He took the glass from my lips and set it next to my purse. He gently kissed my wine moistened lips and turned me around. I smelled his after shave. I stared out of the open bedroom door and saw the lighted fish tank against the living room wall. I knew he was going to undress me. I remained motionless with my back to him. I changed my gaze from the fish tank down to the red polish on my toe nails sticking out front of my high heels. He kissed the nape of my neck. The earrings caressed where he kissed. I could still walk out but was immobilized. He pulled the dress zipper down, slid the dress past my shoulders and let it drop as a silken wrap around my shoes. He turned me back around and smiled. I stood open before him, faint in anticipation, my mind unsure if I was actually there. He stepped me out of the dress and led me to the bed. I obeyed meekly.
It was a large water bed, then the in thing. He sat me on the padded edge, kneeled down and took off my shoes, un-strapping one ankle and sliding it off, then the other. He set them together under the night stand. He got up and reached around to unhook my bra. I turned my head and raised one hand to resist. He retreated, turned my face to him, kissed me, his tongue flickered into my parted lips. He pressed me close, reached back and unstrapped the bra hooks. He pulled back, slid the shoulder straps down to my elbows, gently raised one hand covering my breasts and pulled the strap past my hand and then the other. He draped the bra over my purse. I waited; arms crossed over my naked breasts before him and stared down again at my red toe nails. I remembered putting on the polish. There was a smudge mark on the left middle toe. I could not see it but remembered missing a stroke with the nail polish brush and attempting to avoid the smudge with a Kleenex.
He held my head and raised my gaze up to his face. He smiled, put his arms on my shoulders, tilted my back down onto the bed, rose, picked up my feet by the heels and swung my legs on the bed. I felt the warmth of the heated water and undulated to the waves caused by my lying down, arms still crossed. I again stared at my red toe nails moving with the water. I was adrift.
He got up and slowly closed the door. Neither of us spoke in the dim light. He undressed unhurriedly while I lay watching, breasts covered by my arms, naked except for panties, hair trussed over the pillow, ear rings dangling along the sides of my neck in tandem with the water bed movements.
When he stood up to undress his penis was pressing against a pant leg. When he removed his shorts I glanced away from my toe nails and saw it was straight out erect and swayed to and fro with his movements. He continued to take his time despite his arousal until fully naked, including socks. He placed his clothes neatly on a chair with the shirt draped over the back, his shoes underneath. He went to the base of the bed, climbed on and knelt before me. His getting on the bed generated new undulations. My head and his erect penis rose and fell with the water. He slid forward, straddled my legs with his, climbed above me until his face was to mine and kissed me a few times on the mouth. I could feel his hard penis brush against my legs as he moved forward and then press against my pelvis, still protected by my panty while he kissed me.
He rose up, lifted my arms protecting my breasts, examined my long red finger nails, kissed my breasts, slid down to his original kneeling position before my feet and slowly pulled off the panty. Despite my mind saying no, I arched my buttocks to assist. He pulled it over my feet and brought it to his face and then dropped it next to the bed. He reached down to my ankles and spread my legs while I protested meekly. Open before him, he dropped his face to my vulva, cradled my buttocks in his elbows and reached up and held my breasts. My hands held his head; my knees were up. I was opened.
The doctor knew his anatomy. He first kissed my labia lips and searched for my clitoris. Once found he twirled it with his tongue and tugged on it with his lips. I kept moaning no, while arching up to his twirling tongue. My hands grabbed the back of his head. I pressed his mouth forcibly to me and experienced an intense organism shouting denials as my head swayed to and fro on the pillow, earrings caressing my cheeks and napes of my neck. With my last quiver he raised his head from my pelvis. I saw his approving smile in the half light. He moved up and laid next to me, let me relax while holding my hand. We said nothing. Once serene again he rolled above me, kissed me, kissed my breasts and went back down to my clitoris until I was ready for his entry.
I had brought a condom which was in my purse on the night stand. I was panicked. I did not want to interrupt anything rummaging in my purse nor appear as if I had planned the outcome. A wave of relief flowed over me when he reached over opened the night stand drawer, pulled one out and rolled it on. With his penis shielded I arched my hips up, with legs spread, my vagina wet and ready for his entry. I no longer was hesitant or coy. I wanted him inside of me. He entered as if we were in slow motion to the hilt. I dropped my buttocks back on the bed. He was in. The warmth of his penis pressing up in my vagina filled me. It shuddered with pleasure. I moaned, yes. He began slowly moving in and out, steadily increased the tempo to fast and furious with his back arched, his pelvis thumping mine. He held my hands down into the covers while staring me in the eyes. I closed my eyes while he nailed me to the bed. I experienced 2 affirmative moaning orgasms with the latter just as he climaxed in a spasm. It was my most intense sexual experience up until then.
