0 comments/ 34336 views/ 1 favorites The Best Of Men By: anglosextantyen4u Wednesday at 8 am I opened an email. It was from LS6221. She wrote to meet me. If I wanted to. If not, to write back. That's all it said. I took a deep breath, and went outside. The breeze felt good, and I felt good, with a not so-familiar gnawing in my stomach. I was supposed to meet a woman about something Thursday. I pulled into the park about 8 am. I found my after shave lotion. I am and always have been an Aqua Velva man. I had my mint Tic Tacs. I knew I had at least thirty minutes to wait. Waiting for a woman is nothing for me...I seldom wait for one. I waited for Leigh patiently in the park. I did not have a pen handy, or my checkbook. Didn't need a brochure. The lady wasn't selling or renting real estate. She wasn't selling Avon or anything else. She was meeting me and I was meeting her and it wasn't for business. If I saw her with a cell phone I expected she'd use it once, put the device back in her purse. Maybe she would turn it off. Well, I have to be fair about those things. I didn't think Leigh would get in my car, but I didn't take any chances. The car was clean except for the ashtray, and I promptly dumped the ashtray on the grass. Something I don't usually do. Mr. Thoughtful takes the cigar butts to the nearest trash can. There was nobody out here. This city park was not the safest but it was an idyllic time of day. It was early in the morning on a Thursday. The drunks and the drug culture were still asleep. If any did come around Leigh said she had a BB gun and I had a can of Raid. I did not have to wait as long as I thought I might. Leigh pulled up in a black Chevrolet I did not recognize. I wondered where her tank was. It didn't matter. Leigh was in a Malibu, early 2000s. Leigh was not wasting time as she pulled up on my driver side, leaving a parking spot between us. The momentum threw her forward just a little. She threw the car into park and cut the engine. Leigh relaxed her shoulders and sat back, slowly. She took the keys out of the ignition and then looked down into her lap. She got her cell phone out of her bag. Leigh was calling someone, and I reckon I knew. She was about to have a conversation with a man, a man she knew intimately. She was a little anxious. The window on her side was up almost almost all the way. Leigh pulled her glasses off and placed them in her purse. She listened calmly to a masculine voice on the other end of a fiber optic bundle. My friend looked over at me, then Leigh looked ahead. She said bye, I thought, and hung up the phone. She seemed okay to me. I got out of my car, making sure I had my keys before I closed the door. I walked around behind Leigh's car and toward her door. She was getting out. We said hello. Leigh said "It's nice outside." I said "Yeah, want to go over to those benches near the birch tree?" Leigh had her bag and she was wearing her glasses again. It was a little cloudy and the lenses were kind of dark. Leigh smelled nice and I smelled like Aqua Velva. I used a body wash that morning with a mild fragrance, and some good talcum body. We sat at a distance and I listened mostly to Leigh's present agenda. She was kind of nervous. This Thursday morning I hoped that something was going to happen for us both. I hoped for an intimate first time. The sparkling, fire-haired Leigh told me she did not have to be at the office until 10. "I said I had some running around to do." I kinda snickered, and put my hands in my pockets. Leigh was sitting five or six inches from me on the concrete bench. She crossed her arms and gave me an unreadable but nice look. Leigh let my levity pass, but noticed it. She smacked me on the leg and said "Let's go sit on the bleachers". There was a softball field behind us and we walked over. I went to the far end of the first set of brown bleachers and we both sat on the bottom one. I sat on the end and Leigh sat next to me. I reached in my pocket for the Tic Tacs, and had to stand up. I was wearing tight jeans, straight leg, "Do you want a Tic Tac?" I held out the little box. Leigh said "Why don't we have something else". She took a California navel orange out of her purse. I sat back down next to her and she said "Here." She held out a bright orange. I started to peel the orange with my fingers and Leigh said "Why don't you use your teeth?" She was looking at me as if it were a command. So I put the orange to my mouth and broke the leathery skin of the orange. I pulled the skin off and Leigh was still looking intensely at me. She moved a little closer to me on the bench. I took her meaning finally, and I pulled a slice of the orange off and started to hand it to Leigh. Leigh took my arm and brought the orange slice up to her mouth. She was looking at the fruit now and brought it up to her lips, then ate it. Leigh took the orange from me, while I was looking at the trees past the field. I was trying to think about the brush under the trees and the birds that were over there calling. Leigh and I fed each other the orange. I didn't get a drop of juice on either of us. Neither did Leigh. I didn't expect her to. We took turns tearing slices out of the navel orange and putting the slice in each other's mouth. Leigh looked in my face sometimes when she took a bite of the orange. She brought out a small plastic grocery bag from her purse. I found some clean napkins in my jeans. Together we cleaned up the slices and the seeds from the sweet orange. Leigh said "I have not been alone with anyone but Klein in my life. Not since we have been married. Not for the last forty-two years." I started to say I knew that, but I was quiet. Was I somebody. "It's a picnic." I finally said. "Right" Leigh said. "Glad you brought something to eat." "Me too." I said, wanting to sound miserable. "What have you been doing the last few days"? Leigh asked, pulling her hair back, adjusting her slender frame on the bleacher. I was trying to be still, and doing a decent job of it. I turned to her and my eyes were on her arm. I wanted both her arms around me. I did not look at her hazel eyes, at the moment. I could. It seemed better to wait. Better...because I had to take my time. If Leigh was going to wait, that is. Wait for what? Take a long friendship and put it in a hot blaze of dry pine? "I've been thinking about you, about seeing you today, out here at this park." I was looking over at the woods again. The woods were not a place I wanted to do anything with Leigh. I was using the woods to avoid looking at my friend. She had on a dark green polyester shirt that was shiny and clung to her without being tight. I couldn't distract myself, and I was getting hard. That's how I am. I was wildly attracted and already close to the beautiful lady beside me. "I've been thinking about today, too. I changed my mind quite a few times." I heard Leigh say that and I carefully swung my legs over the bench to face her. "When was the last time? That you changed your mind, I mean." "It was last night. I was sitting with Klein in the living room. I asked him what was on television. I had fallen asleep on the sofa. Klein was reading the NY Times and he looked up at the TV. 'I don't know'. he said. "I pretended to fall asleep. I thought about the last time my husband made love to me at sunrise. Before we had breakfast, before we went out for coffee and donuts." "You couldn't remember?" I asked. Leigh was looking down at her hands in her lap. I reached for Leigh's hand. With a deliberate motion I brought Leigh's hand to my face. I pressed her hand, kissed it, while Leigh sat, her eyes half-closed. I slowly turned her hand and kissed the palm of her soft hand all over. Leigh looked straight at me. I reached down, pulled her leg over so that Leigh was facing me. I looked at her crystal eyes, her nose, her blush lips. I was hot for this woman big time, but also I saw her apprehensiveness. She felt a danger. I recognized it easily. I saw her insecurity, but I saw too a melting fortitude in Leigh's eyes. She was ready for a good time, and I was it. Leigh was about to be unfaithful with me, but Dionysian pleasure needs more than independent will to conquer a day's work. More than years of work. Leigh was not from the hedonist school. A little liquor at the end of a long day was what she required. Leigh did not simply throw off her traditions. Naturally I had no traditions to throw off. Every day was a new mistake. Or a variation. I went ahead and kissed Leigh and I felt her kiss me back. It was not a New Year's Eve kiss. The kiss was with emphasis. My hands were on Leigh's waist. