0 comments/ 19558 views/ 5 favorites The Opening Act By: Miltone "So how do you like the view?" Jayne asked as Jon pulled the curtains back and looked out the window at the skyline of Toronto. It was late afternoon on a clear bright spring day and the wonderful view of Lake Ontario served as a perfect backdrop for the city. "Impressive," Jon admitted as he surveyed the teeming metropolis; an exciting city to be with an exciting woman for the first time. It was their first trip away together and since they both loved the theatre, what better place to visit than Toronto, the Broadway of the North. "Mmm, yes. A very impressive skyline. And a Lake view! Terrific!" "And the view in here?" Jayne asked, her soft voice and sweet British accent drawing his attention back into the room. His eyes swung back around and met hers with a smile. But they quickly widened at what else filled his glance. Jayne had opened the plush white robe she was wearing when greeting him at the door to reveal a sheer off-shoulder lace baby doll that skimmed just below her ass with a matching thong peeking through from underneath. The sleek slender curves of her blonde body flirted with his suave reserve and without regret he had lost the encounter. "Oh ... my ... god!" Jon mumbled slowly at the sight of her. "Is that the best you can do?" she said letting the robe slip off her shoulders as she took a few steps toward him. He could easily see the outlines of her stiff pink nipples jiggling underneath the lace. "I would think that a great writer such as Jonathon Myers could come up with something a bit more inventive than that." Her hands reached out toward him as she neared, one slipping up around his neck while the other rested lightly on his chest. "I don't suppose," he began as his hands eased around her waist and pulled her body toward his. He could smell the freshly showered scent of her body and feel her warmth shifting beneath the thin lace fabric. "I don't suppose that the fact you're in such a sexy outfit can be taken into account for making the famous author so tongue tied?" "Not this time," she whispered, standing up on her toes to brush her lips near his. "Besides you had better get used to this sort of treatment if you plan on hanging around with me for long." "But I just got here, Baby," he protested. "Wouldn't you like me to wash up first?" Jon felt her soft wet lips press against his, her breath brushing over his cheek. He crushed her body against his, her trim almost petite frame blending to every line of his. As their lips parted and their tongues touched, his hand swept down over the firm curve of her butt reaching her thigh and pulling her leg upward slightly, enough so that she could press her smooth mound against his stiffening manhood. "So has someone missed me or what?" Jayne whispered as she felt his hardness throb against her. "Every minute we've been apart," he answered. Jon smiled warmly and remembered the day they had first met. He had been in the middle of an exhausting promotion for his latest book and had reeled off a reading and signing at a large local bookstore in a sleepy seaside tourist town in Devon. He had seen a pretty girl in the audience, watching him closely, listening to his every word spoken in his foreign Yank accent, laughing at his every joking interjection, flashing her great brown eyes at him every chance she could. There were more than a few times that, as he paused to sip from his strong coffee, their eyes met and their heads tilted slightly in amused acknowledgment. He had flirted with a fresh face in the audience similarly before, but he had a personal gentleman's code about such things. Jon would always smile and perhaps add an extra flourish to his signature when signing her book, and on rare occasions might even accept a glass of ale at a nearby pub, but he always hunkered back to his hotel alone. Yet there was something different about the way this one looked at him, something in her eyes and smile that told him she was special and that she thought him to be special too, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on, but which spurred him to add some additional material to his reading, including a couple of favorite poems from his complete collection published several years before. After he finished up to a smattering of applause, the proprietor came forward to arrange the queue for the book signing. Jon looked for the girl and watched as she moved into the queue. Perhaps mid-five foot tall, trim and athletic, thick blonde hair with just a hint of curl, and those great brown eyes, she was wearing a short little denim skirt that showed off a great pair of legs, a snug pink knit top and a light brown suede jacket. As she moved closer to him, he began to see that she was maybe half his age, a fresh young face, certainly too young to be interested in him, truly interested in the way he might want her to be. He smiled and looked away, laughing at himself to himself, thinking about what a fool he was to always be seeing someone like her and imagining if even for a few moments that something significant could actually happen between them. Jon seated himself at the table and began accepting books to sign, smiling at the cordial customers and loyal readers, each one requesting a special inscription, with which he happily indulged them. He couldn't see that Jayne had waited patiently in the queue, letting others go ahead of her so that she would be last in line. When she finally reached the table and held out her freshly purchased copy of his book, Jon glanced up, ready to flash his patented smile. But her look was different from all the others and his pat smile never materialized. Instead they looked at each other for a moment, mouths opened slightly almost as if waiting for the other to speak. Jon finally broke the silence. "Your name?" he asked forthrightly. "Name? Name?" This time the pretty face stumbled over the words. "Oh, yes, right. The name. Everyone has a name don't they? I have a name ... you have a name ... we all have names." She looked about but there was no one to enjoy her embarrassment, other than the writer who smiled and chuckled and looked up at her as if she were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. "Right! Jayne ... my name's Jayne ... with a 'y.' Like Mansfield the old-time sex-symbol movie star." Jon looked up at her, completely beguiled and bedazzled by the pretty little blonde woman in front of him. He gazed down at the frontispiece of the book she had handed him and thought of the standard, "Best Wishes, Now and Forever," that he routinely inscribed into his books. He glanced back up at her and sought out her eyes. There was something special about this one, the way she looked back at him, the nervous fidgety way she stood there, the last in line. He looked back down to the book and began to write, signing his name with the most deft flourish he could muster, given his weary wrist. He held the book out to her and smiled. She accepted it and was ready to leave, but instead opened the book and read aloud his inscription. " 'To Jayne, the prettiest and most intriguing girl I've met in the British Isles. Love, Jonathon Myers.' Oh, my." Jayne placed her hand on her chest, showing off the firm curves of her breasts. "Thank you. Oh, thank you, Mr. Myers." "My pleasure, Miss," he had responded, closing up his pen and getting up from his chair. "I hope you enjoy it ... the book I mean." "Oh, I will. I've read excerpts in the Times," she had said, wanting to step away, but held in place