Sushi on them scrolled by on a moving conveyer belt. We selected the plates we wanted, and they were stacked up as we finished the delicacies they contained. At the end of the meal, a waiter counted the plates and calculated the cost. Each colour was a different price.

Ray was familiar with this Sushi bar as he had attended college in this city. He introduced me to all the different kinds and made me taste some of the types that I really didn't want to. The octopus was rubbery and I made faces as I chewed on it. He laughed at me and proceeded to clean the plate.

I laughed with him as he told silly stories about his college days. All the stories were about he and his buddies and the hi-jinx they got up to. Most of the stories concerned sports events or outdoor trips he had gone on. The only mention of girls was his meeting Sylvia.

We left the Sushi Bar and ambled back to the hotel. I took his arm again. He seemed to appreciate the closeness. I had a thought running around in my head that I needed to clarify with him, so just as we approached the main entrance to the hotel, I stopped him.

"Ray, be honest with me. Were you a virgin when you were married?"

His face went beet red. Even his ears turned pink. He looked away, then down at the sidewalk. "Yeah, I guess so."

"What do you mean, you guess so?"

"Well, Sylvia was the first girl I ever dated... we you know... touched and stuff..."

"You never had intercourse?"

"No," he whispered, still blushing .

"You must have touched her vagina."

"No."

"Wow. But you have seen pictures, right?"

"Yeah, a few..."

I had a sudden thought, "What about the hooker?"

His blush turned scarlet. "I... I... uh..." He turned away. "I came too soon."

"Oh. Too bad."

I started walking again. Ray was still blushing and was not looking at me. We walked in silence right up to our rooms. I stopped him at my door.

"Do you masturbate?"

He went red again. "Umm, well..."

"Ok. Good. You might want to tonight." I put my card in the door and slipped inside while he stood blushing furiously outside my door. I closed and locked it, then I checked the connecting door to make sure it was closed and locked.



Ignorance is Bliss Ch. 07



Chapter VII - Ray's Friday

Friday morning we went shopping. I was going to give him lots of opportunity to practise compliments. We were shopping for clothes. It sounded like a good opportunity to get a new wardrobe and to challenge his masculinity.

The first women's clothing store I stopped at, he wanted to wait outside. Needless to say, I dragged him in. He really wasn't too excited about being there with me. I asked his opinion on everything, cotton blouses on sale, polyester skirts that were knee length and jackets that covered everything. Before long we had a sales girl following us.

"What do you think dear," I said, holding a white and black checked blouse up to my chest, "Does this suit me?"

"Umm, I guess."

I turned to the sales girl, "What so you think?"

"Well, the checks make you look wider..."

"Ray, are you listening?"

"What? Yeah..."

Again, I turned to the sales girl. "What would you think about a guy who says 'Umm, I guess' when you ask him about clothes?"

She answered quite promptly, "I'd think he didn't care about me."

"Did you hear that, Ray?"

"Yeah..."

I put my hands on my hips and looked him in the eye, "So what do you think I should wear?"

Ray got a wicked gleam in his eye and looked around the store. He went over to a rack of sheer nylon blouses and began to go through them. I knew what he was going to do before he found what he was looking for. I grinned to myself. If that was what would get him interested, so be it. Sure enough, he came up with a see-through blouse. It's only saving grace was the two breast pockets that doubled the material in front.

"What about this?" he said with a grin, holding up a purple and blue flower print blouse.

I looked it over, "What do you think," I glanced at the sales girl's name tag, "Carla, got it in my size?" I held it up to my chest.

Carla looked it over. "The colour isn't right for you, let me see..." She began rummaging through the rack. 

She came up with a yellow and orange blouse and a pink and red one. I turned to Ray. "Which colour do you think?"

Ray hesitated, "The yellow and orange brings out the highlights in your hair, the pink and red match your warm skin tones. I think I prefer the yellow."

I was amazed. He had gone from not caring to complimenting after one choice. He just might be rescue-able! I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

We went through the same kind of debate over a skirt. I thought he would want a short micro-mini, but he fooled me. He preferred the knee-length pleated wool skirts. He choose one to match the colours of the blouse. He even managed to compliment my legs when he commented that it brought out the subtle curves of my calves.

He had done such a wonderful job of complimenting and choosing, that I decided to give him a thrill. I asked Carla to show me the change room so I could check the fit of the new clothes. I knew that my black lacy bra would show through the blouse, but I didn't care. I stepped out of the change room and twirled in front of him.

"Well, what do you think? Ray? Hello! Earth to Ray?"

Ray dragged his chin of the floor, wiped the drool off his chin and said profoundly, "Uhh..."

"Oh, you don't like it," I said, pouting.

"No, no, I like it! Believe me, I like it, I just... ah... well it ... it looks really good on you! Really good! But... ah.. I can see your... ah... bra."

"Oh? Can you? What do you think Carla, can you see my bra?"

Carla giggled and nodded. She knew, as I did, that you could almost see the individual threads of the lace.

"Well then," I said, "I guess I will need a new bra or just go bra-less."

Carla spoke up helpfully, "We have some flesh tone bras that don't have any lace or seams in the cups. Would you like to see them?" She knew my large breasts needed the support that a bra provided.

We went over to the lingerie section and Carla brought out four bras in various flesh tones. I felt the cups of each one and then passed them to Ray. He was turning red, but he gamely rubbed the cup of each one. The third one suited him, "This one, it feels silky enough to suit your soft skin." He blushed a little more deeply as he realized what he had said. I gave him a big smile.

I tried it on and it did look good. You could still see it behind the blouse, but it didn't leap out (neither did my breasts). We paid for the clothes and went on down the street. 

Three hours later we returned to the hotel. Ray was carrying the multitude of boxes that held my purchases. He had continued to make good choices and shower me with compliments. The last store we visited had had some wonderful negligees which I had modelled for Ray. I could almost see his pecker grow down the leg of his jeans when I came out and pirouetted in front of him. The last one I put on, showed most of me if he wanted to see, and he did.