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed against me, sitting up. Leigh put her hands down on my groin. She looked in my face and smiled a wicked little smile. Leigh moved to face the softball field again. I did not know what was next. I watched Leigh put a hand on my leg and Leigh said "I know the way you are, Ray. I know how you rage for it. Sex between us can only happen once. And not again." 1.Isn't she supposed to say that afterwards, and not before? Is Leigh thinking of herself now, or thinking about me? Possibly she thought about both of us as she said it. I was not sure I believed her. You might change your mind, your lusty wench. I was on the softball field with a woman, a beautiful, very nice woman. I had gotten to first base. Sex was...more than making a home run? I wish I could meet a girl to get what I wanted. It was never that way. Here I was with Leigh. I cared about Leigh. My normal way was the right way, for a change. Leigh wanted an outside man and I was the choice, for one passionate time. I was her logical choice. We would both be happy, for a few hours. Or less. I'd have the memory, and that's all life is anyway. The clock was running and it was the first inning. ... Leigh and I walked back to our cars. We got in her car and she drove to a town about 22 miles away. Leigh put the radio on an oldies station and turned it down until the music was soft. She started talking about customers in the office the last couple of days. Some were nice she said, some were thick. Some of them were not doing business but looking for Staples or a hardware store. As we got on the bypass, Leigh said that everybody thought she was going shopping in Threesville. On the highway she began asking questions. "Ray, are you attracted to me?." I laughed and was quiet. I reached over to stroke her hair, and she didn't seem to mind. She drove as if unaware. But I still think she liked me touching her soft cinnamon hair. Leila liked being touched, I thought. I let my fingers touch her ear for a second and pulled my hand back. "Yes, Leigh" I answered. Leigh looked over at me for a second as she checked traffic in the rear view. She went around a produce truck. Leigh was a smart observant, driver. She stayed in the right-hand lane as much as time allowed. "It took long enough for you to answer" the sexy driver said. Leigh's eyes were on the road. "There is only one answer" I said to Leigh. "I just did not feel like answering casually." Leigh did not say anything for a few minutes and said, in fact breathed, "That is good, Ray. I am glad you don't feel casual about anything. Anything about us, or today." I started looking out the windows at the trees far off the highway. They looked like great forests. Actually the great forests were about four hundred feet deep and ended at a neighborhood or a secondary road. Doctors lived back there, and young couples in mobile homes. Leigh spoke again. "I don't know why I'm with you, Ray. Why I'm most likely going to a room with you. Why I'll probably let you fuck the hello out of me." I thought of saying "Because you want to." I changed my mind and was glad. I did remember meeting Leigh, and it was a long time ago. I was getting drunk on bourbon and we'd talk on the phone. I was always a gentleman with her. But it wasn't stiff conversation. After a couple of years Leigh and I became good friends. Eventually she started sharing things with me, personal facts. That was five or six years later. Then after more years passed I started making light passes at Leigh, and the passes were little jokes. Leigh smiled her incredibly beautiful smile every time and walked away, me watching. I glanced over at Leigh and I watched a maroon VW going by. "People usually have more than one reason for changing jobs, or taking a trip" I said. "Or having a fling. Or any kind of thing we do. What I do, for example. I do nothing progressive with my life." I was basically keeping the conversation going, though my words were true. We passed a farm where a guy on a tractor drank a soda. "You trust me, Leigh?" "Yes, Ray, I trust you. I don't want to blow your mind, though. Going to bed with you is something won't do with any other man. Except for my husband. I know you." We were almost to Threesville. The billboard on the left was a Walmart ad. It said ALL YOU WANT. "Where do you want to eat?" Leigh asked. "In the car?" I returned. Leigh adjusted her dark prescription glasses, and said "Perfect." It was my treat. I didn't ask. I could see Ron McDonald just up ahead. ................ The last french fry was gone. Leigh's cheeseburger disappeared, and the sandwich wrapper lie on her white outstretched bag. Both were almost immaculate. I had vaporized my quarter pounder, so I stuffed the french fry bag and two napkins in the box and the box in the bag. I put Leigh's trash in the same bag and crumpled it. I got out and tossed our trash. I did not see the maitre d'. Everything on the grounds looked good. The sun was peeking out from over the clouds. I didn't have sinus trouble. I thought about the time of day, and I knew we could not check in anywhere. I got back in the car, looked at my little travel clock. I said "Where will we go? It isn't one yet." I was a man obviously in search of closure. Leigh knew the time. She knew It was too early to check in anywhere. Too early to go to a hotel. I had the money for a room and I looked forward to having the key in my hand. Leigh looked up at the Golden Arches. She lifted her eye wear to view me with a long straw in my mouth. I was sipping loudly on the last of my Coke trapped below blocks of ice. "I have a friend. I called her earlier this week. She is gone off on business until Monday and we can go there." I sat up in the seat and looked past Leigh at the cars whispering by. "Okay, honey." We looked at each other. We were both nervous, but I was more anxious. Leigh was nervous and very shy about being naked in front of someone other than husband. We kissed and buckled up. Leigh headed out on the boulevard further west into town. She turned onto a street with lots of pines and then turned into a small group of apartments. The apartments were brick, nice and private, with dark brown fences on either side of the building. Leigh stopped the car in front of Apartment C. She got out and looked behind a crate that held newspapers. I was still in her car and she held up a key. A smile on her face. Leigh still her glasses on. They stayed dark all the time. I didn't wear any eye wear so I was naked the whole time. I got out and Leigh locked her car. She went inside the apartment and I was right behind her. Leigh said "Robin's housekeeper must have just been." I looked at her. "Can't you smell the air freshener?" she asked. I just wanted to verify. Our privacy was important to us both. I was more concerned about getting caught, but we were in another town. Leigh did not have to worry. She was the one in this affair cheating, and Leigh had a conscience about it. But she wanted something she wasn't getting at home, at all. "Nice of your friend" I said. Leigh went in the kitchen, brushed her teeth. I saw the bathroom, went in and closed the door. The bathroom was sparkling clean. I took care of some personal items like going to the bathroom, combing my hair. I found some mouthwash and rinsed well, making sure the sink was nice and shiny afterwards. Leigh was on the sofa when I came out of the bathroom, reading National Geographic. Leigh