0 comments/ 72533 views/ 0 favorites As It Should Be By: Totmacher RRRRINNGG! RRRRIIIINNNGGGG! "Hello, Karen speaking." Karen heard heavy breathing on the other end and hung up. RRRRIIIINNNGG! RRRRRIIIINNNGGG! Once more Karen picked up the phone but this time, a slow, deliberate voice spoke. "Karen, don’t hang up. It’s me Rod. I don’t feel so good. I called in sick today is Vance home?" "No he isn’t, he went to work today. What’s the problem Rod? What do you want?" asked Karen. "Karen, at th’ moment, I have th’ grand-daddy of all headaches. It’s so bad that I closed all th’ blinds and curtains." "Ok, Why are you calling me?" "I was lookin’ for somethin’ for this headache but we don’t have anything. I was wonderin’ if you might have something for this pain?" "He’s a pain OK," thought Karen, "Where’s Bonnie?" she asked. "I told her to go on to work and I’d be OK until she got home. I thought we had some medicine but we don’t." "Alright, hang on, I’ll check." Karen returned after a few minutes. "We don’t have any pain pills but we do have some heavy duty prescription sleeping pills. Two of these will put you out for the duration." "Great. Thanks Karen. I really ‘preciate this." "No problem, I’ll be over in a few minutes. We bought these sleeping pills because Vance has been having trouble sleeping. I don’t think he’ll be playing cards with you guys any more." "As It Should Be!" Answered Rod, "I’m going back to the bedroom where it’s darker. Even this little bit of light is botherin’ me. I’ll leave th’ front door unlocked and you can lock it on your way out." Rod hung up the phone. In a few minutes, Karen was entering Rods’ house. The living room was dark but some light was coming through the picture window. She looked into the hall and saw a nite-lite plugged into the socket. Around the corner was the bedroom and Karen headed in that direction. Suddenly, a dark figure rushed from the bathroom. He grabbed Karen and pinned her to the wall. The bottle of pills dropped from her hand and rolled back towards the living room. "Man, I missed you!" said a familiar voice. And Rod’s lips found Karen’s. Finally twisting her head, Karen said, "Rod, what the hell are you doing? I thought you were sick." "I was baby, sick of not seeing you." Again his lips covered hers. This time the kiss was more forceful and it was harder for Karen to twist away. "Let me go! We can’t do this!" "Yes we can, woman. Vance and Bonnie went to work and I called in sick, so we have plenty of time." "I said, let me go!" Karen twisted out of Rod’s tight grip. She turned and started for the door. She had only taken a few steps when Rod grabbed her around her slim waist and, once more, pinned her against the wall. His lips sought hers and found them. Rod raised his left hand and cupped Karen’s left breast through her blouse. Removing his lips from hers, he said, "God, I missed these!" Again, pressing his lips to hers, he tried to slips his tongue past her lips. Karen felt his hand fondling her breast and trying to pinch her nipple. She brought her small hands to his hard chest and tried to push him away. His hold on her was too great and she was still pinned against the wall. "What’s the matter with you?" For the first time, Karen felt a hardening against her crotch. It was then that she noticed that Rod was naked except for his jockey shorts. Before she could do anything, Rod grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms behind her. He held them there with his right hand. His left hand quickly unbuttoned the first three buttons of Karen’s blouse. As his lips, again, closed over hers, his hand reached inside Karen’s blouse and closed over her bra-encased breast. This time, his tongue was forced inside her mouth. Rod’s tongue curled around hers like a long lost lover. While they orally kissed, Rod’s hand snaked behind Karen and unhooked her bra. Rod finally released the hot kiss. As he looked into Karen’s beautiful face, he said, "I can’t believe you didn’t miss my cock. It’s been a little over two weeks and I’ve had some really hot dreams about you. I’ve missed your lips, you titties, and definitely your pussy. You can’t tell me that you didn’t miss my dick. You’re too much of a woman not to. Oh, by th’ way," Rod’s large hand closed over a naked tit. "Did you know that you have very sensitive nipples? Well, you do. I’ll show you." Rod pinched her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A slow moan escaped Karen’s sweet lips. "Damn you, Son-Of-A-Bitch!" Rod let go of Karen’s hands and they fell to her side. Lowering his head, he let the tip of his tongue slide around Karen’s upper and lower lip. When he finished, he looked into her smiling face. "Damn, I missed your hot titties." "You know I’m going to hate you later, don’t you?" She said. Putting both arms around her and pulling her to him, just before their lips met, Rod whispered, "As It Should Be!" Pressing his lips to hers, Karen returned his firm oral kiss. She felt his huge cock pressing against her crotch. Their tongues curled around each other and then let go. "At least this time, my hands aren’t tied." Karen’s arms went around his neck as they met in another long oral kiss. Karen felt his hand roaming all over her hot body. In her mind, she could see Rods’ huge cock penetrating her pussy. This image caused her to tingle with excitement. His hands went from her shoulders to her upper and lower back, finally resting on her tight ass. When she felt his hands fondling her asscheeks, Karen pressed her crotch into his. Keeping one hand on her cheeks, his other snaked up to her firm, orbital tits. His large hand went from one tit to the other. As he rolled her nipples between is fingers, short sighs and gasps rolled off Karen’s tongue. When Rod released his kiss, his hands went to the top of her blouse. He pushed it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Hooking his forefinger into the center of Karen’s bra, he pulled at it and it joined her blouse. "Damn bitch, those titties look just as good as ever." His lips began their oral attention. Rod felt Karen’s hands brushing through his hair and stopping on the back of is head. There was a light, forward pressure and his lips were pushed farther into those sweet tits. The oral attention to Karen’s titties was sending erotic jolts of excitement all thru her body. She was "cuming" close to an orgasm, when Rod stopped. His lips left her tits and moved downward. She felt his tongue sliding around her belly button. Next, his hand reached up and pulled her shorts down. She wasn’t wearing any panties. "Oh shit, that pussy looks good enough to eat." Said Rod, and his lips moved forward, very slowly. His sucking lips closed on Karen’s inner thigh. When he removed his mouth, there was a small red spot on her left thigh. Rod proceeded to her left thigh and left the same red spot there. Closer and closer, his lips and snake-like tongue moved to that sweet slit. As his mouth closed over Karen’s wet box, a soft moan escaped from her tender lips. Karen arched her hips towards that lapping tongue. Her small hands moved to the back of Rod’s head and gently pushed forward. She began moving her hips in time with that licking tongue. She felt Rods’ hands moving up her hot, sexy body. They stopped at her well-formed mounds. He squeezed both firm tits and pinched her hardened nipples. Electrical jolts of erotic pleasure were soaring through Karen’s sweaty, hot body. She closed her beautiful eyes and imagined a place of pure sensual pleasure. Her pussy was so wet and that jabbing tongue continued to rapidly stab between her split cuntal lips. Rod felt Karen’s hands tighten in his hair as he made a quick stab that reached beyond that hard clit nub. Karen’s hot body slowly arched upwards and paused momentarily. Another short, quick thrust into her "Hot Spot" and Karen’s body began its whip-like dance. Rod held onto her hips as her orgasm took over. Rod heard several shorts gasps and then one long soft moaning sigh. Releasing Karen, Rod let her slid down the wall and into his lap. Putting his strong arms around her, Rod held her tight until she regained her senses. "Oh Shit!" exclaimed Karen, raising her pretty head, "What th’ Hell was that?" Rod looked into those sexy eyes, smiling into that beautiful face, "I think you just had one Hell of a orgasm, that’s what th’ Hell that was." Rod moved his legs from under Karen and got up. Reaching out his hands, he helped her off the floor. Even though she had regained her senses, Karen was still a little wobbly. Rod put his strong arms around her waist and guided her into the bedroom. Karen saw where they were headed and smiled. "Damn Sam, I don’t know how much more of this I can take." Rod smiled at that retro expression, "Damn Sam". "As It Should Be" he said, opening the bedroom door and helping Karen inside. Closing the door, he picked her up, carried her to the bed and gently deposited her on the firm mattress. Shortly he was lying beside her. Karen felt Rod grabbing her wrists. She also felt a leather bracelet being snapped around her wrist. Before she could do anything about it, her other wrist had, likewise, been bound. Karen now found that her hands were drawn over her head and chained