by Maura Rossi
She leaned down to put everything on the table and he got a glorious view of her breasts. Smooth and creamy and voluptuous. She was the perfect size for him. Then, to his surprise, she flopped down on the couch next to him. Too close.
He could smell her perfume. Her skin looked so soft. She kept touching his arm while talking. A few times, their knees bumped. Everything about her body language screamed that she wanted him. His brain tried to argue with his body that he was imagining her forward behavior.
She was trying her best to flirt and let him know she was interested. She never really had much practice. She was probably seventeen the last time she tried to attract a man. She had only flirted with one man, her husband. . She didn't remember how.
Whatever she was doing wasn't working. He didn't seem interested at all. He had gotten quieter since they moved to the couch. He almost looked like he was falling asleep, his eyes half closed and slightly glazed. He must be tired. She put her hand on his hand holding the coffee cup to offer him more. The cup tipped and spilled onto John.
John was at war with himself and he was losing. The coffee spill brought him back to reality.
"Oh my gosh John, I'm so sorry. Let me wash it out for you.
"Nah, that's all right. I got it."
"No, let me do it."
She put her hand on his arm, again. That finished him. He just looked her in the eye and whipped his T-shirt over his head and handed it to her.
Tricia was shaken. She hadn't figured that he would be standing before her shirtless. He was perfect. His muscles were beautifully carved and she had the urge to reach out and feel his chest. His stomach was flat and defined. Her eyes trailed down his body and then back up to his face. She blushed.
"Um, be right back."
He was about to pull her to him when she turned and almost ran to the kitchen. Shit. He sensed her change. But he wasn't going to back off. She had invited him, she had touched him, she had insisted he take his shirt off. He followed her to the kitchen. She was rinsing the shirt under the faucet.
He came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders.
"Tricia."
He reached around her and turned the faucet off. Then, he turned her to face him. She still had the shirt in her hands. He still had his hands on her shoulders.
"I think I got it out."
She stared straight into his chest. He picked up her chin.
"Tricia."
He leaned down to her lips and touched them with his lips, ever so lightly. Her body stilled. So he deepened the kiss. She responded; dropping his shirt and putting her arms up around his neck. She opened her mouth and he thrust in fiercely. His hands went around her waist and he pulled her against his body. She couldn't help but feel his thick hard arousal through his pants pressing into her belly.
This was only the second time she'd felt a man; felt his desire for her. It was heady and her mind swirled. She understood why women fainted in times past. She couldn't remember ever feeling so excited.
John was on autopilot. His body racing well ahead of his brain. She was responding; she was accepting him. He lifted her up onto the counter pulling her skirt up as he did so. He slid his hands up her bare legs. Stopping at her hips, he wrapped his hands around her, his thumbs almost touching in front. She felt like heaven, so soft and warm.
Things were happening too fast for her. His hands were everywhere. He'd spread her legs and worked his hands into her new panties. Then he started opening his pants. A spark of panic shot through her. He was trying to have sex with her on the kitchen counter!
She'd wanted to kiss him badly. But there was no way she could spread her legs, on the counter where she chopped tomatoes and do what he was planning. It was too much, too embarrassing. The bright light of the kitchen exposing her to him was fearsome.
Her fear was rising quickly as he fumbled with his pants with one hand, digging around the front of her panties, with the other.
"John…John."
She tried grabbing his hand but it was all the way down his pants. If she didn't stop him, he would have his penis out in a second.
"John, please stop."
Shit. He pulled up short, closing his eyes momentarily and taking a deep breath. He knew something was wrong. He opened his eyes to see fear written all over her face. He'd read the situation all wrong. Time for crisis clean up.
"I'm sorry Tricia, I got carried away."
He pulled his hand out of her panties and started buttoning up his pants. He reached down, grabbed his shirt off the floor and quickly pulled it on. She just stared at him.
"I'm really sorry. Your just very beautiful."
He lifted her off the kitchen counter and set her on her feet as gently as he could. He tried to be casual about the fact that he almost just took her against her will. He really screwed this one up. He felt pretty low.
"Well, I guess I better go."
He turned and strode out of the kitchen, toward the front door.
"Wait John."
He hesitated and turned slightly. She was stunning all flushed and pink. He could easily fall hard. Now fear struck him.
"You don't have to go."
"Oh, yes, I do have to go," he laughed. "But thank you for a really great dinner. I'm sorry for what I did, really sorry. You'll never know how sorry."
He shook his head at himself.
"Good night."
And he was out the door.
Chapter 4
She was devastated. What a fiasco. Too late, she realized she had led him on and then let him down. He must think her a terrible tease. She had been out of the dating game and she really didn't have a clue how her actions would affect a man.