We lay spent on the bed, he on top, I underneath, cheek to cheek as the water undulations receded from spent movements. With the bed calm he slid out his withered penis, rolled off of me, slid off the condom and dropped it on the floor next to the bed. We lay next to one another, holding hands, content. Once the wave motions again subsided he rose up and said he would make tea. The bed again undulated as the water adjusted to his absence. He went to the chair and slid on his pants but took a fresh shirt out of the closet. He closed the door behind him.
I was unfamiliar with getting out of a water bed. After a few wave bounces I put my legs over the edge and sat on the padded railing. I grabbed a pillow and hugged it for cover. I reached over and quietly slid open the nightstand drawer. I peeked at the open condom box. I was pleased to see it was a box of 3 and there were 2 left. His closing the door allowed me to arise naked, unobserved. The spent condom lay rumpled on the floor. I carried my purse, bra, panties and dress to the bathroom and locked the door. I quietly opened the medicine cabinet to check for any female items but there were none. It was bare. I smiled thinking how the “doctor’s” medicine cabinet held no medicine. I noticed his after shave on the basin counter. It was an expensive one.
There was a towel and soap bar ready. I showered, dried off and dressed. I opened my purse, put a dab of perfume on and reapplied lipstick. I picked up my shoes next to the night stand, went to the chair, pushed aside his socks and underwear and put them on. I noticed unlike my husband he wore boxer trunks. It felt safe to be dressed again.
I hesitated a moment at the bedroom door, opened it quietly, slipped out and strolled to the kitchen uncertainly, pretending to again look at the fish tank. He smiled with the tea ready and handed me a cup as if I was walking into a tea shop, not out of his bed room. We sat quietly in the kitchen with our tea. There was nothing to add to the experience. I played the role of being uncertain as to what had happened and what was next, which was how I felt. Once the tea was gone I said I needed to get home or my husband was going to get suspicious. He walked me to the car and kissed me goodbye. I drove home nervous of meeting my husband but satisfied. I knew I was coming back.
I arrived home about 1 AM. My husband was up waiting. My hair was rumpled and damp from the shower. It was obvious but he needed confirmation. He asked, Well did you do it?” I smiled nervously. I said, “You asked for it, you got it!” I was nervous about his reaction and reiterated it was all his idea. Instead of being jealous he was very aroused. I let him lead me to the bedroom where he quickly stripped me. I lay back and let him have me.
It was a large water bed, then the in thing. He sat me on the padded edge, kneeled down and took off my shoes, un-strapping one ankle and sliding it off, then the other. He set them together under the night stand. He got up and reached around to unhook my bra. I turned my head and raised one hand to resist. He retreated, turned my face to him, kissed me, his tongue flickered into my parted lips. He pressed me close, reached back and unstrapped the bra hooks. He pulled back, slid the shoulder straps down to my elbows, gently raised one hand covering my breasts and pulled the strap past my hand and then the other. He draped the bra over my purse. I waited; arms crossed over my naked breasts before him and stared down again at my red toe nails. I remembered putting on the polish. There was a smudge mark on the left middle toe. I could not see it but remembered missing a stroke with the nail polish brush and attempting to avoid the smudge with a Kleenex.
He held my head and raised my gaze up to his face. He smiled, put his arms on my shoulders, tilted my back down onto the bed, rose, picked up my feet by the heels and swung my legs on the bed. I felt the warmth of the heated water and undulated to the waves caused by my lying down, arms still crossed. I again stared at my red toe nails moving with the water. I was adrift.
He got up and slowly closed the door. Neither of us spoke in the dim light. He undressed unhurriedly while I lay watching, breasts covered by my arms, naked except for panties, hair trussed over the pillow, ear rings dangling along the sides of my neck in tandem with the water bed movements.
When he stood up to undress his penis was pressing against a pant leg. When he removed his shorts I glanced away from my toe nails and saw it was straight out erect and swayed to and fro with his movements. He continued to take his time despite his arousal until fully naked, including socks. He placed his clothes neatly on a chair with the shirt draped over the back, his shoes underneath. He went to the base of the bed, climbed on and knelt before me. His getting on the bed generated new undulations. My head and his erect penis rose and fell with the water. He slid forward, straddled my legs with his, climbed above me until his face was to mine and kissed me a few times on the mouth. I could feel his hard penis brush against my legs as he moved forward and then press against my pelvis, still protected by my panty while he kissed me.