to the bed. "Rod, you don’t have to do this. Unsnap these leather cuffs." Rod Spread her tanned thighs and eased between them. His hardened cock was lying on her triangular patch. "I know I don’t havta but as you know from the last time, I enjoy fantasy rapes. It really turns me on to fuck a helpless woman and I know you liked it last time. I would never, really rape a woman, I don’t need to. My big cock gives me all th’ confidence that I need." Rod smiled, lowering his head and taking Karen’s lips. As their lips pressed together, his hands began to roam all over her hot body. Bringing them back up her sexy body, Rod let his hands remain on those marvelous titties. It didn’t take long before Karen was keeping time with his cock that he’d slipped between her thighs. He removed his lips and began kissing and licking all over Karen’s face. Soon he was on her soft neck and then her upper chest. As his lips neared those palpitating orbs, Rod heard oft moaning and sighing flowing from those sweet lips. Karen was able to arch her back and push her very hard nipples into Rod’s mouth. The suction was driving her crazy. Karen was finding this exciting, having her hands cuffed above her head. She was beginning to enjoy this as much as Rod. As he continued sucking her tits, He reached between his thighs and grabbed his cock. He rubbed the flared head up and down that split opening. When he inserted half of his cockhead, Karen arched her hips and spread her legs as wide as possible. "So, the bitch is ready for a good fucking, huh? Well, I don’t hear anything. Is your cunt ready to be fucked?" Opening her beautiful eyes, Karen moaned a soft, long "Yesssssssss." Rod smiled as he slipped his thick cock into her. It was going to be slow and easy. Karen was going to feel every inch of it. He was going to take his time fucking this bitch. Her pussy was worth it. Besides, a slow fuck with a big cock would get her back again and again. Karen wrapped her legs around Rods’ waist and pushed forward. But this time, Rod wasn’t allowing his cock that quick penetration. She was going to take it the way he wanted her to. She was his pussy, his fucking pussy. Karen was burning up. Her pussy was hot for this thick rod. Both hands were playing with her tits as that huge cock finally bottomed out. Karen was almost ready for another orgasm as Rod pulled back and thrust forward. Karen’s pussy was wild, wet and more that ready. On the next downward thrust, she shoved forward. "That’s it cunt," she heard Rod say, "You know what that pussy wants and needs. I have something that you want and your pussy needs it. Open those cuntal wall bitch I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t stand up." It didn’t take long for the bed to become stained with their sweat. It was dripping off their bodies as they became more entangled with each other. Karen was reaching for multiple orgasms while Rod was going to fill her pussy with his hot, sticky cum. With one last quick thrust, the room became silent as death. Karen’s body began to arch off the bed. At the last second, Rod reached up and unsnapped the leather cuffs. Karen tried to put her arms around Rods broad shoulders but her short, whip-like movements prevented that. As Rods’ cock exploded, another orgasm wracked Karen’s jerking body. Each high-powered thrust of that spewing cock seemed to be hitting Karen’s "Hot Spot". Just grazing her "spot" sent Karen into another orgasm. When they finished, not only was the sheet and mattress soaked with their sweat, but splattered drops of cum. The sounds of heavy breathing could be heard as Rod fell beside Karen. "Oh damn, that was great!" exclaimed Karen, "I could use more sessions like these." "As it should be," answered Rod. He rolled over and looked at the clock. "Karen, it’s a little after 12 PM. Why don’t we go over to your house, get some lunch and take a shower together?" "As it should be, "answered Karen, smiling. They lay on the bed a few more minutes and it was 12:20 by the time they got up and dressed. As they headed out the door, Rod said, "I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner. You are one hot fucking piece of pussy." Karen stopped and said, "Can’t you talk with out being vulgar?" "I could," he replied, "But it wouldn’t be me. Besides, I noticed that you didn’t complain while we were fucking." "As it should be." She answered and both continued towards Karen’s house. "You know, I am a little hungry." She said as Rod opened the door for her. As they entered the kitchen, Karen heard a noise. "What was that?" "I don’t know, I heard it to." Replied Rod, "Sounds like it’s comin’ from upstairs." "Grab that baseball bat and we’ll take care of this burglar. Guess we’re lucky that we got back when we did." "Sounds like it’s coming from your bedroom. Must be going for your jewels," said Rod, as they quietly sneaked up the stairs. As they neared the top, they heard moaning and then short, high- pitched screams. Rod and Karen looked at each other and rushed for the bedroom door. As they opened the door, there was a naked couple entangled in each other’s arms. They seem to be winding down from an orgasm. The couple heard the bedroom door open and turned to see who entered. "Bonnie!" exclaimed Karen, in surprise. "Vance!" exclaimed Rod, also surprised. Bonnie and Vance looked at their mates and replied. "As it should be!" As It Should Be I didn't have long to wait before being shown into Professor Larnham's office. The waiting time had been enough to increase my uncertainty. I wasn't a fully fledged psychologist and had really only taken a couple of years of an Open University course before I realised that I probably wasn't in that league. In spite of that, my experience with the opposite sex had led me into certain avenues of exploration. I liked women, although I had always doubted whether there could be one that could hold my attention for a lifetime. Now I was here, armed with my notes, entering the office of one of the leading sexologists in the country. How I'd ever been able to persuade him to meet me, I don't know. Maybe he thought I was a suitable case for treatment. And maybe he was right! Professor Larnham was a tall, very thin man, with a lean, lined face and piercing green eyes, aged mid-fifties, I would have guessed. His office was large with long windows, but apart from the desk there was only a black leather sofa, a large filing cabinet, and three chairs. "Good morning, Mr Siter. How can I help you?" His voice was deep, and I felt as those green eyes were probing into my brain as we shook hands. I drew a breath, and told him of the personal studies I had been doing. His face instantly fell and had an expression that said, "Not another one?" "What kind of study?" he asked with a tone of weariness, glancing at his watch. Tentatively, I held up my notebook, "I have some findings listed here." His head nodded irritably, "Go on." "In all cases I've used the findings from ten different ladies" I started. "Hardly a definitive sample," he observed, and waving his hand in the air added, "Well, get on with it. I won't stop you unless I have to." I opened my notebook and began, "This has been going for about two years now. In the first instance I was interested in how a woman reacted to being totally naked in front of a man who was fully or partially dressed. It took some practice to find the best way of gaining that situation. But the final results indicated that three quickly covered themselves with arms across the breasts and hand over the --er-pubes" Don't know why I hesitated at that indication, and a quick glance at the professor revealed a deep scowl. I went on, "Two dived for the cover of a bed sheet, two stood awkwardly while looking to me to know when I was going to strip off, two flung themselves wantonly on the bed, while the other one posed elegantly on the edge of the bed. Turned out she had been an artist's model." The professor held up a hand, "Where did these events take place?" "Seven of them in my flat, two in their place and one in a hotel room." "It would be helpful if you qualified which of the reactions occurred in which location," the professor stated flatly. I nodded and told him, "The two more eager ladies were in their own flat, and the model was in the hotel room." Professor Larnham shrugged, "Nothing too surprising there then. And you do realise these results would differ greatly if the ladies were in front of a stranger. Anyway, go on." I drew a deep breath before going on to my next topic, "In this case nine were in my flat, and one was in a hotel room. And this part was most difficult because I was studying their reaction to a naked man being close up---but with a flaccid penis." I wasn't sure but I thought I heard the professor groan. I had difficulty with this particular part of my research because remaining flaccid with a naked lady is quite a tall order, but remaining flaccid was not always essential. Initial reactions were more important. "I had no problem in getting them to look at me, and they all eyed my member. It was when I asked them to touch that I got different results. Four said they could never touch a flaccid penis, although later while they were still aroused after orgasm, two