The worst part for Tricia was she loved his kiss. She loved his smell, his heat, his touch. It had all melted her, causing a warm, slick cream to fill her panties. Her heart rate stayed high. Full of nervous energy, she cleaned the kitchen a second time.
She hoped she hadn't ruined everything with her clumsy response. She moved on to clean the family room. Still bothered, she considered her options to fix the mess she'd caused. Finally, she decided to call and apologize.
***
John was both angry and frustrated. His dick was still as hard as granite. He had scared her and definitely ruined his one chance with her. She probably thought he was some kind of animal. He slammed the car door and stalked into the house.
If he were a young man, he would have punched a wall or something else stupid. His body was raging with aggression and need. He popped a beer and paced around. Finally, he settled on a shower. He could take care of his dick and maybe relax. He stripped down and was about to hop in when his phone rang. It was Tricia.
"Hey Tricia."
He tried to sound cool. His dick was standing straight out off his body.
"Hi John. I'm sorry to bother you."
"It's OK. What's up?"
Besides his dick and his blood pressure? It was going to be a long night. Now she wanted to review his humiliation.
"John, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for how I acted."
He was dumbstruck. She was sorry?
"Are you there, John?"
"Uh huh."
"Well, I'm sorry. That's what I wanted to say."
"Wait, Tricia. What are you sorry for?"
"Well, I didn't mean to lead you on. I mean, I did want to lead you on. No wait, that's not what I mean."
"What do you mean?" he asked, somewhat amused.
Her heard her sigh. It sounded great to him.
"Well…I was trying to flirt with you."
John grabbed for his dick. He listened intently; he wasn't going to say word.
"But, I'm out of practice. I probably wasn't very good at it even when I was young."
"Oh, you did just fine at flirting. You did great. It worked for me."
He'd said too much. He was forming the beginnings of a picture of Tricia. He sensed she was a bit skittish, a bit afraid. Maybe this could still g
o his way.
"Well, I'm sorry for what I did…I would like to make it up to you," she breathed into the phone.
John registered the change in her voice. She'd gotten quieter when she uttered her wish to make up to him. And he'd been blaming himself; women were such a mystery. He smiled.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Well, could you come back over?"
"Oh, Tricia, I don’t think that's such a good idea."
His aggressive aroused state hadn't abated at all. If anything, he was worse, given that she had just confessed her motives.
"Oh, OK. Maybe another time then," she retreated.
"It's not that I don't want to. I do. I just think the same thing would happen again. And you don't want that," he baited her.
"Maybe if we went slower."
His heart slammed into his chest. He dropped his dick, wedged the phone under his ear and started to get dressed.
"OK, Tricia, I'll be right over."
***
He walked up to the house with the chocolates in his hand. Round two, he thought. Tricia opened the door. She stepped back as he crossed the threshold.
"Hi."
"Hi, these are for you."
He put the box down on the side table and took both her hands in his.
"Can I kiss you?"
She nodded.
He leaned in for his second attempt. He took it slow but inside he was roaring. The sense of possession he felt over Tricia was intense. By inviting him back, she let him know she wanted him. To him, this meant she was his, his to protect and care for. It was finally his right to love her.
He deepened his kiss, pulling her closer. He didn't move his hands from her face and he most certainly did not press his aching cock into her. He could tell by the way she gripped his arms she was still nervous. It was different from the grasp of passion or need. He broke the kiss and took her by the hand to the couch.
He sat her next to him and draped her legs across his lap. He could easily kiss her without threatening her with his body. And kiss her he did, until she was almost crying with need. He used all the self- discipline engrained in him from a career in the Army. He believed his restraint would pay off. The key was to get her to trust him.
He slowed down even more. Finally he pulled away and looked into her eyes. She looked confused, highly aroused, but confused.
"What do you want from me?" John queried.
"More."
"More what?" he smiled an easy smile.
Her eyes widened. She buried her face in his shoulder.
"Tricia," his voice deepened, "we're both adults. There's nothing to be embarrassed about…and I'm not…we're not… going to do anything you don't want to do. I can wait for you. I want to wait for you."
She was desperate, so very aroused. She didn't blame him for wanting her to state what she wanted from him, after earlier. But she didn't think she could say she wanted to go to bed with him. She needed to go to bed with him. He was waiting.
He massaged her neck and back. He smoothed her hair and traced his fingers lightly up and down her arm. He could be patient; he knew she was in painful need of what he had to offer. He kissed her lightly on the top of her head.
"All right. Can I touch you?"
"Yes," she whispered into his shoulder.