had taken off her sandals and her short brown stockings were lying on top. With my heart going bump, bump, bump, and my mouth dry, I took Leigh's smooth hand. Leigh put the magazine back in the rack. We walked together, holding each other, and went to the bedroom. "Ray, look for the thermostat. It's kinda cool." I let Leigh's hand go. I went off to find the thermostat and turn the apartment up some. "Will you look in the hall closet and get a light blanket?" Leigh hollered. I teased Leigh. "Ray will you get me a glass of warm milk?" mimicking Leigh. Leigh called back "No, the milkman only rings once. I missed him." I found a light woolen blanket. We did not really want to mess Robin's sheets up. I kind of liked the idea of Leigh and I under this, hot and naked, until the cover sails off the bed on its own power. I went back into the bedroom and Leigh had taken off her slacks and her shirt and her slip. Leigh was in pink panties and a pink brassiere, lying back on both pillows. The bed was a double, with a redwood headboard and two black stained nightstands. Leigh Terrel still had her glasses on, only the lenses were not as dark."Leigh, honey, take off your glasses, OK?." It was her shyness turned comical, and she was cute. Leigh took her glasses off and laid them on the nightstand. She watched me pull off my black golf shirt. I took off my tee-shirt next, feeling a little self-conscious with Leigh watching. -------------- I sat on the side of the bed. Leigh was sitting like a statue. I cannot decide my favorite thing about her. Leigh is so unbelievably beautiful. It must be her eyes, when I get to see them. And they tell how she feels, always. I worried about Leigh's eyes, later, after our trip was over. If Leigh's eyes betrayed her, could hide her emotions? Could she successfully B.S. Klein or other people about what happened that day? Or what she had on her mind? If anything? Klein was a virile man. The way I saw it, he was partly responsible for Leigh going out and getting laid. Maybe completely responsible. Klein was in excellent physical shape and could make love to his wife as much as he wanted. There was nothing wrong with Leigh, unless the attraction was gone somehow. Unless Klein had another woman and the guy no longer wanted Leigh, a goddess. I forget to remember, I never did marry. I thought Leigh was a goddess and I wanted her. She was there on the bed, waiting. Leigh studied me now, like she always did, like she studied everyone. So I leaned over to kiss her and I stopped her from studying. Leigh had turned on the little lamp. "We don't need this on do we?" I reached across Leigh and turned the light out. Our faces were a few inches apart. The sun was partly in the clouds, and Robin's shears were closed. I stood up and undressed down to my boxer shorts. I was almost erect. Leila looked at the tent in my blue plaid boxers, then looked up at me. "Ray" her voice rough, "would you you get us some water?" I did, because I knew I'd be thirsty later too. When I got back to the bedroom with two glasses of iced water, Leila was under the blanket. I set the glasses down. Leigh was lying partly on her side, her head on the satin pillow slip and the blanket up around her neck. It was sexy and classic. "Are you naked under there?" "I am naked." "I want to see you." Leigh was in her late fifties but you couldn't tell it. She was timeless. I looked at Leigh all the time when at her office, with a "casual discretion". She busted her ass to keep it fine, hot, and pretty. But Leigh's good looks were not for other men. She did not like "the once over" from a guy. She didn't give guys the time of day, outside of business. The Best of Men: The Sea In "The Best Of Men" Leigh arranges to see long-time friend Ray and they go to bed. Although it is her idea, Leigh is skittish about the affair and intends for Ray and her to only go off together once. But she sees Ray several times after the day at her friend's apartment. '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' "Don't you love the ocean?" I asked Leigh. "Yes, Ray". The woman beside me didn't look up from her People magazine. She put her hand on my arm, then rested her elbow in the crook of my arm. We both had identical lawn chairs except for the colors. Leigh's was a tutti fruity design of yellows, oranges and lime, and my own chair was black. Leigh did look up at last to admire the Atlantic Ocean shore. "We picked a good day to venture to the ocean side, boyfriend. The surf is not so loud. Oh, look." Leigh pointed in the direction of a tugboat traveling past the pier. Flying south down the beach were pelicans in a flock of five or six. "You see the pelicans? One of them is white." "So it is." I answered. I thought it was some other species of bird just tagging along. It was a nice March day to go to the beach. I never had been to Wrightsville Beach. It felt like 20 years since I was on or at a beach. Leigh suggested here because Leigh and "another guy" own a trailer nearby. Leigh said we could take a shower at the trailer. If the trailer was very cold we could waste some hot water, she said. That all depends, I said, but to myself. Leigh wanted to do the driving again and we rode to the beach in her little Malibu. She wore cutoff jeans. I was about to chew the seat belt apart. Leigh's cutoffs stopped just below Love Valley. God knows, she has the nicest legs. Not the pretties legs, I told her the nicest. If we were listening to George Jones or Tammy Wynette I'd been bound to say prettiest. Leigh's legs are not skinny. They are streamlined, and just enough fat to make them tasty. I tried to run my hand over Leigh's thigh and watched the surf slide up the brown sand. Leigh pushed my hand away, a veiled smile upon her face. The glossy magazine glowed in front of her, balanced on her knees. "Do your word find puzzle." Leigh demanded. "O.K. sweetie pie." I get bored with them after I have found all the words that spell across left to right. So I tossed the puzzle book aside and looked in my shirt for a cigar. I stood downwind from Leigh, or as close to that standing on a beach as is possible. I fired up the little cigar and looked over at the pier past her. A few tiny figures walked back and forth on the distant pier. Some looked to be fishing. Leigh was wearing a bikini, but only because we were at the beach. Then again, I might get to see her in the bikini. She had on the cutoffs and she had a Rip Torn shirt on, a white polyester button-down. "That your shirt?" I inquired like a jerk. "No. My brother gave it to me. It's two sizes too big. See?" She raised an arm. Leigh looked out at the water and back down at her magazine, flipping pages. I was thinking about 9 ½ Weeks. Kim Basinger does a strip tease for Mickey Rourke. Basinger has on a top hat, a black skirt and a white dress shirt, plus her intimates. Everything comes off by the time Joe Cocker finishes the song. Not naked for the camera, the actress holds a white table cloth in front of her at the finale. "We need a white table cloth, babe. Your jeans will work fine." "What are you talking about?" Leigh looked at me. She had on pink sun-glasses. With obsidian black lenses I could not see possibly see through. "The old movie Nine and A Half Weeks. Remember the striptease?" "What made you think of that movie?" Leigh asks. I had on sunglasses today, and I gave Leigh the once over. My sunglasses were more revealing. I looked at Leigh's cleavage, waiting for an answer. "I don't have the body Kim Basinger had then. Or has now, I suppose." "Your body is my temple, baby." I pulled up the shades. Leigh smiled a smile brighter than the sun in a ultraviolet sky. "You are sweet" Leigh said. Then she pulled up her sunglasses and looked at me for more than a minute. I held her gaze. "How can you compare..." and she did not finish. "Because I am so picky, now that I have tasted all the rotting produce." Leigh lost her magazine and her sunglasses flew off her head. ::::::::::::::::::::::: It was cloudless, 73 degrees Fahrenheit, with