of them were kissing it although it was flaccid once more. Two stroked it rather unwillingly, another two took it firmly in hand and flexed it until it was erect. Another pair stroked, and them ran their tongues along it. One actually took the limp member in her mouth and looked up at my face as I swelled on her tongue. Intriguing, that one." Professor Larnham's green eyes were staring at me now, "You've been a very active young man," he commented. "Continue." Encouraged, I went on, "Next it was reaction to an erect penis, and like the earlier trial, three said they needed to be somewhat aroused before they took a man in hand. Yet of the others, three were keen to stroke, squeeze, firmly jerk it, and mouth it as their passion rose, two had their mouths and tongues licking and kissing it, moving it up and squeezing it between their breasts, and two had it, almost eagerly, straight into their mouths." Professor Larnham's head was nodding and he wore a strange smile, as he said, "You seem adept at choosing your samples. Were both of these tests the same sample." "Oh, no--they were entirely different." The narrow face creased in a half smile, "A very confident young man, aren't you? Is there much else?" I told him of a section on which parts of their body they preferred initial touching, and how that changed as foreplay advanced, there was a section on foreplay in general, something on position and domination. Quite a range of areas still to cover. "What work do you do, Mr Siter" He smiled, "Apart from teasing ladies?" I told him I was in an audit office where I worked as deputy chief accountant. I added that there were a number of nubile women working in the general office, always visible through the windows of my personal office. but that I was always careful to avoid any close contacts with them. The professor sat silently for a few minutes, as though deep in thought. It made me feel slightly uncomfortable. At last, he said, "I admire your efforts, Mr Siter. All willing ladies, I note." The green eyes regarded me coolly. "Would your scheme work with less willing ladies?" "It would be difficult," I admitted. "Maybe impossible. Unless you're a Don Juan. And few of us are that, Mr Siter. Agree?" Uncertain at where this was going, I agreed, and he went on, " "What would you say was the most important part of the body in sexual congress?" No more confident, I cautiously replied, " Genitalia?" The professor looked dubious, and his hand came up to tap the side of his head. "Up here, Mr Siter. The brain governs everything else. How we move, how we think, how we feel. Why not how we govern the divine experience?" He opened a drawer to his right and took out what at first looked like a complex of wires, but when he spread it out on the table I saw a small black box, not much bigger than a match box, with a power lead on one end and a USB lead on the other. Rather like a miniature external hard drive. A separate piece looked like a pair of earphones, on a lead that had a small T-shaped plug "Fascinated?" Professor Larnham queried, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "This is where I would appreciate your assistance. It's what I call Zed-box. No real reason for the name, but I'd like you to test it for me." "Why me?" I asked "Because it will need someone who can at least attract the ladies." I noticed how the professor only ever referred to 'ladies' and rarely, if ever, to 'women'. So we weren't that different. He patted the pieces lying on his desk, "This is something which I trust will prove that it is the brain that controls the emotions, the libido. That--" he said, indicating the black box,"--plugs into the mains and the standard USB goes into your computer. You do have a good quality computer?" "A laptop, but high megabyte." "Good. You'll need it. I think you'll find that this," and he held up the plug fitted to the earphones, " will fit into one of the exit plugs on your machine." He went on to explain and demonstrate that they were not actually earphones, but fitted just behind the ears, held in position because of the flexible band between them. They were meant to grip around the back of the head. He pushed the equipment across the desk towards me. I picked up the piece that had looked like earphones and saw that the ends were some kind of aluminium metal. "Don't think this is going to be an easy task, Mr Siter. I have to put certain restrictions in your way." "Restrictions?" He nodded, "First, as far as possible the ladies must be unwilling to succumb to your charms. Must have made clear that they'll come back for coffee, but nothing else. The test is useless with a willing partner. That's it's whole point, to break down barriers." "I see," I said, without being totally clear about the whole thing. "But how do I get them to put on this unknown contraption." Professor Larnham gave another rather whimsical smile as he said, "Again that is going to depend on your skill with the ladies. What subterfuge you use is entirely up to you. Oh, and as little alcohol as possible should be involved." He produced a small cardboard box into which he placed the contraption, before handing it over. "You should get some pleasure out of this testing. I'll give you a few weeks and then you can let me know how it has gone." As I moved to the door, Professor Larnham called, "Oh, and Mr Siter, should you get curious before you have your first lady, try it out on yourself. You may be surprised." So, it seemed I was set for a most interesting period of experimentation involving the female sex, and my first problem was going to be finding the ladies who would declare themselves unavailable sexually, but who would be willing to come back to my flat for coffee. I was a working man by day, so I could see I would have to haunt my favourite clubs and bars more frequently. I already knew that in the past I had encountered quite a few friendly but unwilling ladies. So maybe I would be lucky in my hunt. It took me over a week to find my first candidate (or 'handy date', if I want to be facetious). But before that happened, my curiosity had got the better of me, and, one night I had connected the professor's little black box to my laptop, plugged it into the wall socket. For a moment or two I sat on the sofa, holding the earphone section in my hands, before reaching up and sliding it round the back of my head, so that the each cap was behind each ear Apart from the grip of the plugs there was no immediate effect. No buzzing, pulsing, or any sensation at all. After about five minutes, I was beginning to hope that it would evoke a better reaction for a woman. But then, about ten minutes in, there came a rising warmth in my groin, and I found myself thinking about high points in my sessions with various women; the smooth roundness of a warm breast, the incredible sensation of my fingers along an inside thigh, the joy of my tongue lapping an eager clitoris. Suddenly I found I had a massive erection bulging my pants. The longing to have a woman in my arms, vibrant and responsive, was overwhelming. Quickly I pulled the points from behind my ears, but the urges remained. God, I was longing for Angela's moistness, for Janet's lips on my body, Raquel's tongue teasing around my cock, all of it. My need was so intense I was on the verge of heading for the bathroom to relieve the pounding of my erection. I hadn't needed that kind of relief for so long. But I resisted, and in about half an hour the pressure eased, and I was left realising what powerful technology I had at my disposal. So, to that first candidate. I was in one of the more high class night clubs where I had always sensed that women went to find a rich husband. Well, I was no way near that specification --yet. There were a few women who appeared to be together and only the occasional solo. At last I noticed a dark haired, trim-waisted lady, seated alone at the bar. To her left was another young woman who was in deep conversation with a man on her left, but to her right was an empty seat. I walked casually to it. "Is anyone sitting here?" I asked quietly. A pair of dark eyes looked at me openly, and her head shook, "Not as far as I know." I sat, ordered a whiskey Mack and turned as though viewing the room. The lady was wearing a dark blue dress that zipped up the back, and showed a fair amount of cleavage. She had high cheek bones and she really was a good looking lady. I almost smiled to think I needed her to be reluctant, yet, I had realised if she was easy then I could score anyway. In a very short time we were in good humoured conversation, had exchanged names, she was Rita, and I learned that she only ever had one single cocktail on nights like this. We covered news of the day, clubs and bars we had frequented, and onto flat ownership and efforts we had each made at improvement. I told her of the new walk-in wardrobe I had just had added to my bedroom. "Oh, that's something I've always wanted in mine. If you don't mind me asking, was it expensive?" It was at that moment that a rather exuberant group of men and women came in, obviously some kind of celebratory party. I was a little surprised that the management had let them in, but there they were, noisy and