by the look in this man's eyes. My god, she thought, he is older than my father for pity's sake! Yet something in the warm green eyes and the easy smile that creased his face told her that this wasn't the average bloke she'd meet at the pub or on the square. Since the reading and signing had taken longer than expected and it was near closing time, the shop owner came over unintentionally to break things up. "So is everything going well here?" the shop owner asked, nosily. "Looks like we're about through, Miss." "Yes, quite," Jon answered, putting his pen away and standing. "In fact, Jayne here and I were about to visit the Red Lion for a glass of ale, weren't we?" "We were?" Jayne replied, surprised by his words. "We were ... yes, we were. Absolutely. Straight away." Before the shop owner could butt in any further, Jon hooked his arm around Jayne's and swept her toward the door. She followed easily along with him, smiling giddily as they went. "That was sudden," she said once they had stepped out to the street. "I know," Jon replied. "Sorry to be such a mover, but he was going to insist that I take a late supper with his wife and family, you know mutton or something not to my Yankee taste. And besides, you're the freshest face I've met during this entire boring tour." "You certainly did move fast," Jayne said. "Too fast for me to tell you that I really can't join you this evening." "What? Really?" Jon asked, taken aback. "You can't?" "Well, actually I promised my little sister that I would help her with a school project tonight," Jayne answered. "I really should be getting home." "Home? You live at home?" Jon then froze at the notion that this one might be younger even than he originally thought. "Oh, no," Jayne laughed. "I'm a big girl and have my own place, but she'll be waiting at my parent's home. I still call it that. There's my place, then there's home. It will always be home to me." "And the project is due tomorrow?" Jon asked. "Actually, not till next week, but I wanted to take an early look at it ..." "Then you can do that tomorrow, for the project will still be there and I unfortunately will be in Plymouth." "Um, well, I suppose," Jayne said slowly, thinking over his offer. "But just a glass of ale, right?" "Ale and some fresh conversation, that's all I ask." "All right. I suppose she'll understand," Jayne said, smiling brightly. "She'd better." After Jayne had phoned her little sister with her apologies, she drove them over to the Red Lion where they spent the next hour talking over a couple of pints. Their conversation was the fresh and exciting stuff of meeting someone new. The topics seemed to flow from one to the next without interruption, each one punctuated by a laugh, an intrigued look, or a sweet smile. They talked a little about where they were born and went to school, some of the places they lived. They even mentioned their most recent relationships, his marriage ending in divorce, her engagement stopping somewhere short of the altar. They sat for a moment appraising each other, neither one wanting to say something that might jinx the magic they were both feeling that night. "So, tell me, Jayne, what do you do?" Jon had asked after their second glasses of ale had been served. "I dance," was her simple reply. "You dance? Like on the stage? Really?" "Yes, really," Jayne replied. "I've just finished a run of The King And I in London and am off to New York in a couple of weeks for a new show." "Really?" "Why sound so surprised?" "I dunno," he said, surprised but quite pleased. "It's just that I thought you'd be a shop girl or a teacher or a nurse or something. But a dancer ... hmm, maybe I should confess something." "What's that?" "You see," he began slowly, taking a sip of ale then looking over at her with a smile. "I have a thing about dancers. Big time." "Well, I have a thing about writers. Big time," she laughed. "So maybe that means that we should have a smashing good time." "Yes, it does," Jon replied. He looked at her more closely. Shit! Why couldn't he have seen it? The long shapely legs, the nimble graceful way she moved, the trim compact frame, her strength and flow of movement? It was all there before him, and at first he just thought she was the prettiest thing he had met all tour long. But beyond all that, there was a spirit in her bright eyes and a freshness in her pretty face that made him see her as vulnerable. "You realize that I'm older than you, much older." "Well, of course," Jayne replied, her smile narrowing. "But I like older." "Old enough to be your father?" Jon said. "If you're trying to scare me away, it's not going to work," she countered. "Everything I knew about you before and everything I've learned about you tonight convinces me that you're someone I want to know better. I really like what I see in you ... you're a good sweet man." "You've certainly made quite an impression on me, as well," he said, taking a sip of his ale and then reaching over to take her hand in his. "I like what I see in you, too, Jayne. A lot." They talked on through another glass of ale before either one thought of leaving. It was actually his idea, since he had an early train to catch the next day. As Jayne was driving him in her cute little Peugeot to his hotel, they drove past the Princess Theatre. "What a cute little cinema," Jon remarked. "That is what you call them over here isn't it?" "Where they show movies? Yes," Jayne remarked. "But that one is legitimate too." She slowed as they moved past the marquee, then drove again around the block. "Looks like it's dark tonight," she said absentmindedly. "Are you lost?" Jon asked, puzzled by her maneuver. "We've gone around here already and that usually means that we're lost. This is your hometown and you're lost?" "No, silly man," Jayne replied. "I can see that Nigel's car is here tonight. This is where I danced in Chicago a few months ago. It was such a fun time." Jon looked closely at the excitement in her face as she pulled her little car into the small lot behind the theatre and they got out. She led him towards the back stage door. "Nigel is like the best," she said. "Theatre organist and a great friend." "Not to worry. One of my best friends is a T.O. too." "Really? They still have them over there?" Jayne buzzed at the door and it took a long time for anyone to answer. While they stood together beneath the streetlights in the cool night air, Jon cozied up to her, slipping his hands around her waist. She looked up at him, a bit surprised, but then she smiled, a dazzling smile that caught the moonlight. "What?" she asked. "Nothing," he said softly, "Except that the night is so lovely and you look so beautiful. I've always wanted to take the girl in my arms on a night like this and ..." "And what?" "Kiss her, that is if you don't mind," he answered. "That would be nice," Jayne said, leaning toward him. Their faces tilted just to the right and as they leaned forward, their eyes closed and their lips came close together. Just then the door swung open and a tall lanky guy with a scruffy beard looked out, surprising the pair standing under the flickering streetlight. "Jaynie!" the guy exclaimed upon recognizing her. "What are you doing here? And who is this?" "Nigel, this is Jonathon Myers, the American writer. We've just met and were talking and I wanted to show him the theatre." "S'okay," Nigel said as he let them inside. "I was just rehearsing for me show coming up this weekend." While Nigel returned out to the nook where the organ console was positioned, Jayne took Jon on