In my room, Ray put all my purchases on the bed. I turned him to me and kissed him on the mouth. Just as he started to put his arms around me, I stepped back. 

"Thank you for your help. That was a most enjoyable shopping trip. This afternoon I have some appointments to keep. You need to make a reservation for dinner and dancing afterward. You might also think about something for tomorrow night. Leave a message on my phone as to the time the reservation is for. I will open the connecting door when I am ready. Oh, make sure you are dressed appropriately. I think I will wear that cocktail dress we bought." I pushed him out of the room as I was talking. "See you later."

* * * * *

I was being pummelled by the masseuse when the crazy thought hit me. The only way Ray was going to learn about pleasing a woman was if I gave him lessons. Lessons on me. Lessons that he could take back to apply to Sylvia. I needed to let him use my body as a practise dummy. The big question was how to start out.

Let's see. Could I come up with a guide? Sex play. The rules of engagement. I would need to come up with some suggestions. Compliments, politeness, presents, attention, protection, flirtation. What else? Then foreplay. Touching, kissing, caressing, undressing. And finally two at play.

Ok, I had the basis of a guide. Now I needed to put it into action. He was already good with the compliments and the attention. Tonight we could explore the protection and flirtation and maybe even the presents. Then on to foreplay.

I was interrupted at that point, the attendant was ready for the pedicure and the manicure. All I had to remember was sex... err... six, four, two.

* * * * *

I was under the hair dryer when the guilt struck. There were more than two people involved here. I was fine with my husband. We had agreed. He had known what might happen if I was left alone too long with Ray. He had not minded, he had even jumped at the chance to be with Sylvia.

I, on the other hand, had not had the explicit permission from Sylvia that Fred had given me. Ray seemed fine with things, but if he was thinking that Sylvia was just one of his buddies, he had probably not thought it through either. Any thinking he did would be done with the little head he hid in his pants.

So, how would Sylvia feel? How would I feel if I was in Sylvia's position. I shivered. Caught in a marriage with an unfeeling ignorant... Ok, maybe not unfeeling, but definitely ignorant lout who treated me like one of the guys. And Sylvia was out with my husband! I am sure something will happen there!

I would probably be thankful for anyone who could erase that woeful ignorance. 

Let the games begin! All I had to remember was Sex, four, two.

I felt moist already

* * * * *

I slid though the connecting door at precisely 7:00 pm. Ray was stretched out in the easy chair watching a football game. He looked up at me as I waltzed in and twirled before him. I thought about what Ray was seeing. The cocktail dress was dark forest green at the hem fading to a pale green at the shoulders. The large band under the bust was printed yellow and orange flowers. It was an Empire style made from pleated chiffon that hung from my hips and flared as I turned in my new 4 inch stiletto heels.

My new hair style, new clothes, makeup, manicure, pedicure, massage, and facial made me feel like a million dollars.

Ray was stunned. The first words out of his mouth were, "Holy shit!"

I turned my back on him and walked out of his room. I closed the connecting door and stood in my room seething. How could he! What kind of a comment was that! His buddies might find it pleasing, but I definitely didn't. I paced up and down my room trying to control my temper. Finally after about 5 minutes, I once again walked through the connecting door and twirled in front of him.

Ray appeared not to have moved. The first words out of his mouth this time were, "Roberta, you take my breath away! You are absolutely gorgeous!" He quickly rose to his feet and presented me with a small box that had been sitting on the arm of his chair. "It is certainly not a beautiful as you, but here is a small token of my... admiration."

I took the box from him and opened it. Inside was a small corsage, a white rose bud just beginning to open.

How could I be mad at this provoking man? One minute he is crass and the next he is gracious and refined.

"May I?" he asked, offering to pin it to my dress. Without a word I handed it to him. He slipped one hand under the shoulder strap of my dress and carefully pinned it on. "There, that should be safe."

The contact of the back of his fingers with my shoulder sent a jolt straight to my lower belly. Before he could step back, I planted a quick kiss on his cheek. "That was very thoughtful. Thank you."

* * * * *

Dinner was delightful. He had taken me to a fine Italian restaurant on the top of a large neighbouring hotel where we had eaten a pleasing meal with wine involved in every course. We sat enjoying a glass of wine having just finished dessert.

The tables were set beside a large dance floor where a live band was playing. The lowered ceiling, lattice dividers and various plants in the dining area made it possible to talk over the sound of the music.

I had brought the note pad and pen from my room. On it I listed the six words from my Sex, Four, Two lesson plan and handed it to Ray. "Do you know what foreplay is?" I asked.

"Sure," he replied, "it's like cuddling and stuff before... ah... you know... you do it."

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, well I suppose that is one way of looking at it. But before you get to foreplay, those six words need to be studied and instituted carefully. Can you tell me what each one means to you?"

"Well, he started, "Compliments are like when I tell you how great your new hairstyle looks."

"Why thank you! Continue."

"Ah, politeness is like when I hold the door for you or ah, take your coat or lift heavy bags."

"Good..."

He glanced at the paper, "Presents are things like the corsage..."

I reached over and pushed his hand holding the note down to stop him. "And you have to be very careful with presents. One rose in a corsage is one thing. A frying pan for Christmas is another."

"Ahh, yeah? How is that different?"

I smiled a frosty little smile, "Frying pans are for cooking. Are you implying your wife is JUST a cook?"

Ray grimaced. "I see your point." He paused, looking at the list. "Attention is listening to what she says and ..."

"And noticing changes - like my hair - and her emotions. She will tell you without words how she is feeling. You need to read those things carefully."

"Hmm. If I could do that we wouldn't be here."

I put my hand on his and gently stroked the back of it. "Maybe, but first you have to know that women are not men and they don't react the same way. I think you are learning that this weekend."