boisterous. "Oh, hell, I choose my places for their quiet ambience. I hate sitting in this kind of atmosphere." Rita said agitatedly. Here was my chance. "Look," I said, putting on my innocent face, "I know we've just met, but I don't live far away, and I make a mean pot of coffee, if you'd like to see the wardrobe." And now I set the agenda, by holding up my open palms and saying, "No strings attached." Her dark eyes looked at me warily, "Well, you say that, but let me make this clear. I've enjoyed your company, I'd like to see the wardrobe, and enjoy a coffee and maybe further conversation. But I'm not a first date person, not even a second date, no kissing, no touching. You understand?" "I understand that very well. I will in no way impose myself upon you. Okay?" Here was the kind of challenge that would please Professor Larnham. And I would not impose myself, but was eager to see if the reverse happened. In no time I'd found a taxi and we'd taken the brief ride to the cosy block where my flat was on the third floor. In the cab, I noticed how she deliberately kept herself firmly against the door, well away from me. Inside the flat, she admired my decor and furnishings and when I offered to take her coat she said, rather brusquely, "I can manage, thank you." So I could see what I was up against. But she allowed me to hang her coat behind the main door, before going to the window to admire the view across the city. I deliberately directed her to a seat on the sofa, by the coffee table, on which I had the equipment laid out permanently. I had decided that female curiosity could be as good a way as any to get them interested. She took a seat and tucked her dress tightly around her knees. No entry. the action said. "I'll won't be long," I told her, and went through to the kitchen, and while I was making the coffee I listened to hear if she noticed the small box. As I carried the steaming mugs through, she called, "What on earth it this?" And there she was holding the headpiece in her hands, looking at it, a puzzled frown lining her brow. I'd reached another step. I placed the mugs on place mats on the table, and said with as much casualness as I could muster, "Oh, I have a scientist friend who asked me to test it for him." "But what is it for?" "He said it was intended to sharpen brain power." She laughed, a quite attractive sound, "Have you tried it?" "Oh, yes, " I said boldly. "I'm a genius now." She laughed again, then looked uncertain, "But surely these aren't earphones?" "No, they fit behind each ear." She was busy flexing the band, so I told her, "Just place the band around the back of your head, and adjust so the discs are neatly behind each ear." "Can I try?" Oh, God, yes. " Please do, " I said with a calmness that I wasn't feeling. I watched as she carefully snuggled the band over her hair, and moved her long hair back to fit the end pieces behind her ears. Now I really paid attention. "There's no feeling, no tingling," she said. "No, it's perfectly safe that way." But I was studying her face closely, as her expression changed from questioning, to uncertainty, and then to some kind of surprise, as her hands rose as though to remove the set. But then they dropped to her lap, where, fingers spread, they slowly slid up and down her thighs. Did I see her chest heave? The generous bosom appeared to be taking in extra air. Then her right hand stopped moving on her thigh, her eyes turned towards me, and that hand slid across the gap between us, as she shuffled closer across the sofa. "Could I ask you to kiss me?" The question, the way it was asked was quite unexpected. Of course, I had no way of knowing how the reactions to this thing would manifest themselves. I leaned towards her, taking in the gentle lavender aroma of her, and as I placed my lips on hers, her tongue was instantly searching for mine. It wasn't a desperate kiss. It was full on, natural, and searching. Our tongues wrestled for quite a while, and I was aware of her fingers on my thigh, and I suddenly realised that I hadn't evolved what moves I might make in this situation. So, for the time being I decided it might be best to let her lead. When we kissed, I had placed my hands on her upper arms, but now she twisted her body so that my right hand moved over her breast, and I couldn't resist giving a gentle squeeze. And I knew I wouldn't be able to go on for long with her just leading, already I felt my erection beginning to bulge my pants. She moved in closer now and one hand was unbuttoning my shirt, when I heard a slapping noise and realised that her movement had dislodged the headband. Now what would happen? "Hell, I forgot I had that stupid thing on," she gasped, and her hand slipped inside my shirt sending tingling messages to my groin. "How strange. But I do feel affectionate tonight. Don't you want me?" Before I could reply her other hand had dropped to my lap, and smoothed over the bulge of my erection. "Oh, you do. Good." "Would you like to be more comfortable?" I asked, with a slight nod towards the bedroom. "Oh, yes, I would like that." she exclaimed, so it seemed that the contacts created the impulses but could then be discarded. Hadn't I found that myself? Moving into the bedroom might risk giving her time to cool off, but I took that risk and led her to my bed. "Is that the wardrobe?" she whispered, nodding at the mirrored sliding doors. "Oh, later." And she was tugging at my belt buckle as I unfastened the zip down her back. In no time, it seemed we were standing together totally naked, my erection pressed against her belly, while my mouth slid along the side of her neck. My hands clutched at her perfectly formed buttocks. Then we fell sideways on to the bed, as she murmured, "It's so long since I felt this way. You must have secret powers." So she was not associating her actions with the equipment. Well done, Professor. My hands stroked over each of her breasts as I eased her onto her back, and leaned over her to mouth the wonderful swell of her bosom, licking and tickling each pink tipped nipple. "Oh, hell, " she moaned breathily. "I want everything at once, all of it." And she was half rising to reach down to grasp my erection. "Touch me down there," was her next instruction. In that situation my usual technique would have been the slow course of my hands over breast, belly, hips. before touching the pubic area, teasing before moving into that secret succulent groove. But as I began that process she grabbed at my hand and pulled it downwards, "Touch me now." As It Should Be My fingers slid over her thighs, before shuffling through her black thatch into the first tiny valley, which was already moist, and I had no difficulty in finding the rising nub of her clitoris. I'd had enough practice in gently, delicately teasing that little centre of joy. Her hand tightened around my penis, pulling at it with increasing ardour. Now, without her command, I moved my mouth down from her breasts, over her flat trembling belly and down into the cleft to replace my finger, while I savoured the creamy musk of her. My tongue was much more sensitive than my fingers as I suckled her little charmer, and my fingers moved deeper into her private crevice, two of them glided into her vaginal opening. A version of my standard technique. I was very aware of her breathlessness, and her urgency as she twisted and pulled at my erection, and she grunted, "Turn, turn your body. I want you --I need to repay--!" I realised she wanted us head to tail and, without losing contact with her clitoris, I twisted so that my erection was close to her face and, I felt it instantly enveloped by her mouth, her tongue lapping feverishly over it. While my tongue worked at one end of her cleft my fingers spread so that I was probing both her vaginal opening and the tight lips of her anus. Moving my fingers back and forth I was gaining a kind of double entry. "Oh, yes. Yes, please. Oh, in me. Get in me. Inside." She was pushing and urging in such a way that I was in no doubt that it was time to pursue the conclusion. God knows I was on the verge of it after the ministrations of her mouth and tongue. I twisted and rolled until I was between her thighs, and her eager fingers were guiding me into heaven's portals. My solid penis slid in so easily that I felt myself pressing on her cervix at first glide. She was so wet, so fiery that it hardly needed the flexing of her vaginal walls to pull me as far as possible into her depths. Then, giving my penchant for teasing in those situations, I allowed my penis to slowly draw back, as though I had come and it was over. "Oh, no. No, you bastard. You can't---" Then she gave a sudden squawk as I suddenly plunged back deep inside her, withdrew and plunged, faster and faster, shallow then deep, shallow then deep. Under me, her whole body was heaving, her belly, her thighs desperately trying to match my movements. I listened now for the tell-tale sounds of her breathing, that quickening from gasps to grunts as her orgasm approached. I didn't have long to wait, as I continued humping into her, the grunts became massive growling sighs, as her hands clutched at my buttocks pulling me onwards , as if for some kind of desperate salvation, and her orgasm