a brief tour backstage, showing him the dressing rooms and offices, and then led him out through the auditorium. It was a small theatre, an older place seating perhaps a few hundred, but was warm and cozy, reminding him of a few old theatres back home. He loved seeing the look on her face and hearing her talk about the place that meant so much to her. "This is where I got my start," she said, her face beaming. "I had been dancing since I was a little girl, age three or so, but my parents always told me to do something good with my life, make something of myself, something to support myself. So I went to nursing school and did really well, but after graduating I was still undecided. Then I auditioned for a traveling engagement of Grease and I was hooked. I've never looked back." Jon recognized the Wurlitzer theatre organ console and the wonderful sound as Nigel began playing. As Jayne and Jon paused near the orchestra pit, Nigel began to play "A Night In Berkeley Square." "I just love this song," Jayne said as the verse played out. "Wait here, ok, Honey?" Jon nodded and Jayne moved up the steps on the side of the stage and disappeared. A couple of overhead lights were thrown on and he watched as Jayne walked out to the middle of the stage, kicked off her shoes, slipped out of her jacket and began to dance to the music. Jon took a seat a few rows back and listened and watched. Nigel had an excellent command of the instrument, a very deft touch on the keys, and an inventive approach to registration. But what really drew Jon's attention was Jayne, all legs and arms and body, swaying and gliding and moving beautifully to the music. The lyrical power of the organ beat strongly, and the lithe and languid dancing of Jayne thoroughly captivated him. In her snug pink top and short denim skirt she moved smoothly around the stage, improvising her steps and drawing Jon's attention completely. He watched as she spun around, ballet-like in her grace of movement, so very light on her toes, so very delicate and womanly. He watched her dance for what must have been a half-hour or more while Nigel went on to play a whole series of different tunes, mostly older standards and show tunes. Yet the effect was seamless, one melody bridging into the next. Nigel looked up from time to time at the stage and smiled at Jayne's graceful form dancing to his music. Then he would glance over his shoulder for a moment at Jon and smile before returning his attention to the instrument. Jon knew that this was no ordinary night. The sparse warm stage lighting lit up her every move. The music was lush and the dancing was delightful. He felt as if he could have fallen in love this night ... and maybe he did. When she finished and took a bow while Nigel paused to reset some combinations on the organ, Jon stood and applauded. Jayne looked at him and smiled, gathering up her shoes and jacket and rejoining him on the main floor. Jon could see an appealing warm glow flushing her face as she leaned over to Nigel and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks, Nige," she said softly. "I think we'll be going now." "Great playing, mate," Jon added with an appreciative smile. "Let me know if you ever get to the States. I know a couple of people who can get you in to noodle on some of the best instruments." "Sure, mate," Nigel replied. Jon took her hand and they made their way out to her car. "Shall I drop you at your hotel?" she asked. "Sure. That'd be great. I'm staying at the Imperial Hotel." "Mmm, very nice!" Jayne answered and opened up the door to her cute little car. The drive didn't take long since they still didn't seem to find an end to their conversation. Jon caught himself several times looking over at her, drawing joy from her expressive laugh, her lovely cheeks, the lilt in her British accent, and the luster of her great brown eyes. When she pulled up in front of his hotel, they remained in the car and chatted some more. "Say, you wouldn't want to carry this inside would you?" he asked. "I mean the night is still young and we've just met and I could use a drink." "And that's all?" Jayne replied, leaning toward him. "Of course," Jon said, noting the slight look of disappointment in her face. "I mean not entirely. One never knows where such discussions may lead." "No," Jayne said, leaning over toward him. "One never does." They each raised a hand to the other's cheek as their heads tilted to the right and they kissed. It was a soft sweet first kiss, both pairs of lips lightly brushing together as they introduced themselves. They remained kissing for a minute or two, each one taking turns until their tongues came out to play and their hands had curled behind each other's neck. Finally Jon backed up and hummed a sweet moan. The Opening Act "Damn!" he said all out of breath. "I've had some first kisses, but that one ... whew!" "It was very nice, Jonathon," Jayne sighed, leaning farther towards him. "Not only is the man a great writer, but he kisses like a god!" "Oh, come on!" After several more lingering kisses, she finally pulled back. "We really should be moving on, don't you think? We can't stay here making out like a couple of teenagers, now can we?" she added with a cute little laugh. "You're right," Jon agreed. Jayne started up her car and pulled around to park. As they stepped from the car, Jon took her arm and led her up toward the hotel entrance. "Now, how about that drink?" he asked brightly. "Actually, I had something stronger in mind," she giggled. Jon paused beneath the lamp just outside the entrance. He took her into his arms, bringing their faces close again, close enough for their breath to wash over each other's cheeks. "Don't play with me, all right," he said softly. Jayne didn't say a word, but simply looked up at him with her great brown eyes twinkling in the lamplight, reached her lips up toward Jon and kissed him again. Their arms wrapped around each other and they held tightly until their lungs were screaming for fresh air. "Jonathon," she said breathlessly. "I don't play ... with anyone ... in any way." "Good," Jon replied. They went inside and ordered drinks from the bar. But after sitting silently for a minute or two, looking at each other intently and intensely, they ended up having just a few sips and taking their drinks up to his suite. Once inside, the drinks were set on the table nearest the door, and they fell into each other's arms. Their kisses were growing wilder and more passionate; their hands were flowing all over each other's body. Her hands rubbed up and down his trim muscular chest; his hands explored the subtle curves of her back, from her shoulders down to her firm butt. His hands moved up underneath her top, trailing over the soft creamy tender skin of her back; her hands found the lapels of his tweed jacket, pulled it down from his shoulders and let drop to the floor. "You know that I don't often do this sort of thing," Jon said as Jayne began to un-knot his silk tie and unfasten the buttons of his dress shirt. "I mean, I don't ever do this sort of thing ... ever," he said while her hands pulled his shirt open so she could run her hands up underneath over his bare chest and comb her fingers through his light dusting of chest hair. "And you think that I do?" Jayne asked, feeling his hands rise up over her ass then to her waist and slip underneath her snug little pink top again. "No, no, no, no, no ... I don't," Jon answered rapidly. His fingers had reached her firm little breasts dressed in a delicate lacy bra. "It's just that we've