only a light breeze. Leigh looked at her little jeweled watch and noted she had to be back in Goldbug before 4 pm. She closed her magazine. Seeing I was about to be called upon I crushed out the little cigar in the surf. It was 12:00. We talked about what we wanted to do for lunch. Leigh gave me her brush and I brushed her hair. "Why don't we have cold cuts, or something simple at least." I thought out loud. "Less to clean up would be nice." Leigh said. Her eyes were open now, and she tied her hair back into a pony tail. "Then lunch won't be a lot of trouble" I chimed in. "More time to read a paper or a magazine." "Or watch a soap opera" Leigh said, a sly grin on her face. The former hair stylist yawned and said "We'll be alone." I dumped white Tic Tacs into my mouth. It was all I could do to act casual. That last remark was an obvious come on, and I knew the woman. When we got to the car, we made a quick list. I jotted groceries down as fast as my human eye could follow. Leigh drove to the local supermarket and she stayed in the car. She tied a blue scarf over her head and put one of my grape cigars in her mouth. She had no intention of smoking the cigar. Leigh didn't smoke. She just put up with me. Before she put the cigar in her mouth I kissed the wayward angel on the lips. "Don't talk to strange men." I warned. "Strange, you seem like one." Leigh said, and put the cigar back into her mouth. She turned on the radio to new country. I was on the ball. It's usually easy to find stuff in a grocery store by paying attention to the signs. Usually, that is. I found the chips, wine, and nuts. I walked briskly back to the delicatessen and picked up sliced ham and Swiss. At the checkout counter I took care of everything. I was going to give Leigh her twenty back when we returned to Hell. When we got to Leigh's trailer I wanted to talk for a few minutes. Leigh pulled the car up the grassy driveway until she was parked beside the trailer. The trailer was on her side of the car. A hill with trees was on mine. She turned off the engine and rolled the windows all the way down. "I'm not sure I know everything, but I like knowing as much as I can." I said quietly, smoothly. Leigh had her scarf off now, and removed her sunglasses. Leigh still had the small cigar. "I'm where I am supposed to be." Leigh informed me, holding the little cigar between her fingers. She put the cigar in my mouth. Leigh sounded like her location and purpose was not all that important. I said "But you never do this. Come down here alone during the week." Leigh looked over at me. She was studying me, like she did back in Robin's apartment. I looked out the car window, then said "Oh, I see. You have a fill-in or a substitute." "I do actually have a reason to be down here. I'm going to say the insurance agent was sick. I was going to talk to the agent about the trailer." "Okay" I said. Then I asked about her mom. Leigh wouldn't care for my company if I did not think of her mother. I knew what a doting mom Leigh had. "I talked to her when you were in the supermarket." Then Leigh said "My mother trusts me more than my spouse." We ate standing up in the little kitchen. We split a sandwich and ate chips out of the bag. On a Tuesday afternoon there was nothing to watch. That is my opinion no matter how many channels are there to choose from. Leigh played a reggae CD and had some Lambrusco. She kept the wine in the refrigerator. I don't drink and had Coca-Cola. Cola drinks are terrible for the human body. They can screw up a man's performance in bed. I was leaning against the counter looking at Leigh's behind. We were both finished eating and Leigh was on the phone talking to the insurance firm of Elbow and Elbow. When she hung up she kissed me and said she had to go to the bathroom. "Be careful" I chirruped. I looked out the kitchen window to see a green hummingbird at a feeder. I started daydreaming about Boy Scout camping trips. The campground we used had everything except beer and women... "RAY". Leigh's voice from the bathroom brought me back to the present. I walked to the bathroom door and knocked. "Go see if the front door is locked" Leigh said. "Uh, okay." I said, sounding like a dipstick. I jogged to the front door and locked it. I took my tee-shirt off, heading back to the bathroom. I pulled off my tennis shoes. I never wear sandals, not even in oceanside communities. I got my socks off and took off my blue jeans. I knocked on the bathroom door and said "Leigh." I pushed the door open and Leigh was in the shower. Oh man, I thought. What a great body you have. Leigh just turned sixty. The only woman I ever knew to tell me her age. She offered me her driver's license. I asked Leigh's age the second time I saw her. I waved the card away. I believed when she told me her age. But I did not believe her. Because she looked so damn good, and because she acted... young. There was a pretty large gap between our ages. The day at the beach I got to see Leigh, completely and in all her glory, for the first time. We had been together two other times. Seeing her now, through the shower curtain, I still could not see her clearly. The other two times I met Leigh she managed to keep me from seeing all of her. Last time she was really shy and so made me keep the lights off. It was at night in a motel room. I doused the lights,disappointed. But only a little, because I was alone with a beautiful woman who wanted it. In the shower Leigh was turned toward away from me. I pulled the curtain aside and looked down at Leigh's gorgeous buttocks. When she heard the curtain rattle, she turned around, semi-surprised. "Ray." was all Leigh said. "I wanted a shower" I said. Leigh looked down. I was quickly getting stiff. I got in the shower. Leigh wanted me to wash her back, which I did. I looked at Leigh's ass again. Leigh made the water a little more than lukewarm. I was hard, turned on by the sight of Leigh. The water felt good on my face and shoulders. "Leigh, please turn around." Leigh turned around and looked at me again. I asked "You notice your legs and my legs?" I was looking directly at Leigh's bush. I put my hands on Leigh's hips and kissed her low on her neck. "We are the perfect height" I told her. Leigh looked me up and down, the water falling down on both our heads. She put a hand up to her face and looked down at my crotch. Leigh had a half-smile on her lovely face. She got my message. "So we are, Ray." Leigh and I washed each other off with the aloe soap and the one washcloth. I started playing with Leigh's soapy breasts. She turned me until my back was against the tiled wall and kissed me. This woman had a hunger for my touch. I don't remember another female having that hunger, or showing it. I kissed Leigh back with a great intensity and feeling. I did not know what crazy passion I had for this redheaded Republican. Nothing else and no one was important. Leigh kissed my neck a few times, and put her mouth on my small nipples. She stood back up and looked at me for a long time. "You like THIS as much as you like ME?" Leigh asked. Her head was tilted back a bit, looking in my eyes. I blinked. I didn't know what to say. I turned Leigh so I could play with her pussy. She turned her head and bit my earlobe gently, while I stroked and entered her with a finger. She was a wet sugar mama. Leigh looked down at my hard reddened cock. She took it in her hand. I looked at Leigh and her eyes looked toward the ceiling. I felt myself slide into Leigh's vulva. She was tight. It was easy to think of her as decades younger. We both stood with our feet flat on the floor of the bathtub. I asked Leigh if she was comfortable. She licked soap off her lips and nodded. My back and my butt were against the sweaty tile walls, while Leigh plunged my erection into her over and over. Leigh's hands were tight on my arms. I pressed my fingers into her firm butt and her hips. I held Leigh around the small of her back, kissing her neck. Leigh pulled me out of her once, and I got soft. We rested a moment. We