took her. But I hadn't got there yet. Putting both hands under her buttocks, I lifted her until I was pressed so deep that my straining erection had little room to piston, so each thrust was like reaching into her very being, and I was sure her orgasm was extended, while I, in high ecstasy, felt like I was pumping load after load into her. And that was the first trial over. Rita was shown the walk-in. wardrobes as promised, and, still puzzling about how she had succumbed so quickly, she left in the taxi I ordered for her. Before going to bed, I made a few notes, that I could relay to the professor at the end of the scheduled tests. I made a point of giving a clear account of the attitude of Rita at the outset, and how that had broken down so quickly. It took me nearly three weeks to find a second suitable partner. A pouring wet night helped me in coaxing her back to my flat. Once again curiosity got the better of this one, Norma, and as before the headband and leads came off inside fifteen minutes with no loss of desire. What was interesting in both cases was the fact that their resultant exposed libido was reasonably normal, eager, but although I've had no experience with nymphomaniacs I imagined they'd be quicker at wanting only entry, whereas both ladies had allowed for more foreplay, and had certainly given the impression of satisfaction at the end. They were different in two main ways, Rita had liked to give commands, and I assumed that was to be a feature of the process, but Norma had allowed me to take my own sweet time, only commenting her approval at each step I made. Before I made my third connection something happened at the office which, initially threw me off my stride, and was, in the fullness of time set to throw me completely. One Monday morning in late September I entered the main office, and, as was my habit, I bid a cheery good morning at each of the desks. The surprise came at the final desk before I went to my office. An audit clerk in her mid-thirties called Mandy always sat there, but on this day I found myself looking into the lustrous blue eyes of a fetching young lady with tawny hair curling at her shoulders. She was wearing a pure white blouse under which I could easily imagine exquisitely rounded breasts. Instantly, even before we had spoken, I was warning myself that I had to curb such thinking. It was the way she was looking up at me, a half shy, half warm smile on full lips, that was transferring my thoughts to wondering how she would be in bed. God, she was, lovely, alluring, and I sensed a hidden sensuality about her. "And who are you?" I almost stammered. "My name is Linda, Linda Barstow. I'm Mandy's replacement." I found my breath, "Well, I hope you'll be happy here." It was all I could muster. I had never been so dumbstruck in front of a woman. Something deep down inside me had been struck. "I'm sure I will be," she said, and those eyes reached out to read my thoughts, I was sure. I hurried away to John Given's office. He was Chief Accountant, and he told me that the new girl was temporary replacement for Mandy, who had taken special leave under doctor's orders. "Could be a long time." John said, "Some cardiac problem." "I didn't know," I told him. I was generally kept in touch with most things in the office. "Yes, sorry about that, but she pleaded that it be kept quiet, but sadly, it has caught up with her. New girl's pretty though, isn't she?" Pretty? She's bloody stunning. But what I said was, " Yes, quite attractive." Such an understatement was an insult. She became damned disturbing, as days went by. Through the windows of my office I could follow the sensual grace of her movement around the office. From time to time when I looked in her direction I was certain her eyes were immediately diverted back to her work. But that was probably my ego working over-time. One thing soon became certain, I was going to have to break my vow of avoiding intimate contact with office staff. This Linda was from a different planet as far as I was concerned. I'd had a good few women in my life, but none had that rareness in their beauty, that honesty in their eyes. I knew I had to act, sooner or later. At certain times her duties brought her into my office with some statement she had completed, and which needed my sanctioning. Having that shapely body, that friendly smile, that face, that seductive perfume, standing just a few feet away, should not have had that much affect on a man who had, up to this point, been totally confident with women. But it did. Anyway, one of her visits happened near the end of the day. She leaned over the desk to place papers in front of me. I signed the papers, and, as I handed them back, possibly because most people had gone home, and the desks were now empty, I blurted out, "Could I take you out for a meal some night, Linda?" What did that look on her face tell me? There was shock, and I'm sure, momentary delight, swiftly suppressed. But she accepted willingly, which was a good start. "There's no boy friend?" For a brief moment her face clouded and she said, "No, not any more." Of course, at this time, I was still hunting for my third candidate for Professor Larnham's Zed-box, and I had no wish to have Linda mixed up in that. But that third one was becoming difficult to find. My night out with Linda was a hit, a sumptuous meal, shared beef bourguignon, followed by the best profiteroles I had ever had. I learned that she was twenty five years old, had a university degree in Maths and business studies, and had her own small flat. Her parents lived in Yorkshire, where her father had a plumbing business. We talked films we had seen, books we had read, and I found myself enchanted by having that face right there in front of me. And it all ended up with Linda presenting me with a shy, thank you kiss on my cheek, as she left the taxi. After that, we had two more dates which took us to the cinema, and I already knew that she, like me, she was a film buff. Our first kiss took place after the second film, as we stood close together in the arched entry to the block of flats where she lived. I wondered whether I might be asked inside, and contemplated what that could lead to, but there was no invitation. The kiss was warm, if gentle, and only added to my desire for her, as we pressed close. I doubted she'd be aware of my erection pressing against her because of the thicker coat she was wearing. Another night, and we took in a show, 'Jersey Boys' which was on tour. Excellent, we both agreed, and as we sat in a small cafe, after the show, looking at each other over our coffees, I was wondering how I could ever go ahead with the trial, while I was feeling what I was feeling for Linda. The trouble was I was pretty sure she had feelings for me. During that conversation she asked if I'd been married, and I surprised myself, while telling her that I hadn't, by admitting that I'd had several women. Her head nodded as she took that in, and she said, with her eyes downcast, "I've dated quite a few men--" She paused, her wide eyes on me, as she appeared to consider what she should tell me, "--but only one---I've--er--" She seemed to have such difficulty in opening out that I felt compelled to help, "Slept with?" Her hand was on the table, and I reached out and placed my own over it as an act of understanding. For a moment she looked at where our hands touched and she said, "You are just as caring as I knew you'd be." Her breath shuddered in her throat as she went on, "An awful experience. A handsome waster, he turned out to be. For nearly three weeks he took me places, flattered me, and then one night, in my flat---" Her eyes held mine before looking away,"--I let him take me. He was rough, uncaring, only interested in himself. He hurt me. Yet, stupidly, I let him do it again two nights later. It was worse---he wanted me to do things with him, to him, that I was just not prepared to do. I never saw him again." "I'm sorry, " I said, with an honest level of sympathy. "That is no way to treat a lady. Men can be real bastards." Oh, listen to yourself, Mr Sweetness. But I'd always respected the ladies I'd been with, had always been concerned about their pleasure. I had found that my own pleasure was enhanced when I knew they'd either orgasmed or at least, taken some satisfaction from the act. Being with Linda had made me feel a little guilty about the Zed-box. Using it wasn't any kind of date rape, but was it like administering some kind of drug to an unwilling lady? Linda took my mind off those thoughts by turning her hand under mine so that our fingers intertwined, and she said, "I really need to find a man that isn't like that." This time her eyes were unflinching as they met mine. Surely I hadn't misread her look. There had to be an invitation there. As though to prove that, as we finished our coffee, she said, "Would you trust me to cook you a meal on Saturday night?" Her eyes lowered for just a moment, as though she feared a rebuff. "You've been so good to me. And you've never once tried it on with me." What a little angel, I was. But I knew this was something different in my experience. Four separate dates and, where, in most of my female encounters, I would be subtly