contracted and spasmed with the furious urgency that-had begun to take hold of him.
Now she stretched a lovely bare arm out towards a little tabouret just beyond the revolving bed, and retrieved a small white porcelain jar whose top she unscrewed. Then, dipping her right forefinger into the ocher-tinted ointment, she carefully applied it over the velvety glans and the tautly rigid shaft of his swollen penis. The fragrance of sandalwood came to his dilated nostrils, and he blinked in pleased surprise at this unexpected nuance of erotic preparation. As in a three-dimensional dream in which the incense and the light and mirrors and music all compounded this fantasy which was yet reality, he watched her anoint the soft pink quivering lips of her vulva. Then, replacing the top of the jar and setting it over at the foot of the bed, she moved hack to him and knelt between his straddled thighs, her hands reaching for his and their fingers entwining. Her hair tumbled down onto his chest, and he arched himself with a frenzied impatience, wanting to assuage the maddening aching in his loins and to slake himself as if it were almost the very first time in his existence.
She crouched before him, tossing her lovely head so that the thick cascade of coppery red hair tumbled down over her back and, with that motion, let him again delight in the jouncing of her firm white breasts. Her nipples seemed stiffer and darker now, though perhaps it was the fanciful tinting which the diffused light accorded her naked flesh. Her fingers glided over his inner thighs, thence to his abdomen and chest, now stroking his sides up to the armpits and back down till at last she took hold of his aching penis with both thumbs and forefingers and commenced a rapid- series of tiny little squeezes which made him groan aloud.
'You've been wonderfully patient, you're a perfect lamb, Tim,' she complimented him. And then, in a whimsical tone and a quick little smile of her moist red lips, she added, 'Remember, don't try to do everything the first time. It's good to take the edge off, and then we can both take our time and learn more about each other. You'll see. And now, I know rye kept you waiting an awfully long time, but I'll try to make it up to you.'
With this, she put her left thumb and forefinger to the soft pink hairless lips of her vulva and yawned them apart, while her right hand grasped the middle of his upright, throbbing spear. He caught his breath and shuddered with a feverish anticipation, his hands wanting to reach out and squeeze and possess the warm resilient naked body so tantalizingly displayed before him.
'Now put your legs tight together, dear, so I can have you,' she whisperingly instructed, and he obeyed. Deftly, straddling over his hips, her nylon-sheathed knees planted firmly on the waterbed which continued to revolve, she took hold of his penis at the circumeisional groove, exerting a very light pressure with the very tips of – forefinger and thumb, and guided him into her gaping cleft. At that initial contact; he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, for the ferocious impulse to release his pent-up essence was almost intolerable. Tilting back his head, tightening all his muscles, he fought against the disaster, for that would be to repeat the failures of the past, failures he had come here to repair.
Slowly she sank herself down upon him, impaling herself, and he could feel the pulsations of her vaginal sheath as it enclasped his penetrating organ. Her fingers moved down to the scrotum as she absorbed almost all of it, and the quick little pinches which she applied served also to block his frantic will to climax at this inappropriate moment.
'My goodness, you've nothing to be ashamed about at all, nothing, darling,' she confided in a soft, little girl voice as very carefully now, reaching out to grasp his shoulders, she lowered herself. When he felt the impact of her ripe firm naked breasts against his panting chest, he yielded to impulse for the first time and locked his arms around her smooth deeply hollowed warm bare back.
Her mouth sealed his, and her tongue nimbly probed between his lips. It was like a galvanizing current flowing between their bodies. He steeled himself to withhold his juices, for this had been so perfect till this moment that the least flaw would destroy the illusion of ecstatic perfection, of love as it was meant to be between man and woman with a dash of sophistry and wit to spice the episode.
It was strangely pleasing for him to feel her mouth on his and her tongue probing, for he had always had the belief that this was the one thing professionals would never do with a client It served to give him greater confidence, realizing that Eleanor was not only a superb actress and imaginative love-partner but also sexually sincere. And now he could surrender himself to the multitudinous sensations which besieged him.