seemed to hit it off real well and I hadn't even thought of something like this happening." He ran his fingers over the thin fabric of her bra, feeling her nipples grow erect and hard at his light touch. "Mmm," Jayne moaned as she lent forward and began to kiss his chest and nipples. "And just what might it be that's happening?" "This," he said, pulling a hand out from under her top and tilting her face up toward his. He slipped his arms around her and pulled her up into his embrace. Their bodies began to meld together as their lips crushed against each other's. Their tongues began to wrestle and twist and turn together. His hand went down over her butt. His fingers raked at her skirt, hiking it up so that his hand could move underneath, touching her thigh and cupping the bare cheek of her ass. He pulled her body to his and she willingly pressed herself up against him. "Mmm, Jonathon," she moaned as his passionate kisses moved from her lips to her cheek then her neck. "I like what's happening. I like it a lot." Jayne began to turn around inside the circle of his arms, leaning her back against his chest. Jon swept his hands up over her body, first gliding lightly over her breasts, then darting underneath her top. His fingers hooked into the lacy cups of the little bra and pulled them away so that he could touch her smooth soft tender flesh. She reached a hand up and looped it around the back of his neck, her fingers ruffling up his hair. His palms held her breasts gently while his fingers toyed with her nipples. She began to rock her hips and rub her ass on his crotch, feeling his cock stiffen and rub firmly against her cheeks. "You feel so good to me, Jayne," he whispered into her ear. Jayne tossed her head to the side, offering up her neck to his wet hungry kisses. "I love the way your body feels, so warm, so soft." "Jonathon?" she said, her voice only half a question. She began to turn back around to face him. "Mmm?" Jon murmured. "I want you ... to take me to bed," she said. Jon could see the desire welling up in her large brown eyes and knew that she could see the same in his. He backed up toward the bed, drawing her with him until they fell back upon the covers, scooting their way up, her trim body on top of his. When his hands reached up to touch her tits again, she reached for the hem of her top and pulled it off over her head. She shook her head a couple of times to fan out her thick blonde hair. When his hands touched her breasts she arched her back and reached behind to unclasp her bra, quickly slipping it off and tossing it aside. She leaned forward to bring her tits down to his mouth, her eyes closing when his lips closed around her nipple, kissing her, sucking her inside his hot wet mouth, his teeth teasing her stiff pink flesh. "Oh, god, Baby," she sighed, pressing herself against him. "Just like that, Baby. Just like that." He held her breasts, squeezing them gently, pushing them together, sucking first one nipple then the other, fingering one while suckling the other, getting them both wet and stiff. Jayne arched her back downward, pressing her firm breasts to his hot hungry mouth. She ground her hips against his, rubbing her mound against his hard cock. He was humming as he made love to her tits, and she could feel the buzz of his tongue and lips through her sensitive nipples. "You taste so sweet to me, Jayne," he whispered as he fondled her firm breasts. "I could kiss them all night long." "I'd like that, Baby, but there's some other parts of me that need your attention too." "Is that so?" he asked, taking hold of her shoulders and rolling her over onto her back. "And just what parts would that be?" He took up her shapely leg and playfully kissed her toes. "These parts?" "Yes," she giggled as he toyed with her feet. "How about these parts?" he asked, placing some kisses down along her trim calve. "Sort of," she laughed. She reached down and pulled the hem of her skirt up revealing the rest of her long legs and a hint of her white lace thong. He played his way along her thigh, kissing it, dragging his tongue over it. When she pulled her skirt up all the way to her hips and beyond, Jon growled teasingly. "I do believe that there is something else that needs my attention. Something very important and sweet and tasty." "And what would that be?" she asked, arching her hips upward so that the lace panel of her thong was pulled tight against her pussy. "This?" he said then plunged his face up onto her belly, driving his tongue in circles around her navel. "My god, you have poor aim!" she exclaimed, giggling from the ticklish feeling he produced on her belly. "Oh, really? Well then is this what you had in mind?" he asked, picking his face up from her belly and moving it down between the split of her legs. With his eyes locked on hers, he lowered his mouth to plant a kiss on her pussy through the thin lace of her panty. His tongue slithered out and pressed against the moist hot slit. "Oh, god yes! That's it!" she cried, hooking both her legs over his shoulders. Planting his nose on her mound, Jon dragged his tongue up and down over the damp panel of lace, taking in the scent of her pussy, feeling her squirm beneath him. He picked up his face and reached his hands up to pull at her thong, tugging it down from her hips, away from her body, leaving it to dangle on one of her ankles. He gazed down at the folds of her pussy, the smooth clean-shaven outer reaches, the damp pink inner labia just protruding, and the hood over her clit swelling up. He ran his fingers over it gently, feeling the soft tender skin and the heat and dampness. "Oh, Baby! You have a pretty little pussy!" he remarked, then licked his lips. "Mmm-mmm!" Holding out his tongue and without looking away from it Jon slowly lowered his mouth down to kiss her bare pussy. His lips spread out over her, his tongue began to lick up and down along her slit, tasting her, feeling along each labial ridge, then seeking out and finding the wet entrance. Just as he had kissed and made love to her breasts, so did he do her pussy, licking and kissing and sucking on her tender sensitive pinkness. Jayne let her legs fall open to the side, opening herself up further for him. Her hips began to move against his tongue and lips, grinding herself against him. "Oh, god, Baby!" she cried out. "Oh god ... yes!" When his fingers began to flirt with her opening, his lips closed around her clit; as one then two of his fingers probed inside her, he sucked her clit up into his mouth, teasing the hard little nub so very gently with the tip of his tongue. He could feel her body writhing on the bed. He looked up to see the undulations of her belly as she wriggled with pleasure, her hands fondling her firm little tits, pinching and pulling on her hard pink nipples, her head tossed back, her mouth open, crying out to him. "Oh god ... just like that, Baby ... oh, yeah ... fuck me with your fingers ... oh ... oh ... oh ... yes, Baby ... just like that ... oh god!" The sight of her, the sound of her like that, the taste and feel of her responding to his every touch spurred him on. He felt her raise her thighs up and close them around his face. A hand fell upon his head, grabbing his hair, tugging him, pulling him gently against her until finally he felt her begin to shake and quiver as an orgasm overtook her nimble body. "Oh, Baby ... yes ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh!" she cried out breathlessly, until her voice fell silent and she collapsed back onto the bed covers. Jon simply held himself