testing how far I might get on each meeting, as Linda said, I had tried nothing. We had been seeing each other for near four weeks, and, so far, had kept it from the rest of the staff. I wondered how long that could go on, because, by this time, I was determined that it should go on. "I'd love to test your cooking skills," I said lightly. She laughed, "I'm a bit of an amateur, but I'm learning." "So I'm a sort of guinea pig?" I joked. "I promise you'll be well fed," she said. That night while the taxi waited, and totted up a hefty fare, we stood pressed together in the archway, and she unbuttoned her coat, which ensured my erection would be very evident against her thigh. She even squirmed against it as she leaned into me, and our tongues wrestled in a long deep kiss. As we separated I chanced the comment, "That seemed to have a lot of promise in it." "Didn't it, though?" Her eyes shone in the lamplight. "I'd invite you in now, but it is late. And I have two bad-tempered bosses to face at work in the morning." We were both laughing as she opened the door, and stepped inside, "Until Saturday. Seven thirty?" Was I hooked? At thirty two, with experience of a number of women, I knew that I had never felt like this. Saturday didn't feel so far away when I could see her every day in the office. Although, that in itself, was frustrating as the sight of her brought memories of her hips grinding against me in the archway of her flat. And, of course I had not found, nor did I intend to find a third candidate for the Zed-box. I was going to have to have a good reason for Professor Larnham. Saturday came at last. Showered, scrubbed, doused in male perfume, and wearing my dark blue suit with a light blue shirt, I was at her door prompt seven thirty. I pressed the bell against her name, and her voice came from the speaker, "Who is it?" "One of those cruel bosses," I said brightly. There was a click, and the door opened. She had told me of the flat number on the first floor and she was standing in her doorway as I reached the top of the stairs. She looked gorgeous in an aquamarine blouse and matching flowing skirt. Immediately I noticed that her smile was not as bright as it might have been, and her kiss of greeting was less warm than I expected. As she led me inside, she said, "The meal is all ready so we can eat right away." Although concerned about the rather sullen look in her eyes, I could not help but admire the room. A delicate shade of green with matching sofa and easy chair, a sideboard with a music system set at one side, and a small television at the other. In the far corner stood the dining table, all set, with place mats, two bottles of wine, and two candles. I wafted my hand towards that and said, "Just right for mood setting." She nodded, but all she said was, "Sit there. Everything is ready." With great and admirable efficiency she had us tucking into a delicious sirloin steak, coated with a tantalising red sauce. Baby potatoes, and runner beans made up the rest. When I admired the tasty sauce, she told me it was a recipe purloined from her mother. "I'm sure you meant recommended by your mother." But my comment hardly raised a smile. Something was wrong and I needed to know why. "There's no sweet, but I've made a carrot cake to have with the coffee." "Can I help?" "You just stay where you are. You're the guest." And I thought her lip puckered for just a second, as she turned away. As I heard her bustling in the kitchen, I called, "Should we sit on the sofa to have coffee?" There was a short delay before her response came, "If you like." She came through with plates and a tray bearing the delicious looking cake. Then came the steaming coffee mugs, which she placed on the coffee table, before sitting down beside me. I turned to her, reaching for her hands. "The coffee looks hot. While it cools are you going to tell me what is wrong? I know something is." That did it, her face crumpled and tears appeared before she buried her face against my shoulder. "I had it so planned--" she sobbed. "Has something happened to someone?" "Yes, to me," And she drew her face back, all tear streaked. "I was so looking forward to everything going to plan---my plan." "But the meal was delicious." "My plan went beyond the meal--I so wanted everything right for you. And that had to happen." "You're being very mysterious. What happened?" Her eyes held mine firmly as she said, "What bloody thing happens to every woman once a month?" So that was it. It took a great effort to keep the smile from my face. Yes, I was a little disappointed, but, hell, there are some things that ladies can't always budget for. I decided to play it lightly, and I threw up my hands in mock horror, "You mean---you mean---you were intending to seduce me? I'm not that kind of girl." It was a delight to see the smile break on her face, and that smile became a chuckle. "Oh, you--I've never planned such a thing before." I put my arms around her, and whispered, "What made you think I would succumb to such an ugly woman?" Her small fist struck lightly into my ribs, and she was laughing again. The rest of the evening went along in utter cosiness. The cake was delicious, tasty and light, and Linda put some slow, quiet music on the machine, while we kissed, stroked and fondled each other. She unfastened her blouse to give me access to her lovely pink tipped breasts, and my hands moved gently over the exquisite smoothness. "Oh, God," she muttered as we withdrew from our kiss, "I wish ---I wish--" "Yes?" I queried, my mouth nuzzling around her ear. "What is your wish?" She sighed, "I so wanted to satisfy you." "But you have---that meal was---" "No, I mean physically." And as she said that her hand dropped to my lap and stroked over the bulge made by my erection. "Like this. It must be so frustrating for you." Her hand moved to my belt buckle, and she looked up into my eyes, her face reddening. "Can I relieve you ----with my hands?" I was about to joke that she was a surprisingly fast woman, when she added, "With my mouth? I could take it---" "Have you ever done that before?" She shook her head, "No, but I've read about it. And after Arnold asked me to give him a blow job, which I refused, I found plenty of references on the internet. " " And how did that make you feel?" Her face twisted, "Not too keen. The instruction part gave the impression that it was a good way to please a man you wanted to please. But then it ran into the porn part---and--ugh--no thanks." I grabbed both her hands, held them while drawing her close, "Linda, I can't express how flattered I am by your offer." We were face to face, and her warm breath caressed me.. "But there are two frustrations here, and really we only have a few days to wait. I want us to relieve each other---together." Her head nodded slowly, while her eyes moistened, as I went on, "On Wednesday night, we'll go out for a meal--early. Then we'll go back to my flat---for a coffee. And if you feel like anything else then, well, we'll see about that." She kissed me avidly, and whispered, "I can't wait." I would have to admit to the same feeling, but I had just come through a scenario in which I'd encountered emotions that I had never experienced. On the Sunday I drove her down to the coast and it was just pleasant walking hand in hand, along the promenade. Hello, young lovers, came crazily into my mind, as we strolled, laughed, and never once mentioned Wednesday, until we parted. Wednesday came at last. A trying day, where I must have got some work done, but I felt I had spent most of my time watching Linda in that bright white blouse. At six thirty that evening we were seated in the restaurant where we'd had our first date. The meal was once again just perfect, but Linda held my attention, so beautiful, so elegant in a low cut button up green woollen dress. Her conversation was bright and animated, and she kept reaching across the table to touch my hand. As It Should Be At five past eight, I said, "Coffee time?" Her eyes were bright, even that tawny hair seemed to glow as she said, "Oh, yes, please." It was just after eight thirty when we came out of the lift on my floor, strolled, arms around each other, high in anticipation, and laughing along the corridor. And that was when, as we approached the door before mine, our eagerness was disrupted. That door opened and Mrs Gentry, an elderly neighbour, appeared clutching a light bulb in her hand. "Oh, Mr Siter, could I impose on your time?" she said, in her high pitched voice, her pale eyes glancing at Linda. "My kitchen light bulb has blown. Could you? Would you mind replacing it for me? I could never risk standing on a chair, and Charles won't be home for a while." What could I say? I glanced at Linda who was smiling ruefully at our mood being broken. "Of course, Mrs Gentry. No problem." I turned to Linda and handed her my key, "Just go in, Linda. This won't take long." "Oh, thank you so much," Mrs Gentry said, handing me the bulb, while I waited to ensure Linda had no problem with my door. The bulb in my jacket pocket, I climbed on a chair, and screwed loose the faulty one. As I withdrew it, and reached for the replacement, it slipped from my hand, and smashed to pieces on the