remember?”
Side by side in the sudden darkness, they groped along the cabin wall until they reached one of the bunks. Longarm heard the soft rustling of cloth as Dolly drew her dress over her head. She pushed against him and the delicate fragrance of freshly soaped woman-skin wafted to his nostrils. He felt her fingers find his as he unbuckled his gunbelt and laid it beside the bunk, then she was working at the buttons of his trousers as he undid his shirt. He stepped out of his pants and stripped off his balbriggans. Then Dolly’s flesh pressed against his.
The hard nipples of her round, soft breasts brushed across his chest, and her hands ran down his lean hips and found his growing erection. She guided it between her thighs and closed her legs. Pulling his head down, Dolly found Longarm’s lips while she moved her hips gently back and forth.
Longarm was hard now, but Dolly seemed in no hurry, and he was contented to let her set the timing. He cupped his hand around her breast. His calloused fingers moved back and forth between their close-pressed bodies, rubbing a nipple almost as hard, now, as his fingertips.
Dolly changed the motion and rhythm of her hips. She began rotating them while still rocking back and forth. Longarm lifted her and eased her to the narrow bunk, lowering himself on top of her.
“No, Not yet,” Dolly said. She squeezed her thighs tightly together and whispered, “Here. Let me show you.”
Longarm felt her hands at his hips, raising them. He let her guide him, and she pulled his hips forward. He crawled on his knees until his spread legs straddled her waist. Dolly’s hands moved from his hips to grasp his erection, and she arched her back, setting herself below him. Soft warmth surrounded him and he realized that she’d tucked his hard length between her breasts and was pushing them together. Her knee came up and prodded his back. Longarm began to move back and forth in the valley between her breasts. “I like to feel a man on me for a while first,” Dolly said huskily. She bent her head forward, and each time Longarm reached the end of one of his strokes, her tongue darted out in a gently rasping caress. As Longarm continued his steady stroking, he came to expect the moist, wet contact on his tender, distended tip. He tried to speed up, to experience it more often, but Dolly turned her head aside and squeezed her breasts harder together to narrow the passage between them and slow him down.
“Slow,” she told him. “Don’t hurry things.”
“If that’s how you want it,” he replied.
There was a hypnotic effect to the measured rhythm he was keeping. Longarm lost track of time, but it seemed to him that he’d been straddling Dolly for hours when she suddenly released the pressure on her breasts and turned beneath him to lie on her side. Longarm felt abandoned without the caresses he’d been enjoying. He put a hand on her shoulder to turn her on her back again.
“Lie down behind me,” she told him. “We’ll rest awhile.”
Longarm was more than ready to move on to more conventional caresses, but he did as she told him. Dolly raised her leg and trapped him between her thighs once more. For a long while she did not move, and as the cool air touched his shaft, he felt his erection beginning to fade. Dolly must have felt him softening too, for she began to caress him with her fingers, softly circling him at first, then suddenly curling her fingertip to bring a fingernail into play. The sensation mingled pain and pleasure. Longarm wasn’t sure he enjoyed it, but his erection returned very quickly, and with it, his desire to go into Dolly deeply and fully.
“Let’s stop playing games, Dolly,” he said. “I know you’re doing your best to pleasure me, but I’m ready for the real thing now.”
Wordlessly,Dolly spread her thighs and pushed him inside her. Longarm lunged, intending to bury himself in her with a single, hard thrust. But to his surprise, Dolly was not moist, and her fingernail caresses had made him so tender that he was forced to stop. He refused to give up. He pushed slowly and patiently, and, little by little, felt her growing moist and opening to accept him.
Now Longarm could thrust. He drew his hips back and plunged full-length, and Dolly quivered and sighed. Again and again he drove in, feeling her respond with quick backward jerks of her hips as he reached the greatest depth of his penetration. The long preliminaries had their effect. Longarm felt himself building sooner than usual, but the narrow bunk bothered him; he felt as though he was going to tumble to the floor each time he drew back to make a full penetration.
Buried as deeply within her as he could push, Longarm stopped. Dolly stirred and half-turned her head inquiringly, but said nothing. Longarm worked a hand under her hips, picked her up, and pulled her into an all-fours position. He brought his own body erect, grasped Dolly with a firm hand on each of her hips, and started stroking again. This time there was no feeling of falling off the narrow bunk to inhibit his long lunges. Dolly was wet and hot now, and she was beginning to squirm in his grasp. Longarm maintained the speed of his thrusts until his time ran out and he let himself go.
“Only a little bit longer,” Dolly cried. “Just a little bit, Windy?”
He held himself rigid, plunging in full-stroke again and again and yet again, until Dolly cried out in a thin scream that faded into soft sighs, and her hips, under his hands, gyrated for a few mad moments, then stopped as she went limp and folded up in a heap on the tattered mattress. To give both her and himself room, Longarm withdrew, and went and sat down on the bunk against the opposite wall. The cabin was so small that he was only an outstretched arm’s length from her.
Dolly unfolded her body and lay straight, on her side, facing him. They could see one another dimly in the faint skyglow that the tiny, high window allowed to trickle into the cabin.
“Do you think I’m pretty bad?” she asked him.
“Now, that’s a Susanna Mudgett question,” he answered.
“I don’t mean bad, like a bad woman. I mean bad as a woman to make love to.”
“No. Sort of unusual, though. You waste a hell of a long time before you get down to the real part of it.”
“I have to, Windy. If I don’t, it doesn’t do a thing for me except hurt because I’m so dry inside. But if I fondle a man and feel him a long time—longer than I did with you, Windy—then I moisten up, and it doesn’t hurt me.”
“I’ve known women who liked to feel me up. But none of them ever took as long as you, or handled me the way you did.”