against her sopping wet pussy until the trembling of her body began to subside. Then he began to kiss his way up over her body, past the denim skirt all bunched up around her waist, over her sweet little breasts, and finally up to her mouth where she kissed him strongly and passionately. "Oh, god it's been so long since I've felt that," she sighed softly, her breathing still shallow and quick. "It's been a while for me too," he confessed, stroking her cheek. Jayne kissed him again and began to work her way down his body. "I'll bet I know what you want now?" she said just before kissing at his hard little man nipples while her hand glided down over his stomach. "And what is that?" he asked as her hand pulled at his belt. "You're a guy aren't you?" she said before licking around his navel. "And I've never met a guy who didn't like this." Jayne knelt on the bed beside him and opened his trousers. She pulled them down and off, running her hands up his legs and over his snug silky boxers. "Boxer shorts are so, so sexy," she remarked with an equally sexy smile as her hands moved over the lump that was growing underneath. She ran her hand up one of the leg openings and fondled his thickening member. The very touch of her hand upon him brought a deep groan from his mouth. "Sensitive bugger aren't you?" she giggled. "I told you it has been a while," he laughed blushing at the truth of his statement. "Well, not any longer it hasn't," Jayne chuckled. As she pulled the boxers down, he picked up his hips to help and his long hard cock flopped out. She took him in both hands, stroking his shaft firmly and fondling his balls. She could feel him grow thicker and harder by the moment, his breathing quickening, his hips moving in concert with her every stroke. "Are you ready for me, Baby?" she asked. "Fuck yes," he swore as her fingers swirled over the mushy head, smearing the precum around the cap. "I thought so," she teased, then brought her lips down to kiss his cock. Jayne pursed her lips around the head, her tongue darting around in circles making Jon shiver and moan with pleasure. She raised her mouth up and away from him, her hand stroking him a bit harder. Then she brought her hot wet mouth down on him again and began to suck, moving her mouth down farther, her lips circling his shaft, her tongue massaging along as she went. Up and down so very slowly, excruciatingly slowly she went, sucking him deeper into her mouth each time she went down. She could feel his body respond, his hips thrust and quiver, his thighs and belly tense up. "Oh, god," he moaned over and over again as she sucked him into her mouth, the head of his long hard cock brushing against the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down on him, her one hand stroking his shaft, her other hand holding his balls. From time to time, she would pull her mouth off of him, making a slurpy little popping noise, and would stroke him with her hand. Sometimes she would lick up and down the length of his shaft a few times, sometimes she would run her tongue around and around and around the head of his cock, other times she would just lower her mouth again and suck him back into her mouth. Soon she had him moaning and sighing and calling out to her. "Oh god, Jayne! Oh, fuck! Oh, god! Suck my cock, Baby!" "You like the way I suck your big beautiful cock, Baby?" "Hell, yes!" But as she went down on him again, she felt his hand move over the cheek of her ass and his fingers probe around to her pussy, still very wet from earlier. When his fingers began to enter her again, she knew that she wanted him inside, she had to feel this long hard cock inside her wet little pussy. With a final swirling flourish on his cock, she pulled away from him and undid her skirt, pulling it quickly off and throwing it aside. "Are you ready for the main event, Baby?" she asked as she straddled his hips facing him. "Fuck yes," he swore, his growling voice thick with passion. "I thought so, cause I want you so badly too," she said. Holding his cock upright, she rubbed the head over her wet slit, up around her clit then down through the wet folds of her pussy till she reached the entrance to her depths. She felt him push up against her, the head moving just inside her. She felt a wave of pleasure sweep through her body from the sensation of having him enter her warmth. They paused for a moment, exchanging a glance, savoring this choice first moment of union. Then she lowered herself down, slowly easing all of him up inside, until her mound reached his pubes. She could feel him deep inside her and began to rise and fall on him, riding him, sliding her tight pussy up and down his long hard shaft, feeling his thickness stretch the walls of her pussy wide. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she began to rock up and down, harder and faster. His hands found her breasts again and she leaned forward to let him play. The feel of his hands upon her and his cock inside her was heavenly. Wave after wave of wonderful sensations swept through her as she rose and fell on him, again and again and again. And as he began to thrust up against her, grinding his pubes on her bare wet pussy she began to feel her body tighten and braced to cum again. She fell down against him, crushing her breasts against his chest as her body began to tremble. Jayne could only hold herself over him while he pounded his cock up into her pussy, sending her over the edge. "Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh!" she cried out with each thrust until she came thunderously. His arms encircled her shoulders and he held her in his warm embrace. "Oh, Jonathon," she whispered into his ear. "Yes?" he whispered in her ear. "That felt so good," she said, still feeling the tingles reverberating inside her body. "I haven't cum like that in so long." "It did to me too," he replied, kissing her cheek and neck as he continued to hold her, his long cock still hard, still buried inside her. Though far from the most experienced girl around, Jayne had been with a couple of older guys before, the lead from a production of Oklahoma she was in a couple years back and a worldly wise director she had met at a party in London. They had been pretty good experiences, even though short lived, but not nearly as intense as what she felt at this moment with this man. He was so romantic and loving, attentive and considerate. She had read a couple of his books over the past year and enjoyed them greatly, his wit and style, the depth of his characters. And when she had heard that he'd be in town for a reading, she just knew she had to come. But the thought of meeting him and being with him hadn't even occurred to her, and to have it turn out like this was almost unbelievable. Yet here they were together and she wanted more. "But ... but you haven't come yet, Baby," she said. "Have you?" "No," he replied. "But that's all right." "No it's not," Jayne said, lifting up from him enough to look into his eyes. "I want you to cum too ... I want to feel you cum inside me." "Is it safe?" he asked. "Of course," she answered. "I wouldn't have let you get this far without." Jayne leaned down and kissed him on the lips, a long lingering kiss that passed back and forth between them. Finally, Jon grabbed onto her shoulders and rolled her over onto her back. Pulling his cock from her, he knelt between her legs and boosted up her ass so that it rested on his thighs and brought her pussy near to his cock. She stretched her legs up and hooked her ankles over his shoulders while