He rose up, lifted my arms protecting my breasts, examined my long red finger nails, kissed my breasts, slid down to his original kneeling position before my feet and slowly pulled off the panty. Despite my mind saying no, I arched my buttocks to assist. He pulled it over my feet and brought it to his face and then dropped it next to the bed. He reached down to my ankles and spread my legs while I protested meekly. Open before him, he dropped his face to my vulva, cradled my buttocks in his elbows and reached up and held my breasts. My hands held his head; my knees were up. I was opened.
The doctor knew his anatomy. He first kissed my labia lips and searched for my clitoris. Once found he twirled it with his tongue and tugged on it with his lips. I kept moaning no, while arching up to his twirling tongue. My hands grabbed the back of his head. I pressed his mouth forcibly to me and experienced an intense organism shouting denials as my head swayed to and fro on the pillow, earrings caressing my cheeks and napes of my neck. With my last quiver he raised his head from my pelvis. I saw his approving smile in the half light. He moved up and laid next to me, let me relax while holding my hand. We said nothing. Once serene again he rolled above me, kissed me, kissed my breasts and went back down to my clitoris until I was ready for his entry.
I had brought a condom which was in my purse on the night stand. I was panicked. I did not want to interrupt anything rummaging in my purse nor appear as if I had planned the outcome. A wave of relief flowed over me when he reached over opened the night stand drawer, pulled one out and rolled it on. With his penis shielded I arched my hips up, with legs spread, my vagina wet and ready for his entry. I no longer was hesitant or coy. I wanted him inside of me. He entered as if we were in slow motion to the hilt. I dropped my buttocks back on the bed. He was in. The warmth of his penis pressing up in my vagina filled me. It shuddered with pleasure. I moaned, yes. He began slowly moving in and out, steadily increased the tempo to fast and furious with his back arched, his pelvis thumping mine. He held my hands down into the covers while staring me in the eyes. I closed my eyes while he nailed me to the bed. I experienced 2 affirmative moaning orgasms with the latter just as he climaxed in a spasm. It was my most intense sexual experience up until then.
We lay spent on the bed, he on top, I underneath, cheek to cheek as the water undulations receded from spent movements. With the bed calm he slid out his withered penis, rolled off of me, slid off the condom and dropped it on the floor next to the bed. We lay next to one another, holding hands, content. Once the wave motions again subsided he rose up and said he would make tea. The bed again undulated as the water adjusted to his absence. He went to the chair and slid on his pants but took a fresh shirt out of the closet. He closed the door behind him.
I was unfamiliar with getting out of a water bed. After a few wave bounces I put my legs over the edge and sat on the padded railing. I grabbed a pillow and hugged it for cover. I reached over and quietly slid open the nightstand drawer. I peeked at the open condom box. I was pleased to see it was a box of 3 and there were 2 left. His closing the door allowed me to arise naked, unobserved. The spent condom lay rumpled on the floor. I carried my purse, bra, panties and dress to the bathroom and locked the door. I quietly opened the medicine cabinet to check for any female items but there were none. It was bare. I smiled thinking how the “doctor’s” medicine cabinet held no medicine. I noticed his after shave on the basin counter. It was an expensive one.
There was a towel and soap bar ready. I showered, dried off and dressed. I opened my purse, put a dab of perfume on and reapplied lipstick. I picked up my shoes next to the night stand, went to the chair, pushed aside his socks and underwear and put them on. I noticed unlike my husband he wore boxer trunks. It felt safe to be dressed again.
I hesitated a moment at the bedroom door, opened it quietly, slipped out and strolled to the kitchen uncertainly, pretending to again look at the fish tank. He smiled with the tea ready and handed me a cup as if I was walking into a tea shop, not out of his bed room. We sat quietly in the kitchen with our tea. There was nothing to add to the experience. I played the role of being uncertain as to what had happened and what was next, which was how I felt. Once the tea was gone I said I needed to get home or my husband was going to get suspicious. He walked me to the car and kissed me goodbye. I drove home nervous of meeting my husband but satisfied. I knew I was coming back.
I arrived home about 1 AM. My husband was up waiting. My hair was rumpled and damp from the shower. It was obvious but he needed confirmation. He asked, Well did you do it?” I smiled nervously. I said, “You asked for it, you got it!” I was nervous about his reaction and reiterated it was all his idea. Instead of being jealous he was very aroused. I let him lead me to the bedroom where he quickly stripped me. I lay back and let him have me.