He glanced quickly at my hand where it lay on his and then looked at me. He didn't move his hand. I smiled at him.

"Uh," he continued brightly, "protection. Is that like setting up a security system at home?"

I smiled and continued to stroke his hand. "Sort of, except it is a feeling that is hard to define. She needs to feel safe and secure wherever she is, especially with you. You need to show her that she is safe and protected."

"How do I do that? Beat up every mugger in sight?" 

"No, you only need to put yourself between her and every mugger in sight. I think we can test that one later. Carry on."

"Ok, flirtation." Ray snorted. "That's what's not allowed at work. No sexy talk, no raunchy jokes, no touching the opposite sex, no dating."

I laughed. "Sounds about right to me! Ok. Now that you have the idea, let's test them in practise. I would like to dance so let's move over to a table by the band."

Ray signalled the waiter and ordered us another bottle of wine. He also explained that we were moving. The new bottle arrived just as we made ourselves comfortable near the dance floor and the band.

Ray stood and held out his hand. He nodded his head at the dance floor and raised an eyebrow. I took his hand and stood. "You can touch me to dance, but no liberties!" He smiled as we went to the floor to join the other couples. 

After three dances we sat again. "Thank you," I said, "you are a great partner, you really get into the music!"

He gave me a wry grin, "Sylvia taught me and its easy when you have a great partner."

We sat out the next two numbers. I was casting glances around the room, looking for one of those good time Romeo's that usually hang around dance halls. Sure enough, half way through the third number, a suave looking, tall, dark, handsome man with a pony tail oozed up to the table and with practiced ease and said, "Would the beautiful lady care to dance?"

I looked at Ray. He was ready to kill, but the stranger was bigger, more muscular and younger than he. Ray looked at me. I mouthed the word 'protection'. Finally he spat out, "The beautiful lady is with me."

Romeo glanced at Ray, then back to me, "And what does the beautiful lady say?"

Ray stood, fists clenched, "If she wasn't such a beautiful lady, she would say that she doesn't dance with slime-balls, but since she is such a beautiful lady, she would say bugger off."

Romeo raised his hands, palms out and backed up a step. "My apologies to the beautiful lady, sorry for interrupting." He turned and oozed his way to the bar. Ray sat, glaring at his back.

"Now that," I said, taking one of his fists in my hand and uncurling the fingers, "is protection. Let's dance." I dragged him willingly to the dance floor where a slow, quiet number was playing. I pasted my self to his front, put my arms around his neck and snuggled my face into his shoulder. I could feel his hands go around my waist, pressing gently on my lower back. He felt rigid in my arms, but he soon relaxed as we swayed to the music. His hands gradually slipped lower.

* * * * *

Outside our rooms, I slipped my card into the lock and opened the door. I still held Ray's hand. I pulled him to me and whispered, "We are still dancing." Then I kissed him on the lips. Hard. I felt his hands go around me. He gave me a hug as we kissed, one hand slowly moving down to press hard against my left butt cheek. I could feel a long steel bar pressing against my stomach. His left hand slipped to my other butt cheek and he squeezed them both. My tongue slipped out to pry open his lips and soon tangled with his tongue.

I am not sure how long we stood there. Finally the elevator opened and a woman stepped out. I pushed Ray away, smiled and said, "Good night." I slipped into my room and closed the door. 



Ignorance is Bliss Ch. 08



Chapter VIII - Ray's Saturday

I got up late, showered and put on the hotel supplied dressing gown. I went to the connecting door and tried it. It was locked. I knocked gently. Ray opened it and peered around it at me, "What? Oh, Roberta, good morning," he stuttered.

"Call for room service to get us a late brunch. I have some more things to show you this morning, you might want to dress lightly." I smiled and batted my eyelashes at him. "Ready in ten minutes!"

I returned to my room and quickly slipped into the flesh coloured bra, see-through blouse and wool skirt we had purchased yesterday. Then I checked my makeup and went through to Ray's room. Breakfast was sitting on a tray waiting.

We quickly ate before I presented him with the second list. Foreplay: touching, kissing, caressing, undressing.

"Ok, don't get too excited yet. Tell me what you think each one means."

"Well, that is obvious. Touching means that I touch you."

"Where? When? How?"

"Uh... on your hand... uh... when I... uh... help you from the car," he said, stumbling over his words.

"Ok. How would you touch?"

"Uh... grab your hand and lift?"

"Ouch. I hope not. I would hope you would offer your hand in case I wanted your help getting out of the car and that it would be a firm but gentle grasp that I could use to assist me. I don't expect you to drag me out of the car."

"Oh. Ladies don't like cavemen?" he grinned.

"Nope. Can you give another example?"

"Well... let's say we are standing on the roof of the hotel and I want to show you something. I might take your shoulders in my hands and turn you - gently - and point from behind to show you where to look."

"That is better. What about kissing?"

"I press my lips to yours?"

"Maybe, can you tell me five or six levels of kiss?"

"Hmm. There is the cheek to cheek air kiss like my mother does to me. Then there is the lips to cheek that Sylvia sometimes does when we are hurrying to work." He paused, thinking. "Then there is the quick lip to lip kiss for public consumption. Let's see... then there is the lip to lip passionate kiss that blows your head off like the one last night. Finally there is the tongue lashing, spit swapping, tooth cracking French kiss that curls your toes up to your knees. How's that?"

"Excellent!" I had to take a deep breath to continue. "Now, what about caressing?" "Caressing. Hmm. Is it not just a moving touch like I stroke your arm with my finger tips?"

"Yes, but it doesn't have to involve touch."

"What do you mean?"

I leaned over and slid my hand down from just beside his cheek all the way to his crotch, never once actually touching him. Then I slid my tongue out and ran it around my lips.

His jaw fell slack, his eyes widened, his pants tightened and he gulped. "I see your point."

"But I have two points..."

"Yeah, I see those too..."

I giggled and sat back. He took a deep breath.

"Last is undressing. What do you think of that?"

