of her dress. She unfastened the top of it and then wrestled with the zipper. It finally came down with a whisper of sound. She looked at him pleadingly for a moment, as though hoping he would change his mind. Max grinned tightly.
'Keep at it,' he said. She pulled the dress forward and off of her shoulders, then pushed it down over her hips. She moved very slowly, stalling no doubt, but the halting actions were exciting to Max. He let her go on at her own pace.
She was wearing a slip and nylon stockings and high-heeled shoes. She stepped out of the shoes now, and then looked around the room for a moment, as though she expected to see some means of escape. The removing of the dress hadn't revealed more than a few inches of skin, of course. But the next step, the slip, would leave her nine-tenths naked, and she was having some trouble working up the nerve to take that step.
'You need some help?' Max asked quietly. Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. She bent over and took the lacy hem of the pink slip in her hands. Pulling the hem up was a slow job, because the slip was tight fitting. Static electricity cracked as thigh and then panties came into view. She was crying again, no doubt from nervousness as much as fear. The slip came over her head, disarranging her hair. Strands of gold stood out from the body of it, weaving like cilia from the static electricity.
She was a fine-looking woman. Her legs were just fantastic. How Farmer Brown out there had managed to land a doll like this was something Max couldn't imagine, but he was grateful to the man for having her here. She looked at Max for a moment, misery written all over her face, and he winked broadly. The stockings were held up by a garter belt under the wispy panties. She reached down now and pried open the garters one at a time. The hose withered and fell in a puddle about her ankles. She bent and pulled them off, tossing them away.
'So far I like what I see,' Max said with both desire and amusement in his voice. 'Now I'd like to see the rest. No more stalling, honey. I'm getting horny, and I want you to strip right now, or I come over there and do it for you.'
She reached behind her and worked feverishly at the clasps of her bra. Max felt his cock standing stiff against his pants, and he turned to face her fully, standing up as straight as he could, so that she would be able to see the bulge. She saw it, all right, although she tried to ignore it. Max laughed. 'That's all for you, baby.'
That started her crying again. She was like a Goddamn sponge, Max thought. All he had to do was say the right words or look at her the right way, and it was like squeezing the tears out of her.
The bra came away, revealing perfect, generous tits. They were like something in a kid's dream, or something from an old calendar. Absolutely flawless, each peaked with a pink nipple as bright and perfect as a little cherry. She must have heard a difference in his breathing or something, because suddenly she looked up at him, and there was a panicky expression on her face, a look different in degree from the way she had looked before. She looked too frightened to live. The expression sent a surge of desire through Max stronger than he had felt at the sight of her nearly naked body.
'Come on, come on,' he hissed. 'Drop your pants.'
She closed her eyes tightly, as though to block out his presence by refusing to look at him, and pushed the panties down over her hips. They slid down the length of her legs and landed at her feet. Max looked at her for a long time, savoring the clean, feminine lines of her, the roundness and the softness, and the golden patch of hair at her cunt. She was more than he had dreamed of all those nights in the row. She was more than he had ever dreamed of.
He had to open the top of his pants before he could get the zipper down, he had such a stiff. He had been saving it for a long time. In a few moments he was naked, his hair-covered body glistening in the overhead light. The woman stood trying to look at anything but him. She was shaking with sobs, and shivering at the same time. When he touched her skin it was icy, and he realized that she had gone into a state of shock. She seemed almost unconscious with it.
Max grabbed a fistful of hair and spun her head around to face him. He slapped her across the cheek with stinging force, and her eyes suddenly focused on him. Her mouth popped open and he could tell she was about to scream. He jammed a hand across the lower half of her face.
'You don't want to wake up the little bastard, do you?' he hissed. She got hold of herself. He could actually feel the stiffening of her body as she forced herself to calm down.
Max smiled at her and took her in his arms again. If she had felt good before the feeling of her naked body against his was indescribable. He almost came standing up just at the touch of her. Her skin was warmer now, but still cool and smooth. He held her close and laid his face alongside hers, relishing the smoothness of her cheek, the fragrance of her skin and hair. She was shaking again, but he could feel her fighting for control. He let his hand slide down the small of her back to cup one cheek of her ass. A fresh quiver moved over at the intimacy, and she gasped aloud.
Max slid his hand over the smooth, round flesh, letting his fingers stray into the crevice. She shivered some more, but she made no effort to escape him. He could feel her struggle against the urge. His prick was so hard it was painful.
'The bed,' he whispered, unable to speak aloud. She followed him with reluctant docility and lay across the bed at his direction. He looked down at her there, naked and lovely and absolutely available, and once again he had to tighten himself against spewing his come into the air.
He lay with her, half covering her body with his own and wedging a leg between her thighs. She struggled for just a moment, trying to close him out, but it was reflexive. She caught herself and pulled her thighs apart. He could almost hear her joints creak with reluctance.
The heat of her crotch was a goad, a welcome to him. The reluctance of the welcome made it all the more delightful. He embraced her for a moment, holding her upper torso against him, then cupped both her breasts in his palms, feeling the superb warmth of them as her chest heaved with terror.
Then he took his prick in one hand and centered it on her pussy. She cried softly and bit down on her lip again, clamping her eyes shut and turning her head to one side. Max pushed into her a little way, savoring the experience, then pushed into her all at once, clear to the root.
She twisted her head around and cried out in a sharp, tight voice. Max's arms stole around her again, and he cradled her against him, not moving his hips yet, just savoring the connection of their bodies. But he knew that couldn't last. He had been a long time without a woman, and she was a lot of woman. He began to move, pumping slowly, and the pleasures were more intense, more superb, than he remembered. A fine thing, he thought, when a man forgets how a piece of ass feels.
He kept the movements slow and deliberate, in and out, thrusting and pulling, and all the time he moved his lips over her face and neck and shoulders. He could smell her body now, the perfume she was wearing, the clean flesh and hair, the mild tang of fresh sweat. Her thighs lay heavy and torpid beneath him, and her belly met his in a slow slap-slap as he fucked her. She hadn't opened her eyes for a moment since he began his entry. She was lying beneath him, trying to keep herself apart from the act, allowing it but not sharing it. Later, he thought, he would call her up for that. But now it was enough just to have his prick in something warm and soft and pretty.
He accelerated his in movements and wrung a fresh cry from her. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment before she clamped them tight again. The sensations were streaming through Max in waves. His heart thudded against his chest, and his breath was ragged and short. He threw his hips into a great, last burst of speed, and flooded her with come. She cried out more loudly than before, and her joints stiffened suddenly. Then the climax filled Max's being, and he heard his own grunts, loud and harsh in the room, and then it was over.
He lay atop her for a long while, half because he wanted to make sure she didn't try an escape, and half because he enjoyed the feel of her.
When he was in control of himself fully, and all the sensations that had weakened him were gone, he rolled off her onto his back. He waited for some movement from her, but there was none. She wasn't even crying any more. Max looked over at her and saw that she was staring at the ceiling.
'I'm sorry if I wasn't as good as you hoped,' she said. 'But you're the first man to-to possess me, other than my husband.'
'No shit? You're really an old-fashioned type, aren't you?'
'Am I? I guess so.'
'As for performance, I really didn't expect any better under the circumstances. Not the first time, that is. You'll get better.'
'I wouldn't be too sure of that.'
