'He's available whenever you want him,' Kyle said, not even blinking at her request. He pointed to the small cell phone affixed on the wall by the sinks. 'We can call when you're ready for him.'
'He's blond, right?' Nora asked. 'Austrian with one of those cute accents, and his name is Rolf?'
Kyle nodded, his leaf green eyes twinkling. 'Yes, ma'am. He's exactly as you want him to be.'
'I don't think I ever want to go back to reality,' Nora said, sighing.
'Everyone has to face reality eventually, Red Rover,' he answered her. 'That's what makes our fantasies so very special.' Then, walking across the room, he opened the shower doors and turned on the faucets. 'Come on. We're both pretty rank, and the night is young. You still aren't satisfied. I can tell.'
'I've probably never been, considering all the years Jeff has ignored me while he played around,' Nora said bitterly. 'And what happens if whoever invented The Channel takes it away?'
'You're asking me questions I can't answer, Nora,' Kyle told her. 'Don't worry about what hasn't happened yet, if it ever happens. Let's just enjoy the moment.' He held out his hand to her. 'Come on, baby.'
Taking the hand, Nora let him draw her into the shower. There were water jets spouting at her from every angle. She could have sworn that the shower water was perfumed too. But was such a thing possible? Hey, why not? It was her fantasy, after all.
'This is a liquid-soap dispenser,' Kyle said as he showed her a small spigot and matching button in the tiled wall. He pressed it, and began rubbing the slick substance across her shoulders. His big hands worked down her back, and over her rounded buttocks. Then he let the water jets rinse her back clean before turning her about and washing her breasts, her torso, and the luxuriant curls covering her pubic mound. The water rinsed her again.
'My turn!' Nora told him gaily. She pushed the button, and her hand was filled with the sweet smelling soap. She began to wash him in the same manner as he had washed her, hands smoothing over hard flesh. His shoulders were broad. His torso was narrow. His butt simply adorable. She couldn't resist giving it a little squeeze. 'You've got the cutest tush,' she told him. Then she let the water rinse him.
He turned about so she might wash his front. Her hands worked leisurely across his chest while his hands began to caress her breasts, moving down along her rib cage, and finally to her belly. Her hands followed his every move. She soaped his pubic hair, fondling his hairy balls with a teasing motion, washing his penis, which was growing harder with each stroke of her hands. His response was to be expected. Reaching down, he pushed between her nether lips into her vagina with two fingers to tease her back. Then they were kissing again while the hot water pouring over them began to feel cool in relation to the heat their bodies were generating with their rising sexual arousal.
His hands cupped her buttocks as he backed her into the tile wall of the shower. The fingers were withdrawn, replaced by his hard penis as he lifted her up, then lowered her onto his eager organ. She sheathed him entirely, her arms tightening about his neck. Fuck! That was all it seemed she wanted to do. Fuck! She was soaking wet from her head to her toes, and all she wanted to do was pleasure herself on this man's talented cock. She groaned almost angrily as she felt her climax coming much too quickly. 'No, damnit!'
'Let it happen,' he hissed in her ear. 'There's going to be more where that came from, Nora. I never get tired. Let it happen, and just enjoy.'
'Ahhhh!' She could help herself, and she immediately wanted more.
Kyle laughed softly, and kissed her tenderly as his arms went about her. He set her down on her feet again. 'Poor Red Rover,' he said. 'I can only imagine what it has been like for you with Jeff. He didn't give a damn about you. Just grabbed his own pleasure and left you hanging. A wham-bam man, right?' His big hand stroked Nora's wet hair. 'Once you get used to me, Nora, you'll see that you don't have to rush. I told you. I'm tireless. I can go on just as long as you need me to go on. I'm going to teach you to take your time and get all the pleasure you want. Trust me.'
She could feel his heart thumping beneath her cheek. The hot water was hitting them from all sides as she stood there getting her breath back. 'I never,' she began, 'in all the years I've been married got the kind of pleasure from Jeff that I'm getting from you. I wasn't even certain this kind of pleasure really existed except in the minds of romance novelists. But you're right. I'm so afraid you'll come before me that I climax too quickly. We've got to work on that, Kyle. It's my fantasy, after all.'