"Sounds like a fine idea. No. Undressing. Um.. means taking off clothes."

"Whose?"

"Ah... I take off mine..."

I sat shaking my head. "It means getting rid of the barriers to having sex. Who does what is only important to the moment."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if we were dancing, how might we begin to undress?"

"I could take off my jacket?"

"I could trade you for my panties."

He gulped again.

"Now, there are two concepts that go along with all these ideas. Slow and gentle. You don't start by touching a breast and don't grab. Women are generally smaller and softer than men. They need to be treated with tender care. Watch your lady carefully. She will give you signs that she wants you to touch harder or in a more intimate manner. You can look for cuddling, moans, signs of arousal such as her nipples peaking. Any comments?"

He shook his head.

"Ok. We are going to D_ Gardens this afternoon. You may touch, but remember, slow and gentle.

* * * * *

He touched. Everywhere we went, he took every opportunity to guide me with his hand in the small of my back, a touch on my arm, or his arm stretched over my shoulder, finger pointing. After the first few minutes, I began to touch him back, my hand on his, my arm on his, or my hip against his. I even stroked his arm as he pointed over my shoulder at a particularly beautiful flower. Half way through the garden tour, I had my arm tucked in his drawing him close so I could rub my breast against his biceps.

Three quarters of the way through, he was holding my right hand in his, behind my back, gently rubbing my ass as we walked along. My left arm was around his waist, my left tit tucked into his pectoral muscle. He reached across me to point to the right and bent his head to my ear. He whispered how the petals on an orchid looked like my lips when I smiled, then nipped my ear lobe with his teeth.

I had a familiar ache deep in my belly and could feel the moisture gathering below. This boy learned fast.

We ended the tour back at the gift shop. We were dismissed after a short question period and told that we could either spend time wandering the paths or we could shop and then leave. Ray took my hand and led me out on a new path.

We wandered for a short time until we came across a bench hidden in a bower of pampas grass. Ray gently pulled me over to the bench. I sat at one end and Ray sat near the centre.

"So how are we doing," he asked, "are you enjoying yourself?" He moved our hands from between us on the bench to the top of my thigh.

I smiled at him. "You seem to have the idea, your touching was done... gently and with taste."

He smiled at me and before I could move away, he gave me a quick kiss on the lips. My smile disappeared as I thought of a good cutting remark. He smiled at me and asked, "What next?"

I looked him in the eye for a moment then smiled again. He was moving on to step two. "We take the tour bus and see the city. Let's go and catch it."

He stood and extended his hand. I took it and he gently pulled me to my feet. We walked back toward the gift shop. I hugged his arm and rubbed my breast against it.

The bus was waiting when we returned. We got on to find that most of the other tourists were sitting close to the front so they could hear the driver. We moved to one seat past the last person and sat down. The driver closed the door and began his spiel as he moved the big vehicle out into the traffic.

Before long, Ray had his arm around my shoulders, his hip touching mine and was using his free hand to point out whatever the driver was talking about. Twice he stopped as I turned to him and he turned to me and gave me a gentle kiss. Constantly he caressed my ear and neck with his breath as he whispered to me.

We were nearly back at the gardens when he bet I wouldn't remove my bra in the bus at my seat. I still can't remember how it came up, but he bet his underwear. I glanced around and noticed that the rest of the passengers were trying to see a sight out the opposite side of the bus. Quickly I dragged my arms out of the bra straps under my blouse. Then I slid my hand up my back and freed the hooks. I pulled the bra out under the front of my see-through blouse and handed it to him.

Ray took my bra and folded it neatly in his hands, then he pressed his face in and took a deep breath. He folded it back up and stuffed it into his back pocket.

"So," I said, "I win. Where is my prize?"

"What? Oh, you mean my underwear..." a big smile grew on his face, "I don't have any. I guess you will have to get it when we get back to the room."

"What?" I hissed, "that is not fair. Pay up now or else..." I scowled at him.

"Not fair?" he chirped. "I can't pay right now..."

I crossed my arms, "Then I guess I will have to take a forfeit."

"Oh? What forfeit?"

"Prove you don't have your underwear."

"How?"

"Drop your pants for let me check with my hand." I dangled my fingers over the zipper to his pants.

Sitting as he was, next to the aisle, I don't think he expected my attack. I reached over and grabbed his zipper. Before he could move, I had the zipper down as far as it would go. I slipped my hand in the opening and began feeling around for any signs of underwear. I couldn't find any, but I did find a large warm log which I wrapped my hand around and gave it a couple of slow strokes. He groaned and began spraying cum all over the insides of his pants. He groaned and grabbed my hand trying to pull it out of his shorts. I glanced up to find his face bright scarlet with embarrassment.

"Shush," I whispered, "I'll get some tissues." I slipped my hand out and reached over to my purse where I pulled out three tissues and then slipped my hand back in his pants. The log had disappeared. I wiped up as much of the mess as I could, but there was a big wet spot in the front of his shorts. "Don't worry, just stay behind me. No one will notice."

The bus stopped soon after and he followed me off and over to the Men's Room. He came out a few minutes later and there was no trace of the wet spot.

As we walked arm in arm to catch a taxi back to the hotel, I asked, "How did you dry it so quickly?"

He glanced at me for the first time since it happened. "Hot air hand dryer."

I giggled.

Back at the hotel, I stood in front of the door to my room and turned to him before he could go to his room. "Ray, I didn't realize how quick you are to... well, you know... but don't worry. Take me somewhere nice for dinner in an hour and..." I turned him fully to me, put my hands on his shoulders, pulled him to me and kissed him. Hard. At least a four. Then I ducked into my room to get changed.

* * * * * After a short nap and a shower I was ready for the evening.

I wore a front closing black lace push-up bra that left my nipples hanging over the top edge. I pulled on the matching black lace panties that were cut high on the sides. Over these I slipped into a form-fitting deep purple dress that buttoned from neck to to ankle in the front. I hung a silver linked belt on my hips. A touch of makeup and into my high-heeled sandals that had straps up my calves. Elegant but simple.