made out and held each other, the warm water sliding down Leigh's face in rivulets. Leigh frenched me and I got hard as a rock again. Leigh was against the wall, flat except for her small concave ass. I pushed my rigid staff all the way into Leigh, and my rhythm brought her to muffled whimpers of joy and to my own crescendo. Our love calls were short, soft like far off albatrosses. Sometimes we were loud, like gulls out over the sea. Leigh looked at me, and away, her head against mine. ..................... Leigh found some towels she wanted to throw away and we used them to mop up the bathroom. We sang "Row, row, row your boat." We were both famished and split another sandwich. "I'm sorry your insurance deal fell through" I said to Leigh. She was brushing her hair, and let it fall without the pony tail. She looked over at me. We were in her car, fixing our hair like we were going to the ball. "Yes, it was a waste of time." Leigh agreed. "To ride down here, see the beach, and get soaked." "Yeah. But we are clean." I turned the fan on high and inhaled grape smoke. How sweet it is. The Best Of Men: Treasures Of Loving "What is your favorite thing in lovemaking, Ray?" "I like it all Leigh. Although I have never had anal intercourse." "Never? Well, that's O.K. Neither have I. Sounds like it would be rather painful. What do you enjoy a lot?" "Oh, Leigh. I like oral sex." "Giving or receiving?" Leigh asked. She sounded a little anxious. "I like both, honey. I will admit to you I like getting it, but I like going down on you, Leigh". I could hear Leigh breathing a little heavily on the phone. She liked for me to eat her. I loved to eat her. If Leigh liked cunnilingus but not going down on me, then fine. Because personally, I was lucky. I was her lover, somehow. Leigh was my friend. There is class and there is money---why people don't see the difference, I don't know. She thought I was attractive and she thought I had some class. Dissatisfied with her husband, and with latest changes in the NHL, Leigh chose me to have an affair with. Being the horny little bastard I was and am, I went for it. I was, in Leigh's opinion, a lot younger. But our affair was her idea. She was the instigator. Leigh was giving enough. She gave me something to make arranging things easier, a cellular phone. I truly did not want her to pay for a wireless, but it was a no contract phone. I never called Leigh. When she called me Wednesday she was out in the sticks on her truck. I was outdoors smoking. "Do you think it's more fun on the floor, or in a chair, or the bed?" Leigh asked. It sounded like she was at a shopping center now in Greater Baked County. "Honestly Leigh? The bed is the place. It really is." "I think so too, Ray. So listen, baby." I was listening. "I am taking off Thursday and Friday. Friday Mother and I are going to Vance County to see her cousin. I want to see you Thursday." I want to see you Thursday. Those six words turned me on. A woman who was not a court official, or a doctor, saying she wanted to see me in an official matter. Leigh in her clear and pretty voice saying she wants to see me. "Are we going to play parlor games?" I asked. "No, Ray. I want to suck your cock. I want to give you head slow and lovingly." I had quite a coughing spell. Then I put the phone to my ear again and said "Leigh, are you there?" "Yes, Ray. I'm here." I asked Leigh when and where and how and what I must do. Leigh told me she'd send me an instant message and she went into the shopping center to meet her friend for a sub. About six o'clock I got the message and wrote back: "O.K. Yes. Fine. Great." The message said: "I am going to get us a room where I can. Probably John Hobbit. We can park behind the hotel. Why don't you bring us some cold cuts and cheese. Can you get me some vodka?" That night I jotted down some items. Then I went to the supermarket down the street. I bought: a small pack of turkey, another small pack of white sliced chicken, and a pack of ham, all thin slices. Monterey Jack cheese and Claussien pickles. Wheat crackers, pimiento stuffed olives and Pepperidge Farm cookies. Pomegranate cocktail. I drove over to the ABC. I had not been there in quite a while. It was a cinch to go into the store and buy Leigh's vodka. I didn't want any whiskey. I did not want a drink of anything, and did not mind seeing anyone else drink. I knew one thing, and that was I wanted a very good drink for Leigh. I bought her three airplane bottles of Grey Goose vodka. Before I went back to the refugee camp I went into a dollar store and got some paper flowers to decorate the hotel room. I bought some candle jars too, jasmine and mulberry. I thought that with some conscious effort we would not burn the hotel down. We might set the bed on fire with our burning hot bodies. ............ Thursday morning dragged by. I was in the nearby park, smoking cigars and killing up time. I thought about all the time I've been back in Goldbug, my social alienation and living without HBO. I have spent so much of my life alone. But I get more loving than poor misfits just like me. It's getting better. Now there's Leigh, and I am enjoying her. I sat and smoked another seventy-eight cent cigar. God, how have I managed to get in the sack with her? This affair was going to end soon. I wanted something good to come out of it. I wanted Leigh to bang her husband five or six times a week after the two of us said our goodbyes. But I really thought Leigh would keep on doing what she was doing. Not doing it with the man of her house. All I could do was have fun with her, in private. I wasn't her sex therapist anyway, I was her boyfriend. The little cellular phone played "Let Me Call You Sweetheart" and I picked it up. "Hey" was all I said. I was open to any suggestions of intimate touching. "What are you doing?" Leigh said. She sounded happy, upbeat. "I'm at the park, enjoying a breeze. Where are you, sweetie?". It was a little after 12 P.M. "I am in the break room, alone for a moment. Did you eat?" Leigh asked. "No. But I have some party snacks." "I have a room for us. It's at the John Hobbit, on the third floor facing back." "That's great, honey. How much was the room?" I took the last drag from a cigarillo and tossed it. Leigh would not say what the room was. I said "Honey I wanted to get the room." I really did. I didn't care if it was easier was on Leigh. "It's O.K., Ray. This was my idea. I don't do parks." I laughed. "Well, I've had a good time in some parks." Leigh told me the check-in time. She said she found a little something at the Walmart for the occasion. I hoped it was a little something that wasn't Daddy's old cotton tee-shirt. The John Hobbit Hotel was a 20 to 30 minute drive, over in Feltford. I was going in my own car. I was going to spend the night there, alone, and Leigh was going home to her husband. So I'd be staying alone overnight in the nice hotel. That was kind of bittersweet. ................... I saw the hotel coming up. It was almost 2:15. I thought there are nice motels around. A motel would be less. Leigh did not want to go to a motel. I had not been in a hotel since I was a kid. Leigh and I had a good time every time we met and now we were going to be in an upscale setting. We would have our little party and take advantage of the luxury accommodations. I went in the drive and around to the back. The sun was out, and it was pretty March weather. Leigh got out of her car and put a big brimmed hat on. She was wearing black wayfarer glasses and had on dark red lipstick. She reminded me of Audrey Hepburn, except Leigh's hair was burgundy. Leigh's hair was tied back and she had onyx studs in her ears. Leigh was pretty. Of course all the accessories were a disguise. I walked over to Leigh and said "Who may I ask, do I have the pleasure?" Leigh's smile changed to a look of collusion, and she smirked. "You have the pleasure of me, if you want me." It was time for things to be simple. We were here. I had my grocery bag of goodies, including the Grey Goose. I almost forgot the cranberry juice but picked it up in a jiffy at a Food Lion on the highway. I believed that Leigh was going to make a drink or two before, and not after. Up until today, Leigh did not get lubricated with alcohol when we met. She and I had sex and both enjoyed it without any assistance. That made me feel very good about myself as a lover. Today, the wild woman was coming out to play, and meant to imbibe. Leigh was letting herself go this time. Or more so. She was a mature woman. She also had a permanent man. ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' I waited near the elevator. Leigh was having a problem at the desk. She finally took out her credit card and laid it on the desk in front of the guy. I thought about walking over to the desk and the guy looked over at me. I met his eyes for a moment and looked out across the lobby. He was busy looking at the book. After a moment I looked back over and Leigh looked more composed. Man, the woman had a nice figure. No, not plus size or full figure. Leigh was a willow, with subtle curves that men noticed a lot. It sometimes caused her a problem. Sometimes telling a guy she was spoken for did not solve the problem. Leigh walked over to me, still standing at the elevator. A well-dressed couple, in their thirties I guessed, were getting off. Leigh was beaming. "Ray, someone at the desk gave our room to another couple. But now we have a suite on the top floor. Ha!" Always the gentleman(even when I am horny), I asked my partner in crime how much more. "Ray, it won't cost any more because the hotel fucked up. Isn't it great?" "Leigh, you don't usually talk like that" I said, half-joking. The hotel guy thought Leigh was fine anyway. He didn't mind. Leigh and I got on the elevator. I put down my bag. Leigh was wearing a short royal blue dress that stopped halfway down her thighs. She was not wearing pantyhose. "Do you have any panties on, ma'am?" I asked. "Yes, Ray." She looked at me and rolled her eyes. I walked over and kissed Leigh on the lips. The elevator made no stops and we were at the fourth floor in a moment. The suite was at the end of the hall, and we saw no one as we walked arm in arm. To someone who had not seen a hotel room since childhood, I was impressed in a major way. The suite was not so sumptuous, but it was roomy. It looked kind of like an apartment. We went in through a small kitchen. On the left was the bedroom with two queens. On the right behind a wall was a room for entertaining, with a nice set of leather furniture and a coffee table. At the far end of the suite was a bathroom with a real nice shower and bath, and a separate bathroom. It was a great place to get Leigh alone. I could not afford it, of course. I knew most rooms like this one go to businessmen, on accounts. "Hey, honey" Leigh was standing by a nightstand, removing her high heels and her earrings. She said "I took a shower before I came out here, but I'm going to take a sponge bath." O.K. I'll fix us some food." Leigh went to the bathroom, undoing her belt. She went into the bathroom, turned on the light, and turned around. She pulled the dress over her head to reveal a decollete bra. "Daryl, can you find the thermostat?" "O.K. Angel." What a broad. I went to turn the room up. We both took sponge baths, and when I came out of the bathroom Leigh was in the little kitchen playing Sudoko. "I never played that" I said. "It's fun" Leigh said. She looked up at me. "You don't have a shirt on." I wasn't trying to turn her on, but I supposed I could. My physique is average. I have a lot of black hair on my chest and my stomach. "Your bathrobe." I said. "You're wearing it." "I called Mother. She thinks I am with Sunny shopping." "Shopping In Feltford?". I cocked my head a little, and scratched Leigh's back between her shoulder blades. She leaned against me, sitting in the chair. "Yes. Mother thinks its just a normal day." Leigh stood up and hugged me. Listen baby, let's eat. Aren't you hungry?." I said I was. ****** We walked into the room with the living room furniture. I had everything out on the table. I did not bring any cups, but I brought cheap napkins and cheap paper plates and we had a blast. We both drank from the bottle of pomegranate juice and agreed that it was wonderful. We ate the cold cuts on the crackers and we fed each other the olives. I took an olive and put it between my teeth, careful not to break the olive. I put my mouth to Leigh's and fed her the olive. Leigh found a glass somewhere and made her a cranberry and vodka cocktails. She did not drink like I used to drink. "The Grey Goose", Leigh smiled, holding up the tiny bottle. My hand started creeping up Leigh's leg. "Ray. You'll spoil the surprise." Leigh leaned over and gently nipped my ear. It tickled. I told Leigh I'd be right back and went into the bedroom. I wanted to stretch out on one of the beds and decided on the bed on the left. Both were queen size beds, big enough to accommodate a small family with a seeing eye dog. I lay down on my stomach. The bed was so damn comfortable. It was firm, but soft. I felt the aches in my body go away. I fell asleep and then awoke. I heard Leigh talking on her cellular. I didn't think she was talking to her mother. Apparently Klein was in Carter County, fishing with his friend Mac. Klein was an independent land developer. Despite being one of those, Klein was a friend, and so was Leigh. Leigh sounded distracted on the phone, and irritated. The conversation had something to do with a deal Klein made earlier in the week without Leigh's knowledge. She is upset, I thought. I felt a little guilty about listening to the conversation so I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Leigh sat on the edge of the bed I napped on. The covers were turned down just a little and her glass was almost empty except for the ice. My Backwoods cigars were on the nightstand. "Hey honey." the pretty girl said. Leigh's eyes were a mixture of desire and hurt, but no confusion. "Sweetheart, is everything alright?" I knew Leigh didn't want to share what she talked on the phone about. She knew I cared and that was prime. She was getting her act together, and still wanted to make love with the room at 76.5 degrees. Leigh still had the thick lilac robe on. "I'm fine, darling. Going to show you what I bought. I got it for you". Leigh gave me her best bedroom eyes and pulled the sash open. She let the robe fall over her shoulders and down on the covers. Leigh was wearing a brown sheer babydoll. Under the lingerie was only the black panties that were part of the outfit. "Thank you, baby" I said, my voice hoarse. "Can I take a closer look?". "Yes, if you take your pants off." Leigh said. I took my pants off and tossed them on the other bed. I threw down my boxers. James Bond hangs his clothes up, but I'm not him. I'm a sex-craving guy from America who is closing in on 50, and I don't have time for British neatness. Not now. Leigh looked at me, her eyes fixed on mine, and pulled her panties off carefully. She moved around between the beds and lay the panties on the other bed. We both lay down and faced each other. I touched the babydoll. It was soft and yielding. Leigh kept looking in my eyes and I kept her gaze. We moved closer and started kissing on the big comfortable bed. Leigh closed the drapes before I came out of the bathroom and in the semi-darkness intimacy was ours. I reached down to touch Leigh below the babydoll after waiting so long to touch her again. My hand was on her hip and then on her behind, stroking her buttocks lovingly. Leigh turned on her back and we both took off the babydoll. Leigh tossed it, and the lingerie fell on the other bed. "Leigh, are you..." She stopped me with a very passionate kiss. I was about to ask if she was ready to make love. Really make love. What I wanted to know if we were gonna screw like there was no tomorrow. "Daryl. I'm yours. Please yourself and you will please me. O.K.?" I ran my lips, my tongue and my hands everywhere on the front of Leigh's lovely