he rubbed his cock back and forth over the wet slit of her pussy. She reached down and took hold of him, guiding him toward her opening. "Are you going to fuck me, Baby?" she asked teasingly. "Uh-huh," Jon replied. "You gonna fuck me till you cum inside my pussy?" she asked rubbing his cock head on her wet entrance. "Uh-huh." "Mmm, good," she said with a gasp as he thrust his hips forward and his cock moved back inside her. "Oh, Jonathon! You feel so good inside me!" "I love the way you feel too, Baby," he said as he pushed farther inside. "So wet and so tight and so hot." "Oh, fuck me, Jonathon. Please." He needed no more encouragement than that and began to rock his hips back and forth, rising up on his knees to work his long hard cock in and out of her pussy. She was so wet and tight that her pussy made a sweet sexy slurping sound and his cock slid in and out. Harder and faster he thrust till his belly and hips were slapping against her thighs and ass. The sight of her stretched out before him was magnificent, her thick blonde hair fanned out over the bedcovers, her arms spread out to brace herself, her firm breasts bouncing madly with each powerful thrust inside her. "Oh, god Baby!" she cried out. "I love this ... I love the way you're fucking me!" Jon held her by the hips and thrust against her like a madman, driven by the passion and lust he felt for her. He had been with a couple of younger women before, one who showed great energy but little more, and one who sort of laid there and let him have his way. But neither produced this all-consuming feeling in him. The look and feel and sound of making love to her was bringing him closer to the edge. "Oh, fuck," he swore, leaning forward. Jayne let her legs fall down from his shoulders as he pressed forward and he began to stretch out on top of her. His arms curled around her shoulders, holding her tightly as he pumped his cock up into her. She dug her heels into the bed and ground herself against him every chance she could. His face was near her ear and she could hear him breathing quickly, a deep growl letting loose from his throat. Her hands reached down to grip his ass, pulling him vigorously against her, and urging him to take her forcefully. The Opening Act "Oh, Baby," he finally moaned, his body sweating profusely from their heat, his grip on her so tight she could hardly breath. Jayne wrapped her arms around him tightly as he felt his cum begin to stir and surge up from his balls. "I'm gonna cum," he growled. "Cum in me, Baby," she whispered in his ear, grinding her body against him. "I want to feel your hot cum inside me." Jon felt the liquid heat surge up through his body, and they both felt him shoot it deep inside her. Again and again he pumped himself into her, filling her with his hot seed. Even after her snug pussy had milked him dry, he continued to move back and forth in her, his body quaking and shaking, his voice growling low and deep as the built up tensions were released. He held onto her tightly, his face buried in the blanket of her hair on the covers, his body tingling from the pleasure he felt. It seemed that everything they tried had instinctively pleased the other, pleased them both so well that they lay together on the bed, in each other's arms, sweaty, spent, and out of breath. "Damn!" he said. "Damn! I've had some good first times, but this was incredible!" "Was it, Baby?" she asked, knowing full well the answer. "The best. The very best," he said, rolling over onto his side and taking her with him, his softening cock still inside her. "Well, I'm sure that you've had better," she said with a nervous little smile. "Nope," he said. "None better ... ever." "Oh, Baby," she said and hugged him tightly, kissing him fully and deeply on the lips. When he finally slipped out of her, Jon rolled over onto his back and she lay on top of him, her head on his chest listening to his strong heartbeat, her leg brought up over his belly, his arms wrapped warmly around her. "So you'll be in New York in a couple of weeks?" Jon asked, finally breaking their long silence. "Yes," she answered. "We go into rehearsals for six weeks and the show opens on the road in Detroit then Chicago." "Can I call on you somewhere along the way?" "Of course," she said sweetly. "You'd better!" "And by the way," Jon said softly, "My name is really just Jon, no 'h'." "But you signed your name as Jonathon and the cover of your books says Jonathon." "That was just my publisher's idea to add the extra syllables. Thought it sounded more worldly or some such." "Which do you prefer, Baby?" Jayne asked. "You?" Jon smiled. "You can call me anything." "Mmm," she hummed, her hand sneaking down over his belly to curl her fingers around his cock, feeling it begin to stiffen at the mere touch of her hand. "I've got a couple of things in mind already." They lay together for an hour or more, exchanging little kisses, warm touches, and sweet compliments. After making long slow early morning love but before parting, they had exchanged phone numbers and email addresses and spent some time sitting together in the bright morning sun on the balcony, sipping their morning tea while looking out onto the beaches. They held close in each other's arms before leaving the room, looking into the eyes of the other, trying to memorize what neither was certain might be seen again. There were no tears or trembling lower lips, at least none that showed while in each other's company. Jon continued with his book tour and Jayne flew to New York to do her show. Although he had gone to visit her on the road, his schedule and hers never seemed to allow them enough time to be together, really together. It was several months and a hundred phone calls and countless letters later that they were finally able to meet again. And for this weekend in Toronto, their sweetest dreams seemed to be coming true, and they held each other close and intimately in their posh suite at the Fairmont Royal York. "Well, I hope you plan on putting that big old thing to use sometime tonight," Jayne giggled as her mound rubbed up against the growing lump in Jon's crotch. "I do, Baby," he said bringing his lips to hers again. "You'd better believe I do." With a simple grinding of the hips, she pressed herself firmly against him. He knew that they were already at a very tempting threshold that, should they pass through now, would mean the six o'clock dinner reservation and the tickets for The Lion King would go to waste. "But first things first." "You know, Honey," she said, slipping her leg back down to the floor. "There is a part of you that is simply too practical. And I am intent upon working on that." Jayne grinned at him as they slowly slipped from each other's arms. It was almost as if they didn't want their hands to leave the other, but Jon did have to unpack and shower while she had to dress. So as they parted, he took up his bag and opened it while she took a seat at the dressing table. As Jon set to emptying his suitcase into the empty drawers, Jayne set to fixing up her hair. He loved watching her draw the brush through her long blonde hair, the fingers of her free hand combing their way through as well. Very carefully, she combed it and arranged it and rolled it up behind her head, pinning it into place with a lovely sparkling comb. He could see the satisfied smile on her face in the reflection in the mirror and knew that she was watching him as well. Jon pulled out his dark suit and looked it over, noting that the creases were still sharp. He hung it up in the