Ray knocked just as I was loading my silver clutch. I answered the door and was rewarded with a slight smile and a widening of Ray's eyes. "Wow," he said, "you look great!"

We took the elevator up to the rooftop restaurant. Neither of us really wanted to go further.

I know there were several courses. I don't remember what they were. I could not believe how nervous I was. This was worse than on my graduation night and I was wetter.

We were sipping on one last glass of wine after the dessert when Ray asked if I wanted to dance.

I shook my head, "Let's just go back to our room."

We walked slowly to the elevator. I hung on Ray's arm, my hip brushing his as we walked. We stood side by side in the elevator. The ride seemed endless. We got off on our floor and walked down the hall to our doors. I stopped outside his door and looked up at him.

He looked at me. He had his key card in his hand I reached up, put one hand behind his head and drew his mouth down to mine. There should have been smoke. On a scale of one to five, this kiss was a ten. 

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" I muttered, as the elevator opened and a young couple strolled out, laughing.

Ray's keycard hit the lock and the door was open as if by magic. He drew me in and closed the door. I turned and we joined in another searing kiss. Hours (really only a minute or ten) later I pushed him away. "Let's play button for button... flip a coin, heads you undo a button on me, tails I undo a button on you... while we dance..."

Ray had a coin in his hand before I finished.

"Get me a scotch, please." 

Ray went to the mini-bar and rattled around.

I went to the TV to find a music station. It only took a moment to find the station that I had found the day before in my room. It played mostly slow romantic tunes. Ray came up with a small shot of scotch from one of those mini-bottles from the mini-bar. I took a quick sip, put the glass on the dresser and held out my arms to Ray. We began to waltz. He flipped the coin. Heads. 

"Start at the bottom," I suggested.

Ray smiled and reached for the neck of my dress. 

I smiled back. "My turn."

I dragged out the process. I made sure we actually danced for at least 10 seconds between flips. Of course I had his jacket off before he even reached my cleavage. "Once it is unbuttoned, the next toss it has to go..." I made quite a production of removing his jacket with my teeth.

Two songs later his shirt followed his jacket. He was getting close to my waist. My dress was tight enough that it didn't gape much as we danced. He knew I was wearing a black bra but he had yet to see the cups (or lack thereof). 

I flipped and won. I undid his belt buckle. 

He flipped tails. I removed his belt in one long pull and flung it away.

I flipped heads. He undid another button on my dress. He had reached the silver belt. 

He flipped tails. I undid the button at the waist of his pants.

I flipped tails. I undid the zipper of his pants.

He flipped heads. He undid my silver belt. It fell away. I pointed at the next button on my gown. "This is the last one... or else..."

I flipped heads. He looked at the button I had forbidden to him, sighed and bent down to the floor. He did the bottom most button.

He flipped tails. I careful removed his pants, over his shoes.

I flipped tails. No laces, so left shoe gone.

He flipped tails. Right shoe gone.

I flipped heads. Another button.

He flipped heads. Another button.

I flipped heads. Another button.

He flipped heads. Another button.

I flipped tails. Left sock gone.

He flipped heads. Another button.

I flipped tails. Right sock gone. Ray was now down to his boxers which seemed to be breathing on their own.

He flipped tails. Slowly and carefully, without touch his massive package, I removed his boxers, leaving his cock throbbing and bobbing in time with his heartbeat.

I flipped tails. "Sit," I said, "on the bed and lean back." I followed as he sat and knelt down between his legs, his tumescence an inch from my face. "Some women find this unpleasant so don't expect it!" And with that I took his man meat down into my throat as far as I could.

It didn't take much. Four strokes and he blasted the roof on my mouth with hot cum. Shot after shot, more semen than I had tasted in a long time. I swallowed it all. He whimpered and shook and finally collapsed on the bed, his arm over his eyes. I licked him clean and felt his cock slowly deflating.

I stood, retrieved my scotch and took a big sip. Great mouthwash... I put my hands on my hips. "Your flip." I held out the coin.

It took a moment for my words to penetrate. "But... I thought once a day was it..."

I smiled. "This is the second time for you today already. I'm not going to let you quit yet."

He sat up and took the coin. A quick flip came up heads. He bent over and undid another button.

I flipped heads. Another button.

He flipped tails. "What now?" he asked.

"You have to do as I say. Kiss me here." I pointed to the side of my neck. He kissed me as we swayed to the music.

Two more songs went by. He had kissed my ears, my neck, my cheeks, my eyes and my mouth. My dress was unbuttoned half way up my thighs. I was so wet I was dripping into those black panties. He was as hard as rock and standing straight again, already.

He eventually reached that final button on my dress. His hands were shaking as he undid it. I nearly had to help him. And then he got to take it off. He slipped it of my shoulders and I let it slide down my arms to the floor. I stood in front of him wearing my black demi-bra and black panties.

Ray slide down to his knees and stared up at my body. I could feel his eyes feasting on my breasts, my flat stomach, my sopping wet black panties and my legs pushed into clean lines by the heeled sandals.

"Wow..."

"Your flip," I said.

"Just a minute..." he paused, "Can you dance for me? Just like that?"

I smoothly undulated my hips and torso.

"Oh, god, I am going to cum again!"

"Not yet, I said, quickly grabbing his cock and squeezing it hard, just behind it's head. He groaned, but he didn't ejaculate. We rested for a moment for him to relax.

"Your flip," I said, with a smile.

He flipped heads. He took a sandal.

I flipped tails. I lied, "Heads." He took my other sandal.

He flipped heads. I pointed to the front hook on my bra, He reached out, hands shaking and tried to undo it it without touching my skin. I pressed his hands against my breasts then held them still so he could get the fastener undone.

"Take it off," I whispered.