body. I placed wet kisses on her shoulders, her arms, all over her breasts and then her stomach. My head was on Leigh's small soft breasts. I ran my fingers up and down her neat and compact vulva. Leigh's body was like the body of a very much younger woman, all over. Her vagina was that way. The center of her labia was the length of my finger. I caressed it and Leigh moaned with her mouth closed. I kissed one of her breasts all the while. Leigh's hands touched me sometimes, other times her hands rubbed the cool sheets. Her head was still and she made small noises of pleasure, blowing jets of air out of her mouth. "Sweet Jesus, Daryl." Leigh was not in control of her feelings, and I liked it. She liked it. I slid down the bed. I pushed Leigh's legs up and kissed the insides of her thighs briefly. Then I placed my hands under her ass and proceeded to eat Leigh's pussy. She cried out many times that afternoon. I loved hearing her. I loved going down on her. Leigh had given herself to me. I turned Leigh by a leg slowly to one side. Her vagina was parallel to my mouth. I pushed her leg up, making the opening more accessible without cramping Leigh's leg. I slid my tongue in, wondering if Leigh would get pleasure from me eating her like that. It was pretty clear she did enjoy it. I moved my tongue back and forth in her wet labia. Leigh made all kinds of noise. We rested. We talked about everything and nothing, about country convenient stores, about Gumby and Pokey. Anything that came to mind. Leigh was putty in my hands, I knew. She and I were having a good time and hang tomorrow. Leigh pushed me down on my back after some quiet moments. She kissed my stomach, and then kissed me further down. I said "Leigh, let me play with your pussy while you---" "While I what?" Leigh answered in a cool breathless way. "Oh, I don't know." Leigh said she was kidding me and giggled. My lover put her hand around my manhood and rubbed it until I felt a little moisture come out. She wiped the head off with the sheets. Without holding back, Leigh licked and kissed my shaft. The vodka dis-inhibited Leigh, a phenomena which is a basic fact of toxicology. Everywhere Leigh touched me around my erection and on it, felt very good. Leigh did not look very comfortable. She was lying on her side while I turned on my pelvis toward her. Leigh saw me looking at her quizzically, although I was having fun. She said "Is there something you would like?" I thought "it's request hour". My first idea I discarded, because I did not know how she'd feel about me standing by the bed while she sat on the bed. It felt very good to get oral in that position, but I might get the turndown. Leigh was a shy and mature woman, letting her hair down to please me. Still lying on my back I maneuvered Leigh into place between my legs, facing me. Leigh was on her stomach and her chest was on a pillow. I put two pillows under my back and against the headboard. A conventional position, but very effective. "Are you comfy that way?" I asked. "Yes, Ray" the sweet woman said. She tilted her head a little and said "What do I do now?" I shrugged, looking across the room at a painting, a Matisse of a woman reading. "I want you to be happy, baby. I want you to be a woman who is loved. You should be made love to several times a day. By a man who knows he doesn't deserve you." "Why don't you close your eyes, Ray." Leigh said. "O.K., Leigh." I closed my eyes. I felt Leigh's hands, her lips, her fingers, her tongue, Leigh's hair, her face all over my hardness. When I felt Leigh's warm mouth enclose me, I opened my eyes, I couldn't help it. "Oh, Leigh" I almost sobbed in deep cries of ecstasy. I rubbed Leigh's shoulders, playing with her hair, touching her ears. My head fell back on the headboard and I moaned. "Leigh, baby, you have to stop". Leigh had been giving me head for only a couple of minutes, and she did not understand. So I told her why I got her to stop so soon. I was about to explode from her lovemaking. Leigh did not want me to climax with her going down there. I was sure. "I'm glad it was such an intense experience for you, honey. I'm glad it felt so good." Leigh said. She sounded proud, and full of well-being. Was she never told she was a good lover? I am supersensitive. I let Leigh think what she wanted.. The magnetic attraction between us was high now and we made love. I told Leigh to lie on the bed and I trailed wet kisses down her back, all the way down to her buttocks. I ran my tongue down the crack of Leigh's ass and heard Leigh go "oh,oh,oh gosh." I put a finger into Leigh's vagina and pushed it in and out. Leigh got up on her hands and knees. She wanted me to make love to her from behind, doggie-style. Leigh enjoyed it that way. "Ray, its good, its so good, honey. Damn, it's good." The Best Of Men: Treasures Of Loving Leigh and I kissed a lot after. The kisses of lovers and of friends, or some friends. I felt very close to Leigh. Maybe I felt too close. We smoked a cigar while we lay there, watching the smoke clouds. I mused privately about my cosmic philosophy about men and women. All guys are born ignorant and grow up learning ignorance like a field or a subject. We could all learn so much, even without talk shows If men stay loyal to the the ignorant way, deny the real and important things about women, then the system of dislocation and disconnection works. After all, its the ignorant men of the world who usually have beautiful mates like Leigh. ............... Leigh and I got out of bed. Neither of us wanted to. There was this thing: Leigh was not going to make her body available to me anymore. I did not know that yet, but I had an idea. The woman and I were friends, had been for a long time. Leigh would still be friends. Besides, I could not meet her at a motel in Goldbug, and I had no place private enough right now. I was a lucky, lucky guy these past few weeks. Klein I felt was not a jerk, but he was a type of man. He took Leigh for granted. I took Leigh because by my own male logic, it was right. Leigh saw me for the passion she was not getting from her old man. But she liked me. I was glad somebody did. The local meteorologist hated me, and did not know me at all. Both of us sat back down in the entertaining room again, and had crackers with the warm meat and cheese. We drank the rest of the pomegranate cocktail. Then I saw Leigh with a slow deliberation take the cell phone out of her purse. Leigh called her wireless provider. With her arm around me, I heard her tell the service rep to cancel her service. I found out after she ended the call Leigh had a second cellular phone and phone account. It was the number the two of us had used, but I did not know why she had canceled. I was right there beside her. It dawned on me what was happening. Though it seemed a strange way to end with me, Leigh was doing the right thing. It was a classy way to stop the ride, though I wasn't ready. Leigh reached over to take my hand and held it to her face. She kissed my hand all over. It was so tenderly she began. It was no fucking Dear John letter, because Leigh had more class. "Ray, do I need to tell you anything?" Leigh said. Her voice was softer. "Do you know my thoughts?" I told Leigh she was naked without her sunglasses. Leigh leaned over and kissed me hard. She hugged me tightly and she kissed me again, her hands holding both my hands. Leigh said "Every time was wonderful. I feel born again or like I have a new lease on life." I did not look away. I said "I am grateful to you for letting me inside you, Leigh. For having the chance to be intimate with you, I mean." I was sincere. It was all over, or it appeared that it was over. Leigh still had to get dressed. But she only had her bathrobe on. Her baby doll was on the bed. Leigh looked over at me beside her, biting her lip. Her face was serious now. Leigh turned the light off by the leather couch. Leigh and I made love one more time, right there on the leather couch. She made me lie on my back on the big cushions, and let herself down