The elegantly ironic music of Ravel had reached its finale, at a swifter pace that seemed to accompany the pounding of his pulses and the throbbing ache of his imbedded penis to the hilt within her contracting sheath. For he could definitely feel the fluttering, constricting, tremors with which the walls of her gloriously tight vagina held him in an ecstatic captivity. He began now to want to take initiative, and he arched himself.
'Oh, darling,' her soft tone was almost reproachful,' not this first time, please? Let me do it for you, because after all, we have all night. I promise you'll be the master next time. Is that all right, Tim dear?'
'Why C-God, why-yes, Eleanor-oh God, it's so good!' he hoarsely panted.
Her fingertips brushed his armpits with slyly insist-ant caresses, as her tongue nimbly moved this way and that, rasping against his gums and teeth, then encountering his own tongue to create new incendiary excitement in his being. Her body was warm and smooth and slightly moist, and the smell of her flesh blended with that of the incense and the fragrance of the sandalwood, and as she moved with furtive, forward thrusts and sinuous recoiling, he could feel the rasp of her garterbelt against his prickling, thoroughly awakened flesh. There was a luxury and a libidinousness to her erotic dalliance which might well have been that of an ambitious young slave seeking to entice the master of the seraglio. Passive as he had been all through her preparations, he could not but feel this apt erotic analogy; it had succeeded where the commonplace animal enthusiasm of a far less imaginative commercial partner would have filled him with disgust at his own calculated infidelity. But actually that infidelity was born out of his doubts about himself and his anguished will to have happiness with the woman he had so recently…
Then suddenly culmination seized him, and he twisted his face away contorted in 4ningled despair and rapture, groaning out, 'Oh God, I can't help it oh, Eleanor, I can't-'
Swiftly her right hand moved between their bodies, her thumb and forefinger gripping his shaft at the very base and pinching it tightly to help him hold back the bubbling jet of essence that seemed to surge from the deepest reservoir within him. But the intoxicating atmosphere and, now, above all else the pulsations with which her vaginal sheath was gripping his captured lance destroyed what little self-control was left. His eyes bulged, glassy, dilated, and he dug his fingers into her slim shoulders as he arched himself to her and felt himself burst within the tight warm clamping chasm of her matrix.
She did not move for a long moment, murmuring soft, hardly audible words of compassion and encouragement, stroking his forehead and cheeks and eyes with gentle fingertips. Then at last she whispered, 'It was really lovely for me, and I told you before, once you take off the first edge, you'll more than keep up with me. Now I'm going to sponge you, and then we'll have some champagne and a cigarette together, and then I'll try to make you want me again. How does that program sound, Tim dear?'
Two glasses of champagne and one cigarette later, he lay at his ease beside her. Eleanor had slipped on a gauzy black net sleeveless wrap which had three large brass buttons. As she lay on her left side beside him, her left arm under his shoulders, she began a slow rotary movement of her right palm over his quivering belly. The bed had stopped revolving for the nonce, and there was only a natural indirect lighting from the mirrored ceiling.. Nonetheless, the subtle scent of incense and of the sandalwood ointment lingered pleasantly in the aura of the huge bed.
'I've really been a naughty girl, haven't I?' she whispered, glancing mischievously up at him. 'Here I went and had things my own way even though you're the customer. So from now on, Tim dear, you're in complete command. But you see, I wanted to get acquainted with you, to find out what you like especially.'
'Please don't apologize, sweetheart. It was like nothing I've ever had before, believe me!' he fervently admitted as he put one hand on her swelling breasts and fondled them. 'I guess I've been worried a lot about how to act in bed, especially since I just got married. And at my age, a man is always on trial-if you know what I mean, Eleanor.'
'I can read between the lines, you don't have to tell me anything. But I do want to help an awful lot. That's why, Tim, I want you to do everything you've always dreamed of doing. Just tell me or make rue do it. Please, dear.'
'I-I guess I'm the straight type to start with, though of course like every guy I've got some secret whims-'
'That's why I'm here, to make them come true for you. And now,' she slipped her right hand down to his flaccid penis, 'shall I get him ready for me?'
'Oh yes, I want you to!'