His hands slid over the pale skins of my breasts as he pushed my bra back over my shoulders. "Oh God!" he exclaimed.

I dropped down and put my mouth over his cock just as he erupted with his second load of the evening. I swallowed it all. Then I drained my scotch.

He stepped back and sat on the bed. "Oh, god, that was..."

I stepped close to him and took his hands. I put them on my breasts and moved them around, tickling my nipples and brushing lightly over my areole. "Squeeze them... gently..."

I closed my eyes, the better to enjoy his gentle stimulation. "Oh, yes... just like that..."

"Whose turn is it... " he croaked.

"Forget the coin, just take off my panties," I replied.

He quickly complied, sliding his hands down my sides, hooking his fingers in the waist band as they passed on their way to the floor, his eyes never left the dark landing strip that leads to my ultimate pleasure zone.

As soon as they were off, I pulled his hand to my crotch and manipulated his fingers until he found my clit. "Rub there, gently..." I rested my hands on his shoulders and closed my eyes to enjoy his ministrations. I had to readjust them a couple of times, but he quickly got the idea.

As I spread my legs a little wider, I crooned, "slip a finger down my slit... feel the wetness... now slip it inside... like that... yes, again... and again... try a second finger..." I moaned as my knees shook and my crotch began little involuntary thrusts. "Deeper... yes, like that... thumb my clit... Oh, god... Yesss..."

I came. About bloody time. It had been a very long weekend.

I collapsed on top of Ray, who collapsed back on to the bed. We lay there for a moment recovering, then I slid off and pulled myself up on the bed. I could see that Ray was ready again so I lay on my back ready and willing. "Come on then Ray, scoot over here and do the nasty deed."

Ray scooted over and planted himself between my legs. He began to fumble with his dick, trying to find a place to hide it.

"Kiss me first," I mumbled. "Kiss my breasts. Play with my clit. Like I showed you. Mmmm... just like that."

He kissed and played with me. He even played with my clit, just as I had shown him. I reached down and began to play with his cock. It was nearly trembling in my hand. Once again it was time. "Slip it in now..." I said, pointing the head in the right direction. 

He pushed in, filling me with the second cock I had had since my wedding day. "Ok, don't move. Think about bricks and mortar and hammers and things. Don't move until you calm down a little."

Ray groaned. "I don't know if I can..."

"Deep breath... count those bricks..."

We lay unmoving for what seemed like an eternity. Finally he seemed to have calmed a little.

"Now, in and out slowly. Keep dreaming of bricks."

He began a slow rhythmic pump action. Then he attacked my breasts again, kissing one, then the other. He took one nipple between his teeth and nipped gently. I moaned.

"Faster..."

His action quickened.

"Faster..."

He sped up some more and nipped my other nipple.





Ignorance is Bliss Ch. 08



"Faster!"

The whole bed was shaking under his onslaught. I was shaking too. His cock was hitting that special place deep inside.

"I'm cumming!" I announced, "Faster!!"

Suddenly we were there. I am not sure if his orgasm started first or mine did, but they seemed to last forever. Long rolling euphoric ripples of muscle over muscle led to a relaxed contentment as he lay on top of me weighing me into the mattress.

"Let's shower, but first, pass me some tissues," I mumbled, "don't want a wet spot on the bed."

"Wait!" he said. "Can you hold it in? I want to watch it come out..." He blushed.

I shrugged. "I can try. Go get the shower open."

He darted into the bathroom. I pressed my hand tightly over my pussy to squeeze my lips closed. Then I waddled after him to the shower. I was kind of curious too.

Once in the shower I spread my legs and he knelt in front of me. I removed my hand and bent my head to watch as best I could. There was a flood. A flood of white sticky semen oozed from my pussy and spilled down to the shower floor. I squeezed my inner muscles and another smaller batch oozed out. This time it ran down my leg. Ray reached out a finger and took some on it's tip. Then he lifted it to his nose and sniffed. Finally he tasted it.

"Hmm... bitter. Do you like it?"

"Not the taste. I just love what your cock does when I swallow it. That's why the Scotch.""

He took another drop on his finger and tasted it. "Yeah, well, whatever." He put his hand on my ass and drew me toward himself. My pussy was in his mouth before I knew it. 

I reached over and turned on the water. The first rush of cold startled us both but he didn't stop eating me. Soon the water was warm and I was pushed against the wall as Ray's tongue lashed my clit to a blistering pulse. Then I was cumming again. As it died away, so did I. I slid down the wall of the shower to the floor and sat there huddled over. 

Ray knelt down beside me. "You OK?"

"Yeah. Just tired. Wash me and take me back to bed."

He washed me. I washed him - at least the most important parts - and then he dried us and helped me back to the bed. He was as hard as a rock again.

I put my hand around his cock. "Wow, what a weapon. Does it ever go down?"

He grinned. "Nope. Not when there is a beautiful naked woman in my bed."

I smiled. "Just for that, I am going to lie here perfectly still and call out numbers. You are going to touch me any way, any where you want. The numbers will represent how much of a turn on I find what you are doing. Zero is not at all and ten is like touching my clit just the way I like." I stretched out spread-eagled on the bed and made myself comfortable.

Forty-five minutes later, I was panting for relief. He had tickled, touched, stroked, rubbed, squeezed, nibbled and nosed just about every inch of my body. I was so steamed up I finally grabbed him and rolled him over. I straddled him and pushed my pussy in his face. I gave him at least ten minutes to lick my clit (Ok, it was closer to ten seconds) then I impaled myself on his dick. I galloped that horse all the way up the bed and down the other side. Just as he began to buck beneath me I clenched my muscles on his muscle and did a little bucking of my own before lying on top of him and falling asleep.

I didn't sleep long. When I woke up Ray was staring at me. He wanted to watch me leak again, On him, on his chest where he could see it really well. I staggered to my knees and crawled up so my pussy was over his chest. Then I let it all out.