floor, scattered small flakes of glass over the tiled floor. I told Mrs Gentry to stand back, while I fitted the new bulb. A job that was taking longer than expected. It was just as I emptied the broken bulb into her bin that the terrible thought struck me. Had Linda spotted the zed-box? God, she must have, but had she done anything about it? A swift farewell to Mrs Gentry, and I was hurrying to my own room and pushing open the door, I froze at what I saw. Linda was sitting on the sofa, ostensibly browsing through an old magazine. The lower buttons of her dress had been undone so that her bare legs revealed a generous amount of thigh. Two of the upper buttons were also loose so that the smooth slope of her breasts were so inviting. But what had chilled me most, was the sight of the band looped over the back of her head with the cups behind her ears. She looked up with an alluring smile, "Do I look provocative? " she asked huskily, shifting her body towards me so that the dress moved further up her thigh. "Wouldn't you like to kiss me?" I took two steps towards her, and asked, "How long have you had that on?" And I indicated the band around her head. "This? Ever since I came in. You must tell me what it is---but later." She snatched the band away, and put it beside the box. "Come and kiss me-- I expected to be fighting you off by now." Moving to sit beside her, I was estimating I had been about fifteen minutes. She'd had it on for most of that time. My thoughts were swamped away by her pressing herself against me and her lips found mine, tongue searching. I didn't want it to be in these circumstances. Not with Linda. I wanted her affection to be true, warm and natural, sensuous and slowly building to a wild crescendo. Not this falsified passion. Unwillingly, I turned my mouth away from her kiss, put my hands on her shoulders to ease her away, wondering, desperately, how I could explain. Her face showed her shock and puzzlement. "What's the matter?" "You won't be acting normally," I began, a hopeless attempt. She half smiled, and said seductively, "Oh, I know that. I've never felt like this about any man." She reached for me again, and I pulled away and stood up, hating myself as I saw the disappointment reappear on her face. "What is it?" she asked, plaintively. "Is it something I've done? Am I being too wanton?" That hurt me, that I should make her think that. At that moment, as I half turned away, my downcast eyes saw something that made my heart do a somersault. There on the floor by the power point on the wall, lay the plug from the Zed-box. It hadn't been connected. Linda was not under its spell. Her actions were only for me. Deliberately I stood over her, and said, with as much fervour as I could muster, "Linda, you are the most wonderful lady I have ever encountered, and if you'll allow me, I wish to raise you to the kind of high that you deserve." I sat down and took her in my arms, and as she snuggled close, she hissed, "You big tease. Was that your revenge for Saturday's disappointment?" "Shut up, and be loved," I said. One quick, comforting smile and then our lips were locked together, our tongues fought each other, my fingers loosened the remaining buttons on her dress, and I felt her madly pulling at the buttons of my shirt. Under the dress she only wore a bra and panties, and with my well-honed technique I could undo a bra easily. I reached under the slack garment and once again my right hand cupped the delicious handful of her left breast. With her dress still on, the bra would not completely slide from her shoulders. The next required move was obvious. I broke from the kiss and looked into her eyes, loving the way they had clouded with undisguised passion. "Bedroom?" was all I said. With an impudent little smile, her hand dropped to the massive bulge in my pants, as she said huskily, "I hope the bed is softer than this." Jumping to my feet, and pulling her up with me, I said, " I can recommend both to madam." I guided her ahead of me, towards the partly open bedroom door, and, as she moved, she gave a shrug of her shoulders to free herself of her dress, which dropped onto my arms. Lobbing it back onto the sofa, I then pushed her bra straps off her shoulders and down her arms, so that it dropped at her feet. My shirt slipped away quite easily, as we entered the bedroom, and I reached to switch on a small lamp on the dressing table by the door. The room was bathed in a delicate glow, and Linda said quietly, "Ah, blue for a boy, very tasteful." The walls had pale blue lined wallpaper, and the duvet on the bed was patterned in blue and white squares. In the mirrored doors of the wardrobes I had a frontal view of Linda, her breasts round and proud. her lovely face unreadable. She turned to face me, and her hands drifted over my chest. "Glad you're not a hairy beast," she whispered, and her hands moved to my to unfasten my belt buckle. "I'm glad you're not," I said, and as she laughed, I slid both hands inside the elastic of her panties, and pushed them down. "but let's see if that is totally true." I got the panties as far as her hips, just as she loosened my pants, and she stopped her operation to slide her panties all the way down. Without taking my eyes off her, I pushed both my pants and boxer shorts away and stepped out of them. My erection sprang up like an acute angled totem, while I saw that her pubic hair was not a triangle but more a very thick line, exactly the colour of the hair on her head. "I like you seeing me like this," she said, holding her arms out from her sides, as if to display more of herself. She was all delicate curves and hollows. "You look fantastic." I told her, and had never spoken a truer word. Her eyes lingered on my erect penis, then up over my chest, "I don't think I've ever seen a man on his feet while having an erection." I thought of the little studies I had done, "It doesn't bother you?" "Fascinates me. Especially with it being you and I think of what it is prepared for." She grinned, as she added, "Have we just come to stare at each other?" We moved together at exactly the same moment. Briefly I sensed the head of my erection catch against her bush but then it was pressed against her belly, as she performed the same little grinding motion she had tried in her archway. We toppled sideways onto the bed, and I was able to turn her onto her back. I lay looking down at her, my fingers only just touching her breast. "This is strictly for you. Slow and easy." But deep inside I was aware of a new sensation. I was actually feeling like an excited adolescent on a first date. How crazy was that? Being so over hyped could lead to certain difficulties in the later stages. Our kiss was warm and gentle, but the accumulated need quickly took over, as our tongues tangled, and my fingers stroked her nipples. Her hands stroked my back and buttocks, and I jerked as one finger deeply along the crack of my buttocks. My hands stroked her shoulders, her hair, her arms and back to her breasts. As always I listened to my partner's breathing, always a good guide to how things were going. Linda's was a little puff of air at the moment. Now I slid one hand downwards where it lingered over and around her flat smooth belly. One finger tickled into her little navel, while my mouth took over at caressing her breasts. Always, mouth followed hands. Each nipple was tongued, then sucked gently. That changed the breathing. It became harsher, more rapid. I allowed my hand to drift down over her upper thighs, stroking from knee to hip over and over, before moving to the inner thigh to savour that incredible smoothness that was so special. Here, my fingers moved down and each time they moved up I took them closer to her secret place, but always before getting there, withdrew, until I heard her gasp. "You're teasing me. Oh, but don't stop. Don't stop. It's so--" Her voice faded in another gasping grunt, and it was all wonderful to my ears. I lifted my hand from her thigh and back to her belly, but her lower belly, just on the edge of her neat bush, where I tickled along that boundary line, before at last allowing my fingers to flicker through the tight little curls. "I'm feeling redundant. Doing nothing to help," she grunted, reaching down to try to get to my now throbbing erection. I bent and moved my body to an angle where she could reach her target. Eager fingers closed around my penis, "Got you!" she squealed delightedly. Then she relaxed her grip for her fingers to smooth gently over the head, to trail back and forward down the shaft, and back up the underside vein. The grip returned and she circled her fingers to move slowly and softly along my whole length. That was exquisite. My own fingers trailed lower through her pubes, explorers seeking the magic valley, and finding it without too much trouble, although it wasn't as moist as I had expected it to be. No matter, I knew what I was doing in this area. I allowed one finger to trace back and forward along the beginning of the groove faster and faster. The moistening started, my finger slid between moistened lip, and felt the little nub it had been searching for. Circling it with increasing pressure, I felt it grow, heard her gasp as her hand tightened