until I was all the way inside of her. Her arms were strong, and she pushed herself up and down on the back of the couch. I never had a woman ride me that way, that good, like Leigh did in the motel in Feltford. She looked down at me with pure warmth. Leigh rode me to my climax, and she had spasms of pleasure, her mouth open. She fell down on top of me, satisfied. I knew now, I was in touch with this female. At the moment she was my top priority. I'd think of her, and worry about her, and wonder what life was dishing out to Leigh. She only required attention and affection. Even if I had five minutes, I gave it to her. Leigh got in the shower. I insisted in washing her off with warm water. Then I dried Leigh off. She went to get dressed while I waited on the sofa. We rode down to the lobby in silence. It was late afternoon. When we got out to Leigh's car, I kissed her quickly on the mouth. Leigh squeezed my hand and kissed me back. She got into her car and looked out at me. I knew what to say. It was easy with her. "I'm gonna think about this last few weeks. I'm going to think about how much fun it was, and I am going to think about your body." Leigh looked out the windshield. She turned her face to me and pulled up her sunglasses. At that moment Leigh's eyes were both green. She never wore colored contact lenses, I hated them. Leigh's eyes were different colors at different times, but I am not sure what that meant. Leigh said to me "You are a wonderful and pleasing lover. You are a gentleman." She put her glued-on fingernails on my arm and spoke. "If one falls in love, Ray, I wanted you inside me, and wanted you to come inside me. You could fall. But maybe I will fall in love. You might not get rid of me. I might break a North Carolina code by having too much sex with you. Or with somebody." I started laughing. "I might decide I want you on a continuous basis. How does that sound?" This woman from I-don't-know-where leaned over the window. Here eyes were green.We kissed. Her smile was sexy and bright. Leigh told me goodbye, her eyes shining with moisture. We both knew what I'd say to sexual misconduct on a continuous basis. It was almost a rhetorical question, I didn't know. My own eyes were wet. I had goose bumps on my butt. I watched her go, out the back parking lot of the John Hobbit Hotel. She blew me a kiss riding to the boulevard, and waved her white handkerchief. I looked down at my arm at the light scratches, where one or two tiny drops of blood were. The Best Of Men What I was about to do with Leigh was off the beaten path, as far as she was concerned. I rarely got to have sex. I understood the Leigh acted now in Robin's bedroom. I was the type to understand. I knew her so many years. I took off my boxers in a second, and I pulled the blanket down without looking at Leigh's body. Leigh was watching me the whole time. I kissed her cheek. My eyes never once left Leigh's face. I kissed her mouth, lightly. I lay down beside her, put my hands around her. We had ample time together before we could begin real physical foreplay. I was O.K. with it all. If this "mingling of souls" made Leigh feel good, I was all for it. Leigh would easily satisfy me, since I did not expect anything very wild. There was a bit of suspense as I waited to see what passion Leigh had stored up. I wanted to see how much Leigh wanted to make love with me. .............. Leigh's lower half was underneath the beige blanket. My head was lying sideways on her small but firm breasts now. I could hear Leigh breathing through her nose. One hand was on my head stroking my hair. Her other hand was on my shoulder. I sensed it was close to two-thirty. "How much time do we have?" I asked. Leigh looked across the room at the clock. "We need to leave in about an hour and a half." Leigh stroked my hair and said "You are a very patient man." About a minute passed. I finally moved around so that my chest was across Leigh's stomach. Leigh began to rub my shoulders. I started to kiss my shy lover on her chest. I held and kissed one of her breasts, kissed it again, Only my hands touched her nipples. Leigh's hands were on both my shoulders, still. My arms were around Leigh's back, under her shoulders. I started rubbing my nose across both Leigh's nipples. Leigh said "Raymond" in a low, lush, voice. I moved my mouth down to Leigh's flat, supple stomach, kissing it, finally arriving at her belly button. My hands were on her breasts and my legs were outstretched off the bed. "Oh" Leigh whispered, almost loudly. I kissed and ran my tongue inside her belly button. I moved down to Leigh's mound of Venus, at last not being tentative. Leigh pulled at my arms. I said to Leigh in a quiet voice. "Leigh, relax darling." "Ray, I don't..." Leigh's voice trailed off, like she was half-asleep. She was murmuring something incoherent. I thought I heard the word "eat". I gently pushed Leigh's legs up and pulled our blanket back over my head. I ran my tongue around her love triangle, beyond the lips of Leigh's vulva. Leigh was crying out, softly. She was moving from side to side in the bed. I held Leigh by her firm hips until they were still. My lover was very wet and I was very happy. In the dark I licked at her slick softness, affectionately. I put my tongue inside Leigh's vagina. She began shouting. I was suddenly pulled over the covers by the strong arms of my lover. I crashed down beside Leigh and she bear hugged me. "Ray. That is SO good. Oh gosh, honey." I was pleased, beyond words. Leigh's breathing slowed down. Leigh pushed me down on my back and kissed my mouth hard. She did not mind that I just went down on her, apparently. She reached down and put her hand on my cock. Her hair fell down over my chest and then my belly. Leigh's velvet lips were on my stomach, her hand still grasping my stiff phallus. My eyes were closed all this time, and then I felt what I didn't expect to feel. There in her friend's apartment, with all of her diffidence, I did not really think Leigh would go down on me. It was up to her. Leigh took the head into her mouth, and slowly raised up her head. "It's good baby" I said, and opened my mouth, sucking in air. Leigh licked my cock lightly all over, and then she jerked me off some. I was moist from her saliva. Just a little meant so much. I'll never really know if it was giving head Leigh felt reluctant about, or giving it to me. I still could not believe I was alone with her and we were both naked. Without television. Leigh lay down beside me, on her back. I got over Leigh and kissed her neck, rubbing my hardness against the inside of Leila's thighs. Then, with my knees pushing Leigh's thighs open, I looked down at her. My heart, mind, and body were totally aware of her as I looked into her eyes. Our eyes met in the big double bed. I did not look away and neither did Leigh. I felt my stiffness between the lips of heaven. I was very hard, and then I was inside Leigh. Leigh's love tunnel grasped me securely. She broke our gaze and looked at the ceiling. Leigh was moving under me, rolling her hips back and forth as I thrust into her. She was muttering the ancient undecipherable language of the female lover, her mouth just slightly open. Leigh's eyes were shut, her fingernails in my arms. I breathed hard, banging against Leigh's hips. In a few minutes I told Leigh I was near a climax. Leigh stroked my ribs, put her arms loosely around me. She kissed my neck and I called my lover's name. Leigh had come several times, two or three, maybe more. I let it go inside Leigh. She wanted me to, because her feet were wrapped around my thighs and she was holding me. Leigh was kissing me on either cheek, and holding me. Her eyes were wet. The dampness was on my face. It was an intimate experience Leigh and I had that day. It wasn't casual sex. Going to bed with Leigh was a time to be embedded in my mind. I knew it was a once only, but I had the time of my life with this delicious, fine, lady. Did I say lady? Yes. She is a lady. That the best of men can never actually have.