closet, his eyes on Jayne the entire time as she reached down and pulled her sheer lace gown up and off over her head. Jon marveled at the lovely shape of her figure, the narrow spread of her shoulders, the subtle narrowing of her waist, the gentle flair of her hips, and the firm curves of her ass pressing into the cushion beneath her. He watched as she took a bottle of lotion and began to spread it over her body, her neck and shoulders, her breasts and tummy, and then pushing back from the table, her legs. One at a time she lifted them and massaged the lotion into her long legs, her finely sculpted dancer's legs. She had the clearest creamiest skin he had ever seen, and watching her massage the lotion into it was a definite turn-on. Jon sat for a few moments on the bed and continued to watch as next came the powder and perfume, and the light touches of makeup around her sparkling brown eyes, on her rounded cheeks and perfect lips. He felt his body respond as Jayne rose up from her seat, gracefully and elegantly, creating a stirring feeling deep inside him. Only the thin lines of her dainty little white thong broke the curves of her trim backside, but not for long. Glancing at him through the mirror, she smiled and spread her legs slightly. Hooking her fingers into the elastic, she eased the barely there panty down over her hips, pulling it away from her body and down her legs, bending over as she went, making sure that he could see her smooth bare pussy peeking through from behind. Taking up a delicate deep purple g-string from the dressing table, she slowly stepped into the tiny garment, eased it up over her hips, and adjusted the straps around her. She spent a few extra seconds fitting it into place, arranging the elastic so that it was comfortable and clung to her like a second skin. Watching her spread the panel over her pussy, seeing how it barely covered her mound, and then looking on as she adjusted the back, making sure to show him the curves of her firm little butt, nearly brought him off the bed and straight to her. But he stifled himself, remaining seated on the bed, knowing that their time would come later tonight. With her back still to him, Jayne sat back down and picked up her bra, a matching dark purple strapless in sheer lace, and placed her breasts into it, somehow holding it in place as her hands moved around back to secure the single clasp, smoothing the fit with her fingers as she went. When her hands got around to the front, she purposefully cupped her breasts and smiled when Jon eyed her cleavage through the mirror. Next she took up a matching garter belt and wrapped it around her waist. "Mmm, suspenders I see," Jon blurted out, feeling his pulse race as he watched his new lover get dressed in her lovely lingerie. "Oh?" she giggled. "You're learning I see. You silly Americans still haven't figured out the difference between a garter and suspenders, have you?" "No, but that shouldn't be enough to call this off now, should it?" "Of course not, Baby," Jayne said, her voice low and sultry. "But, Honey, are you in difficulty?" She walked over closer to him, remaining a good arm's length away. "You seem to have a look of pain on your face." "What I'm feeling is not pain, Baby," Jon answered. Sadly he had watched her cover her nakedness, yet each piece of her sexy ensemble only added to her beauty. She was learning in the short time they had been together how much he loved to see her body dressed in something sheer and sexy, and especially this exotic shade of purple. "Well, if you feel that I am just teasing you," she said striking a suggestive pose with her hip stuck out to the side and her back arched just a bit. "I suppose I could stop and we could just get into bed and go crazy together." "Hmm, and as appealing as that thought is to me at the moment," Jon replied, looking over at the king-sized bed. "I don't want the show tickets or dinner reservation to go to waste, for were we to do just that, it would surely be midnight before we got out of here." "Such boasting of endurance, my dear Jonathon," she laughed, moving back toward the dresser where she took up a pair of silk stockings. Rolling one up, she placed her foot up on the chair and began to unroll it up the length of her long lean leg, up her slender thigh. She then carefully arranged the straps from the garter to attach them on each side, all the time watching Jon with a sexy smile. Jon's breathing quickened as he watched her roll up her stocking, thinking about how he'd love it to be his tongue traveling along those sleek sexy curves in place of her fingertips. After putting on the second stocking in a similar slow, sexy fashion, Jayne moved to the closet and pulled out her dress. It was short black and sexy, with tiny spaghetti straps, a deep v-neck cut that showed off her cleavage, and short enough in length to show off her million-dollar legs to great advantage. Jon watched as she slipped it over her head and adjusted the material about her body, how it clung to her slender frame, and how she was able to pull the zip up without his assistance. Quickly she squatted down, grabbed her shoes and carried them over to the bed. She lifted one leg to the foot of the bed very near him, and slipped her foot into one of the shoes. "What?" she asked when she heard him sigh deeply. "Nothing," Jon answered with a smile and a slight shake of his head. "I thought you were about to say something," Jayne spoke, as she fastened the strap across her ankle and smiled back at him. "Not really," he said slowly, his eyes still lingering on her leg as she brought it down from the bed. "It's just that when you do that, Darling, I can see right up your dress, and you know how excited I can get about something like that." "Oh, I know all right," Jayne giggled as she lifted the other foot to the bed to put on her other shoe. "And is the view any better with this leg?" From where he sat, Jon could see the entire length of her shapely leg, all the way up to the top of her stocking, the golden creamy skin of her bare thigh, and the sheer lacy panel of her panty. "The view," he said slowly, knowing that she was watching his eyes. "The view is fabulous." "Thank you, kind sir," she replied, letting her leg fall just the least bit farther open, before bringing it down off the bed. "You are one flexible little wench," Jon chuckled as he got up from the bed. Jayne turned and smiled at him, spinning like a ballerina, the hem of her little black dress flaring outward as she spun around. His jaw dropped at the gorgeous sight before him, and Jon mouthed the word, "Wow!" He was sure that she could easily see the desire he felt for her as he sat and tried to remain calm. He wanted to pace himself since it was going to be a long night and he wanted to be around at the end. "You think so?" she asked slipping for a moment into his arms. "Now don't you have some getting ready to do yourself?" "Damn! I knew you'd remind me," he said, leaning forward to kiss her lightly on the lips. "Won't take me but a minute." Jayne sat back at the dressing table, to re-touch her makeup while Jon went into the bathroom for a quick shower, realizing that he has spent enough ogling her and needed to make himself ready. He quickly stripped down and paused before jumping into the shower. His body was flushed and excited, the hours spent exercising have kept it trim and in shape, and he smiled to think that later tonight her hands and lips would be touching it. For just a moment under the hot spray, he dreamed of those touches and