on my erection and began jerking at it. Next stage was important for me. Lips followed fingers, and I moved my mouth from her breasts and kissed my way over her solid belly. That in itself was an incredible sensation, as I heard her moan, "Oh where are you going?" That was when I moved my fingers further back into the warm wet depths, while immediately replacing them with my mouth and tongue over her clitoris. A strange humming sound issued from her lips, as I licked and sucked at the swollen clitoris, and my fingers moved through eager wetness to find that enchanted entrance. Once found I moved two fingers into the beginning of her vaginal passage. Her breathing was the sound of someone running a five mile race, panting, gasping. But worse, her hand was pumping frantically on my heaving erection, and I knew I could not carry out my full intentions for that stage. "Time," I said hoarsely, moving my face up towards her, and sliding my body between her widened thighs. She had not released her hold. She pulled my throbbing penis, and guided it between her own eager labia until that secret ring was tight on me and she released me to slide smoothly, yet gently, inside her. How I ever managed it gently I will never know, as my whole being seemed to be crying out for a deeper plunge. However, now I was moving, and each thrust was going deeper and deeper, while our mouths mixed , and we poured wild kisses over each other's face. Her vaginal walls felt like a series of hoops drawing me in as I drew back. Now, I was desperate, I wanted to have her orgasm. Her breathing was telling me she was close, but my scrotum was already pushing to unload. And it was then that Linda began lifting her hips to match my thrusts. As I eased back her hip-lift forced me back. Her loud gasping filled my head. Her tongue plunged into my mouth, and it was all too much. The adolescent sensation I'd felt from the beginning, became a reality, and I was thrusting, spurting and spurting again and again, up into her hot, soaking depths, as she moaned beneath me. I collapsed over her, perspiration welding us together, anyway lay like that, as my limp penis slithered out of her. Heavy hearted at my failure, I recovered my breath, leaned back, and looked into her perspiring face, with her lioness hair trailing over her brow. "I'm sorry, Linda." "Sorry? Sorry, after you've given me that?" her breathing was still broken. "But I wanted you to have a total orgasm--you didn't, did you?" She shook her head in exasperation, "Are you serious? You have just given me the most devastating sexual experience of my sheltered life. No orgasm--well, I'll settle for what I felt. And it was brilliant to feel, see and hear you releasing inside me." I had placed my head back on the pillow, eased by her kind words, as she struggled to sit up to lean over me. Her hand stroked my chest. "Anyway, I only came here because I was promised a coffee." I loved her for that, as we laughed together, kissed, and hugged. "Look," she said, pointing down my body, "there's a dead snail on your thigh." That wicked little grin came over her, as she asked, "Should I give it the kiss of life." "No, I'll get us a coffee," I said and gently laid her on her back. "You just relax, recover your strength." I grabbed my dressing gown, and headed for the door, as she called, "Am I going to need it?" Within ten minutes we were seated side by side, naked, on the bed, sipping from warm mugs, talking about telling the workfolk that we had a relationship. "We do have a relationship, haven't we?" I asked her hopefully. "After that? If we haven't I'm going to shoot you." "I tried my best. You're just too exciting." Linda smiled, put down her coffee, and stated, "Where do I go for a shower?" I pointed to the door, "En suite. Plenty of soap in there, and the temperature should be set right, unless you want it cold." Unashamedly naked, she looked back, and I wondered if those breasts were the neatest I had ever seen, as she said, "No thank you." She vanished inside, and I was instantly off the bed and following her. The promise of it was too great. She had just stepped into the stall, and her hair was already streaming water laden onto her shoulder. She laughed, as I opened the door and stepped in beside her. "Oh, welcome, dear sir." The cubicle was not big enough for us to be very part, which was just right for us. We each had soap and the joy of soaping each other was ours to relish. Stroking her dry breasts had been wonderful, but gliding over that superb skin with a skimming of suds was unbelievable. I made a great fuss of those breasts, circling, rubbing gently, then as the suds washed away, leaning forward to mouth around the nipples. Meanwhile, Linda soaped over my shoulders, down my chest, and her hands scudded behind me to rub down my back, over my buttocks, fingers gliding into the crack again, but more easily. To reach there she had to bend her knees, which took much of her skin out of my range, but brought her within reach of my genitalia. Her hands skidded easily in and around and over, sliding right between my legs, over and beyond my scrotum. Then she hissed, "Ah, the snail is coming back to life. Look, the phoenix rises. " I could tell without looking. I could feel the rise, especially as her fingers slid back and forward along its length, coaxing, soaping. She laid the soap to one side and allowed the soap to wash away. Her eyes looked up at me as water splashed down her, "Hah, you can't fight this." she gurgled from wet lips. Those very lips then kissed along the length of my penis, her tongue licked around the head, and she lifted it to lick the length of the underside vein. That very action increased the swell of it. Linda looked up once more, her eyes blinking in the spray, "Now! Now I'll find out," she blurted, instantly closing her lips around my penis, and slowly, deliberately, sliding them along the length, while I watched in some ecstasy, as my penis disappeared into her mouth, until I felt the head against the back of her throat. She slid her mouth to move back and forward, while her tongue licked hungrily. In the end I had to stop her, "Hey, that's lovely, but enough." I reached down to bring her to her feet. We stood there for a moment, her hand still touching the tip of my erection. "Was it good?" "Too good. Were you all right doing that?" A stupid question really. "I think I could have taken it all the way." "Well, there are other considerations," I told her. "I have to complete my job. I've only done shoulders and breasts." As I spoke I was soaping my hand, then, bending my knees slightly, I ran my hand along her inner thighs. Again suds on incredible skin was amazing. I resoaped and placed my hand flat on her bush, coaxed her to spread her legs, so I could slide my flat hand along the full length of the hairy cleft down there, pressing upwards and sliding again back and forwards. "Oh, God," she gasped, trying to bend to clutch my erection more completely. "That is---I've never known ---" Very briefly, I allowed the shower to clear the soap and then. bending more fully, I ran my tongue into her groove, found her clitoris without any problem, my tongue rubbed it for just five seconds, hearing that gasping noise from her. I stood up with deliberate slowness so that my erection could be directed between her thighs as I rose, and it was pulled down and off angle as it reached her groove and she clamped her thighs tightly,. My erection lay along the vaginal cleft just where I had been licking, as she murmured, "Aah, that's so good." "Dried, and bed?" I asked her, knowing my plans for this next session. "I could just stand like this all night," she whispered, as I turned off the water, and she flexed her thighs, and did the little grinding motion which drove me mad. "Out!" I said. The drying was very cursory, as we were both just to eager, and within three minutes, slightly damp, we were side by side on the bed. With much forethought, I lay back, my erection flopping to one side. I could see she was puzzled by my lassitude, as she leaned over me. "What now?" she asked, "I can see you're not worn out." Her hand flicked at my erection. I looked up at her, "Well, do you need a starting gun?" Her hand closed around my penis as she said, "You really want me to take you in again?" I shrugged, "If you don't mind. You said yourself, you need the practice. Okay?" "I'm surprised, and only too keen to please you." Immediately she was leaning down and over me. My main intention in this session was to get her to orgasm, and it may seem a strange way to that goal but I felt that doing this would be a start for the excitement she would get from pleasuring me. I wanted her excited, so I intended a little acting. She had drawn my swollen penis close to her lips, fingering it, as though testing for firmness. Her tongue tip prodded at the tiny hole in the purple head, before her whole tongue began a journey along the length, back and forward, top side, under side. Then, with a sly glance up at me, she opened her mouth and keeping it wide, she took in my whole penis, so I could see it, heaving there against her tongue, touching her tonsils. I had no doubt that the internet had schooled her.