'We're going to, darling, and won't it be fun,' he answered with a grin.
'Let's get out of here,' Nora said. 'I'm starting to prune. And I do believe that I'm ready for Rolf, my masseur, now.'
'Shameless and insatiable,' Kyle chuckled as they stepped from the shower. 'The two qualities I like best in a woman. Here.' He handed her one of the large towels. 'Dry off while I call down for Rolf.' He wrapped a towel about his lean loins, and walking across the floor, he picked up the cell from its wall cradle, speaking softly into it.
Nora wrapped her hair in the towel he had given her, taking another to dry herself off. She felt so alive. She had been fucked three times in what? An hour? Two hours? She had absolutely no conception of time here. Did it matter? How long could this last, and could she order The Channel again whenever she wanted it? Surely they didn't put a limit on something as wonderful as this. That would be too cruel. She wondered if Kyle knew.
'Rolf will be right up,' Kyle said, coming across the heated floor from the phone, and toweling himself as he walked. 'Turn around, and I'll get your back, baby.'
'Can I order The Channel whenever I want it?' Nora asked him. 'I mean, do they put a limit on it?'
'Not that I've ever heard,' he responded. 'Does that mean you want to come back?' He slid his hands around to cup her breasts, teasing the nipples, which responded immediately to his touch.
'Hell,' Nora said, 'I don't ever want to leave. Stop, or I'm going to go down on you, Kyle. You're getting me all hot again.'
'Hi there!' A voice with an Austrian accent.
They turned to to see a blond man standing in the wide doorway of the bathroom.
'I'm Rolf. Shall we do it here, or in the bedroom?' He was carrying a folded table with him, and had a pouch slung across his barrel chest.
Nora's eyes wandered boldly over the young man. Medium height. Muscled, but not ugly muscles. A stocky hard body. Blue eyes. Rosy cheeks. Naked. She licked her lips. Well, hell, they were naked too. It made it all so much easier. His genitals were very nicely formed, and she admired them. Rolf would do a lot more than just give her a massage, and she found she could hardly wait. 'Set your table up in here,' she told him. 'Kyle, darling, why don't you take a break.'
'Don't I get to watch?' he demanded.
'Do you want to watch?' she teased him. God! This was so exciting.
'Only if you want me to,' he countered, but she could tell he did.
'I'll call you when I want you, then,' Nora told him. She was in charge here, and she wanted to punish him just a little because she could. The jealousy she saw flare in his eyes gave her a great sense of satisfaction.
Rolf set up his table near the bathing pool. Taking a pale peach-colored percale sheet from his pouch, he flipped it over the table. 'Let's start you on your back,' he told her, helping her up onto the table. 'Ever had a massage before?'
'I'm a virgin,' she told him provocatively.
The blue eyes danced. 'I'm very good with virgins,' he replied. 'Close your eyes now, and let me do my thing, sweetie.'
'Are you?' she answered him boldly.
'So I've been told. You be the judge, Nora. If I'm a bad boy, you can spank me,' he teased. 'Gardenia or almond oil? I've got both.'
'Gardenia.' She closed her eyes as ordered, and imagined Rolf bent over the couch in the living room while she spanked him with a hairbrush, turning those plump white cheeks pink. It was something to think about, and where in the name of heaven were these lascivious thoughts coming from? Nora wondered. 'Oh, that feels good,' she told him as his hand began to knead and smooth her shoulders.
'I've only just begun,' he responded. 'It's going to get better and better before I'm all through with you.' He was behind her, slicking the scented oil over her skin.
How was it possible that she could feel all of this? She was deep into a fantasy, yet she not only felt but smelled the oil. And she certainly had all her other senses intact as well. Why was she questioning how it was possible? It actually made her brain hurt. Just relax and enjoy it, she told herself. She pushed the confused thought