He tested it with his finger again. I grabbed a couple of tissues, wiped myself off, chucked the tissues in the general direction of the waste basket, rolled over and was asleep before Ray drew the sheet over me.



Ignorance is Bliss Ch. 09



Chapter IX - Ray's Sunday

My nipple tickled. I swiped my hand at it and contacted another hand. Startled, my eyes opened. I found myself staring straight into Ray's smiling face.

"Morning," he drawled, "something wake you?" He brushed my nipple again.

It took a moment for all that had happened the night before to rush back. "Morning," I croaked, then cleared my throat. "What time is it?" I asked, just to give myself a moment to catch up.

"Just about nine. I have been up for hours, I have showered and shaved and was thinking about breakfast. Want something?"

"Yeah, uh, some toast and coffee would be good." I had had time to assess my situation and found that while still a little tired, I was not sore after the night's games. I feel sticky between my thighs and needed badly to use the toilet, but generally, I was in good shape. "I think I will get a shower while you call room service. Back in a moment."

I suddenly realized that I was naked under the single sheet and that any clothes I might have used to cover myself were across the room. I slowly slid out from the bed and turned to face Ray. He was almost drooling over my full frontal nudity. I gave a great big stretch, reaching my arms up to the ceiling and spreading my legs wide. Ray groaned. Then, keeping my chin up and chest out (to keep my breasts from sagging too much (hey, I am pushing fifty), I walked with a slight sway to my hips to the bathroom. 

I had just finished my shower when Ray knocked on the door. "Breakfast is here!"

"I'll be right out," I said as I opened the door and walked to where Ray had set the little table with two chairs. Coffee and toast were waiting for me, Ray had bacon and eggs. Ray was standing by one chair in a dressing gown open down the front, and boxer shorts. "Aren't you a little over dressed?"

He shed the dressing gown and sat.

We ate in silence for a while. Ray's eyes rarely left my tits. Finally, after finishing one cup of coffee and my toast, I sat back to give him a better view. "So, I figure we have about three hours before we have to check out and start for home." I paused in thought for a moment. "How many times do you think you can cum in three hours?"

Ray almost spat his last bite of eggs across the table. "Wha...!?" He gulped twice. "H - H - How..." he stuttered.

"The one thing we haven't talked about is positions. I need to show you that sex is not just for missionaries." I stood and walked over beside him. "Turn your chair to face me and get rid of those boxers!"

Without standing, Ray whipped off his boxers and turned his chair. I straddled his lap and slid down until I could feel his cock snuggled into my stomach. I wiggled until I was pressing my clit into the side of his cock. Ray's eyes were huge, his mouth hung open and his arms went around me to grab my buns.

"Rinse your mouth," I whispered in his ear. He grabbed his coffee cup and took a drink. "Hold a mouthful for me..." He took another mouthful. As soon as he reached to put his cup down, I kissed him and pushed my tongue in his mouth full of coffee. We shared it as we kissed.

I could feel him starting to make little involuntary movements with his hips. Time to go to work. I slithered around until my pussy was lined up with the head of his bulging prick. Then I lowered myself down on him. I was wet and he slid in smoothly until I was sitting on his hips.

"Think bricks," I whispered as I moved up and slid down forcing his cock deep inside. It didn't take long. Fifteen or twenty strokes later he moaned, slipped his hips further under me and proceeded to blast away. I pumped out another few strokes and sat.  

"Ok. Before you go today you are going to get me to cum. I wasn't even close that time, but let's go into the bathroom and clean up." I rose off of him and took his hand. I led the way to the bathroom, leaking cum down my leg.

In the bathroom I sat up on the counter, "Get the washcloth, clean me up," I prompted.

He looked at me and then dove into my crotch face first. He used his tongue to great effect as he licked me clean. He sucked up every drop of cum he could find and sucked the remains from my cunt. By the time he was finished we were both ready again.

He leaned in to kiss me and found two things: first, my breasts hit him in his face when I leaned back; second, his dick slipped into my hot, sopping cunt. He grabbed both my tits in his hands and suckled first one, then the other as he slid his rod in and out. He had just cum ten minutes ago, but I could feel him coming close again. His pumping was pleasing me, but I wasn't ready to cum yet. 

I reached up with one hand and twisted his nipple hard. I wanted to see if a little pain would slow him down. It caused him to shoot another load into my already sopping cunt. He thrust deeply a couple of more times then sighed and backed away. When his cock left my cunt it was followed by a stream of his spunk.

"You didn't cum, did you?" he asked rhetorically.

I used the wash cloth to quickly wipe my sloppy cunt. "Nope, but let's not give up yet. You've only cum twice. Last night it took three before you slowed down, come on." I held out my hand to him as I slid off the counter.

We walked hand in hand out to the big stuffed chair. I sat on the arm and brought his cock close. It had shrunk a little but was still half hard. I popped it in my mouth and began sucking him. It didn't take too long before he was hard again.

"Ok, take me from behind..." I turned around and leaned over the side of the chair. Ray stepped in behind me and slid his dick once more into the breach. He lasted longer this time. He paddled my ass with his crotch. We were making squishing and smacking sounds as he drilled my well. 

"Faster," I panted, "faster!"

Ray grabbed my hips and pulled me back into him harder and harder. I slipped my hand under me and played with my clit.

"Oh, god, I'm nearly there..." I moaned, "harder!"

Ray was pounding so hard the chair was sliding across to the bed. He had to move his feet every other stroke.

"Yes! Yes! I'm... I'm cumming!" I yelled. I flew over the cliff of a mighty orgasm. At the edge of my consciousness I felt Ray's warm spunk splatter deep inside me.

He lay on top of me catching his breath. I was content to not move, I was experiencing little aftershocks.

Eventually, Ray whispered in my ear, "Stay there, don' lose it..."