felt his cock throb at the notion. Knowing how she liked him smooth, he took the razor to his privates, making sure that she would find them exactly to her liking. His cock twitched again at the thought of Jayne running her hands or her tongue along its length. He flew through the rest of his routine, drying off, shaving his chin and cheeks, trimming his moustache, drying and combing his hair. Jon wrapped a towel around his waist and sauntered out to dress. Jayne sat so sweetly waiting for him to finish. She giggled sweetly when he dropped the towel casually, letting her glimpse his naked body for the first time today. Standing with his back to her, he pulled on a favorite pair of silk boxers, turning around to face her just before his semi-erect cock disappeared. He knew the smirk on her face was there because she realized that she was responsible for his arousal. The crisp trousers, a dark blue pinstripe, a fresh white dress shirt, his favorite Carlo Palazzi silk necktie, and a comfortable pair of Rockports on his feet-ideal for dancing-made him feel complete. "You know, Baby, you didn't have to be in such a hurry," Jayne said. "A girl likes a little show too, you know, this one in particular." Watching him finish drying off, spritz on his cologne and dressing had set her body stirring, wanting him to take her there and then but knowing that would make them regrettably late. She got her bag, filled it with her cards, keys, phone and lip-gloss. She then reached for the necklace he had sent her for her birthday. "Can you do me, Baby?" she asked. "Love to," Jon replied, stepping up behind her, his hands on her bare shoulders, his face beside her hair, coiffed so precisely and lovely and scented to perfection. His body leaned in toward her, his hips pressing up against the cheeks of her ass. She cleared her voice and her hands nudged his with the ends of the necklace. "Oh, sorry, I thought you meant a different meaning of the word 'do'," Jon chuckled. As he took the dainty ends and fumbled to close them together, he noticed that she shivered slightly, a motion that seemed to grow when he set the connected necklace down against her skin and arranged it with his fingertips. His fingers splayed out to touch her neck and shoulders. He leaned forward, placing his lips near her ear and whispering, "You look so beautiful tonight, Sweetheart. Can we just stay here instead?" "You really have no self-control now, do you?" she said, turning around and kissing him, her lips full of the promise of what will come later. Jayne wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her hand moving to stroke his chest as she moaned softly. "Mmm, just wait till we get home, Baby. I'm going to drive you crazy all night tonight. I'm going to tease you to hell, knowing that when we get home that you are going to fuck me like crazy. How does that sound? Enough or do you need more?" "More? More? More is a favorite word, you know," Jon replied, his hands holding her arms and keeping her tight to him. "If we go dancing tonight," she smiled devilishly. "I'm going to whisper to you how much I can't wait for your cock to be inside me. And while we're waiting at the restaurant, with tables full of strangers nearby, I'm going to take my foot and slide it onto your lap and rub it into you ..." "All right," Jon protested with a chagrined smirk. "Enough, you naughty little girl!" "What's the matter, Baby?" she teased. "Can't take anymore?" "No, I just don't want to be late," he answered, letting go of her arms and backing away. "And if you say just one more word like that, I will take you here and now!" "Right!" she giggled. "But you realize that if we are, it would have been all your fault." "But we aren't," Jon protested. "But if we were, it still would have been your fault," Jayne replied with a sexy smile. "Entirely your fault." Jon helped her into her wrap and grabbed his jacket before they slipped out to the elevator. Since it was a lovely spring afternoon and the restaurant wasn't far away, they decided to walk the few blocks that it would take. Walking arm-in-arm, they wound their way up from Front Street toward Richmond, passing the shops and businesses but pretty oblivious of it all since they were together. Since his divorce, he had gone out with a couple of younger women, some much younger than he was, but he felt so young and alive being with Jayne, the difference in their ages not seeming to matter to either one. And on this lovely spring evening, he couldn't imagine being anywhere else with anyone else. They entered the restaurant through the alley entrance to The Easy, an upscale nightclub through which they had to pass before being directed onto a Persian rug-lined, vintage freight elevator. It was manned by a charming attendant who chatted amiably as the elevator creaked and groaned its way up to the fifth floor. Jayne and Jon smiled and shared a laugh at this seeming ritual filled with a certain cachet of charm and exclusivity. The elevator let them off outside the main dining room of the restaurant called The Fifth, which was surely one of the most enchanting in town, with hardwood floors and exposed ductwork that gave it a loft-type feel. The setting was enhanced by large picture windows that looked out onto the twinkling lights of downtown. The tables were draped in white linen and paired with armless upholstered chairs, truly the last word in comfort. The lighting was soft, candles flickered throughout, and the chandeliers overhead only added to the elegant feel. Jon noticed a small lounge area with a fireplace and overstuffed couches, and thought how it was too bad that they wouldn't have time to enjoy an after dinner drink, listening to a honey-voiced pianist crooning some cool jazz standards. "This is so grand," Jayne remarked happily. "I love it!" "Mmm, and I love you," Jon replied, still holding her arm and keeping her so close to him. Their table was waiting for them when they checked in and was quite to their liking in a prominent yet cozy and comfortable location. The menu was contemporary French, expensive perhaps, but worth it given the nature of their evening together. They ordered cocktails and their choice of appetizers. The ice had hardly begun to melt in their drinks before Jon felt her foot slowly work its way up along his leg. Sure, the long tablecloths hid her move and he did absolutely nothing to stop her, yet there was a certain insistence in her movement that delighted him. Her face wasn't displaying the least hint of what was happening under the table. Jon knew that he was falling in love with this special young woman, with the way she looked, the way she laughed, the way she anticipated what he liked and wanted and needed, the way she really cared for him. And as their table conversation progressed, Jayne felt much the same way. She had known men before, most closer to her age, a couple who were older, but all seemed more caught up in themselves than in her. Until this one. Jon always made her feel special, as if she was the only woman in the room, by the way he looked at her, the way he'd take her hand and kiss it in public, uncaring of whoever was watching. She had to stifle her giggle as she slipped off her shoe and ran her toes up along his leg, well past his knee. And when the waiter arrived with their appetizers just as her big toe brushed against Jon's crotch, she could hardly contain the hearty laugh that was bubbling up inside her belly, watching as Jon placed their order, calmly and smoothly without flubbing a single syllable.