He felt her lips move against his shoulder. He was surprised she was still so shy.
With one hand under her chin, he lifted her face to his. Using his other hand, he placed his thumb on her lips and just slid down. He trailed over her chin and down her throat. She shivered.
As he continued down to her breasts he spread all his fingers across her skin. He closed his hand around one full breast. On this point, he wasn't waiting for Tricia. He hooked his thumb on the front of her blouse and pulled down. He scooped one breast out of her bra. He scooped out the other.
"Been dreaming of this," he murmured.
John gazed down. Her breasts sloped down and were very full at the bottom. Her pretty pink nipples capped the entire top of the breast with big areolas and a thick nipple that stood straight up. He wanted to bite it. Instead he circled the nipples ever so lightly with his fingertips.
He looked back into her eyes. She had them closed. John shook his head and continued to brush around the tips of her tits. She was missing all the fun.
"You're beautiful," he whispered.
He wanted to see how sensitive she was but all he was getting was her discomfort. He could either ask her to talk to him or he could ask her to open her eyes. He decided, instead, to close his fingertips around her distended points, both of them, and tug lightly.
A small gasp escaped her lips. That's it darlin', he smiled, satisfied. Again, he tugged. She arched slightly and breathed in quickly. He tugged again, pinching a little harder. And then she made her first sound, a short throaty hum.
"Do you like this?" He swirled his finger around the large pink peak and pulled the nipple as far as he dared.
She nodded her head imperceptibly. Her heavy breathing was the only thing he had to go on. He felt like he was coaxing a virgin. She was enjoying all that he was doing, but she was not actively participating.
He kissed her while squeezing her whole breast with one of his hands. He roved the other hand over her face, neck, shoulders, through her hair and down her back. He tipped her back into his arm and dropped his head to suck her.
She stiffened as he drew her into his mouth. This is crazy, he thought. She's had sex before. She'd been married for twenty-five years for God's sake. And she was a very desirable woman. He'd assumed because she was very attractive that she was naturally very sexual. That belief couldn't be further from the truth, as he was now discovering.
He was just getting going when she pushed him off and started to sit up.
"Let's go into the bedroom," she panted.
She found him incredibly exciting. He shook his head in agreement. She'd already put her tits back in her blouse, when he stood and extended his hand to help her up.
"I'll meet you back there. Just give me minute," she smiled meekly.
He cocked his head in question. She scooted past him as he shrugged to himself. What the hell was going on? He waited a few minutes and strolled back to where he thought the master bedroom might be. It was dark; a dim nightlight in the bathroom was the only illumination.
"Tricia?"
"I'm here, you can get changed in the bathroom."
"How come it's so dark in here? I can't see a thing."
"Well, we're going to bed."
"Oh, is that what we're doing. I thought we were…."
"We are, we are."
"OK, then why is it so dark?"
"Well, that's how…isn't that what…" she stopped.
"Darlin', I can't see you."
"That's OK."
"No, I mean, I want to see you."
"Oh."
"Don't you want to see me?"
Silence. He was feeling frustrated in more ways than one.
"Can we turn the light on so we can talk?"
"Yes, of course."
"Where?"
"I got it."
She touched the lamp on her bedside table.
She was already naked, in bed, under the sheets. He felt like he had transported back in time. He walked into the bedroom and crawled onto the bed, lying down next to her. He lay on top of the blanket that she was under.
"I know this is hard for you, Tricia."
He stroked the arm she had left out from under the sheets, when she turned on the light.
"It must be very strange."
She was wide-eyed. He massaged her neck.
"But I want you to know. It's hard for me, too. I'm just as nervous as you."
He thought that would make her feel better. Maybe should would take pity on him.
"It would help me if you would tell me what's going on. Are you feeling shy? Are you afraid because of what happened earlier? Please tell me."
He shut his
mouth. It was her turn now. She hadn't given him anything.
"I'm just nervous. It's been along time."
"I get it. What about, I mean, do you feel funny about the lights being on when we…"
"I'm not used to it. I don't know…"
She looked down.
"OK. Well, I need the lights. I want to see you. It's important to me to see you. I've been thinking about you…"
He wasn’t making any progress by talking. He leaned in and kissed her. He put his hand on the fold of the sheet covering her.
"I'm sorry. I'm just not as comfortable with my body as you are. I'm afraid if you see me…"
"Oh, no, no, no. You have a great body. I've been fantasizing about it, I mean, fantasizing about you, for a while."
She was surprised by the fact that he had been thinking about her for a while. They only just saw each other a few days ago. While she mused over this, he slowly pulled down the sheet, revealing a glorious pair of tits. His mouth went dry.