I smiled at him and slithered down the chair until my head and shoulders were on the floor and my feet were down around my ears. "Fuck me again," I demanded. I couldn't believe how fast his roger came to attention as he moved into position, his feet by my ears, his hands at the back of the chair arms. I reached up and helped point him to the gooey mess of my pussy. He coasted to an abrupt stop as his pubic bone bounced off mine.

Then he became a jack hammer, his rod hammering at me until I swore I would have bruises.

My back began to ache. "Turn around!"

He did and I pulled the cushion off the chair to put it under my hips. Then I pushed the chair away. He got down on his knees on the carpet, lifted my hips off the cushion and hammered away.

I had created a monster. His intensity was almost frightening. I could see the beginning of him unloading just as I was beginning to feel the first flutters of an impending orgasm. "Bricks!" I shouted, "Think bricks!" I must have startled him because he missed a beat and seemed to fade back a touch.

It didn't last, of course, quickly he was pounding even harder. But I was close now and might even come with him...

We came. Together. Necks arched, stomachs convulsing, toes curling, we came. Oh, god, we came.

Ray didn't let go off me. He still held my hips up keeping the double load of his sperm inside.

After gasping for breath, I asked, "What do you want to do with it?"

"I don't know." He paused. "I just want to see it pour out... but I don't want a mess."

"The shower. I've got to get to the shower." I swiftly put my hand over my pussy, squeezing my lips together to hold Ray's loads inside. Ray was watching with concern hoping nothing would leak out. Awkwardly I walked to the shower.

Once I was in I suggested he get his digital camera and take a movie of the stream of cum. He dashed off and returned with his camera.

"No face! No identification!" I warned as he began to take a short movie. I stood up with my legs spread wide. Ray sat watching as his semen poured to the shower floor and some slid down my legs. He even got a close-up of drops coming off the back of my thighs and dripping from my hand.

As soon as he was done I made him show me the whole film. It really was kind of sexy in a gross sort of way. Not a kink I really wanted to continue after today. "You know that Sylvia is not going to be as calm as I am about this. You will have to lead her up to it slowly."

"Yeah, I figured that. It is kind of gross isn't it. But it really turns me on. I don't know why."

I put my hand on his arm. "It is good that you can share your fantasies but go carefully. If Sylvia is willing..." I shrugged.

He put the camera away and we had a shower. By the time we were dry I noticed that Roy still had most of a hard-on.

"Come on.." I drew him back to the bed. I need a rest so you can do all the work." I moved him into a scissor position with my right leg over his hips as he lay on his side across the bed and my left leg under his right. His left leg was at the bottom of the heap. This position allowed side access to my pussy which he promptly filled. It also left both his hands free access to my clit, my torso, and especially my breasts.

"Go slow. We have lots of time. Play with my breasts and my clit." I reached down and tickled his balls.

Just like yesterday, he went over every place on my body that he could reach. He even played with my toes. The difference was that this time he was rocking his hips back and forth and slowly building to a release.

I was in heaven. Whenever he did something especially nice I moaned or wiggled my bottom. He found my clit again and rubbed it gently in time with his thrusts. I was moaning nearly constantly.

"Make me cum... Yeah, just like that, rub my clit... Oh yeah..." I wriggled my bum. "I little more... faster..."

He tweaked my nipple with one hand and rubbed my clit as he thrust in and out. I came again. He didn't stop. I was so sensitive I pleaded for him to stop and tried to push his hand away but he kept stroking until my complaints stopped and I begged him to continue.

I came again. Several little small convulsions. He must have felt it for he stopped tickling my clit and began to thrust harder and faster. He grabbed for purchase onto both my breasts and squeezed hard as he drove pile driver strokes into my poor aching, abused pussy.

Finally he drove one last stoke and grunted as he filled me with more of his cum. I had another little orgasm while he was finishing.

We lay there locked together until I felt his shrinking dick fall out of me. It was followed by a small rush of spend. We pulled apart and this had to be the first time I had seen him shrunk to his normal size. He moved up beside me and we cuddled quietly for ten minutes or so.

"It is time to get cleaned up. We have to check out by noon." I got up and gathered my clothes. I blew him a kiss as I went through the connecting door. "See you in about twenty minutes."

* * * * *

Three hours later we were well on our way to being home. We had discussed everything that had happened over the weekend. He had repeated the Six Four Two formula until he had it memorized and I had given him all the tips I could think of on how to please Sylvia.

Of course all the talk of sex had got him hard again. You can't keep a good man down. I began to watch for a likely side road. One more for the road. I giggled.

"What is so funny?" Ray asked.

"Nothing. Just I have some business to take care - can you pull off on the next side road?"

"What do you need?"

"A little privacy - turn there," I pointed to a dirt side road that led into some trees. He dutifully slowed the car and turned. "And stop there," I pointed at a little road that disappeared into the forest. He pulled in carefully and stopped. I got out and stretched. The see-through blouse and flesh tone bra did their job. He got out too. I walked to the rear of the car and bent over and put both my hands on the trunk ornament. "What is a girl to do when a big strong stranger comes up behind her and flips up her skirt..."

He was behind me so fast I thought the ground was smoking. Up went my skirt. Down went his pants. In went his salami - I wasn't wearing panties. I was wet and filled to overflowing. 

Roy stroked in and out slowly. He fondled my breasts and reached under me to find my clit. As my heart began to race, he pumped faster, his engorged piston striking deep. In and out, back and forth. He groaned.

"Just a little more... think bricks..." I cautioned.

"I am..." he said through gritted teeth, "I've built a whole bloody castle, moat and all..." He moved his hands to my waist and pulled me back on to his prick.

"Add another tower... Ohh.... another wall... oh God! I'm cumming!" 

I felt Ray blast with his hose, filling my tunnel with his cum once again. My knees shook as I came too and I nearly collapsed on the ground. I couldn't fall, I was caught on his love hook.

Once I regained some strength, I pulled my panties out of my skirt pocket and slipped into them. "This load isn't for you." I smiled at him.