“How did you know I was a vegetarian?” Debbie blurted out.
“You? I don't know. I guess it seemed like you would be. But we weren't talking about you, were we?” Too late, Debbie realised she had made her own trap and fallen into it. Of course, he had seen her playing with her roast beef at dinner and then leaving it half eaten. He continued musing in a low voice. “So I ordered her a couple of burritos with all the trimmings.”
“What are burritos?”
“Don't know them? Well, you take shredded beef, already cooked, along with some bits and pieces, and you wrap it up hot in a fresh tortilla. You can put most anything in along with the beef, chopped lettuce, onion, even cheese. Then alongside, you have salad and refried beans. Those are red beans that have been cooked until they're soft, mashed up with garlic and spices, then fried to cook them over again. Real tasty if you do them right. A nice red chilli sauce over everything and a dollop of sour cream. It's good food, I tell you.”
“It sounds lovely. Did she like it? What did you drink?”
“She liked it. She certainly liked it. In fact, she ate the whole plate up. I don't know where she put it all, having such a flat little stomach on her. But she got through it, chilli and all. And we washed it down with ice-cold Corona.”
“Corona? What's that? Didn't you have margaritas?”
“Corona's a Mexican beer. Real light, almost clear. I don't normally drink it, but for special occasions, why not? But I don't recommend margaritas if you're thinking to go dancing afterwards. You might not make it.”
“No margaritas, but Corona because it was a special occasion. It sounds good. Did she get drunk?”
“Hell no! We didn't drink too much. We were talking a lot.”
“What did you talk about?”
“I'm not sure I recall. Started off talking about business. That I do recall. I asked her a bit about herself, and I believe I told her a bit about myself. But I really don't recall. We just talked a little and laughed a lot. She looked real nice in the candlelight.”
“I bet you can't remember what she was wearing either.”
“Indeed I can. She had on a sort of loose blouse, not quite white. Looked like it might have been silk, with a drawstring at the neck. And a loose skirt because I'd told her we were going to a Texas dance hall.” Debbie froze. He had described her spare blouse. I took my bag with me to the toilet, and I didn't open it here. How could he have seen it?
“Was she wearing any jewellery?”
“No, she wasn't. She didn't need to.”
“Then what did you do?”
“We went dancing. We went to do a little country and western dancing.”
“But where? What was the name of the place?”
“Oh, it's called ‘In Cahoots.’ It's a fine place, newish, good music, nice people. And I taught her how to two-step. She'd never been in Texas before.”
“Two-step? What's that?”
“That's how we dance. I wouldn't say it's formal, not like waltzing say, but it's not modern either. It's not disco.”
“How did she manage it if she’d never done it before?”
“She picked it up real well. It's not difficult. As long as you've an ear for the music and a good partner, you can have a lot of fun straight off. You can go fairly fast, or you can slow right down for the slow numbers. We call them belly-rubbing music. That can be really good.”
“Did she do it well?”
“Sure. She did just fine. I mean, she didn't whirl and twirl with her skirt flying out like some of the girls, 'cos she hadn't had no lessons. But she did just fine.”
“And the belly-rubbing music? Did she enjoy that too?”
“I believe she did. Your feet can get confused on the slow numbers, having more time to think about what you're doing, but she managed real well. And as for the belly-rubbing, I believe she was doing it that close just to tease me. She certainly felt good.”
“What felt good?”
“She had a good figure. Slim, well cared for. I could feel the muscles in her back. And when she could, she'd kinda slip herself across the front of me, just to lead me on. She really felt like something when she did that.”
“What then?”
“We took a margarita and watched the other couples dancing.”
“And?”
“We danced some more.”
“And?”
“We had another margarita.”
“And?”
“I figured it was about time to take her home.”
“You'd made her drunk!”
“No. I don't believe she was drunk. Her eyes were shining, but she wasn't drunk.”
“Did you have to carry her to the car?”
“Nothing like that. She put her hand under my arm and we just walked right on out. Fairly straight, too.”
“Where did you take her? Back to your place?”
“I thought about it, but she had an early start next day, so we figured her hotel would be better.”
“Where was she staying?”
“Now there's a question. Where was it? Hey, you've got to remember I haven't dreamed this dream yet. I'm still working on it. Help me out. Name a hotel in Houston.”
“How about the Marriot?”
“Really? Well, that's not bad at all. And right on Westheimer, not too far to drive. OK, we went back to the Marriot.”
“Did she invite you up to her room?”
“Well, I can't say that she did. She just asked for her key (she still had her hand under my arm) and the girl behind the counter gave it to me. Along with a big wink.”
“The cheeky bitch!”
“Well, maybe she was jealous.”
“Of you or me?”
“Well now. You or me?” He looked down at her as she lay on his lap facing away from him. Gently he moved her hair back behind her ear. “Thinking about it, you could be right. My redhead certainly was the most beautiful thing you could wish for. I couldn't blame anyone for falling in love with her right there and then. I never thought about that.”
She hurried him on. “So you went to her room.”
“Yes, we took the elevator and went to her room.”
“What did you do to her?”
“To her? Well, the first thing I did was to open the curtains wide so we could look out over the night lights of town.”
“But people can see in!”
“No, they can't. There was only a bedside light on, and they're too far away. And anyway, all they would see was two people kissing.”
“You kissed her.”
“Sure. I squeezed her tight and kissed her for ages.”
“What was she like?”
“She felt good, smelled like a sweet flower. Her hair was all over my face, and she was so slim I could wrap my arms right round her. I had one hand up the back of her neck under her hair, and the other running round her back and down to her butt to press her in close. She felt wonderful.”
“Did I—she enjoy it?”
“You'll have to help me there. I'm just dreaming what I felt. Do you think she'd enjoy it?”
“She might. If it was done right. Did she have a nice bottom?”
“Oh, yes. The best. Two firm handfuls. Made me want to check it out right away, but I was busy at the other end. And anyway, I only had one hand free. So I stopped that and eased her over to the bed and sat her down.”
“Then what?”
“She couldn't lie down with her shoes on, so I knelt down in front of her and took them off.”
“And her socks?”
“She wasn't wearing them. Just tights. Or was it stockings?”
“Stockings. If her skirt was long enough.” That's something he doesn’t know about me. “Stockings because tights pinch her tummy and stockings are more sexy. Did you take them off as well?”
“Not just then.”
“So what did you do then?”
“Why, I kissed her some more as she sat there.”
“Did you thin
k she would let you make love to her? Were you sure?”
“Let me? We were just loving up a storm. No one was letting anyone do anything. Whatever it was, we were doing it together.”
“And what was it? What did you do together?”
“I pulled her blouse out of her skirt as I kissed her. Then I pulled it up over her head.”
“What did she look like? Was she wearing a bra?”
“Help again. Was she wearing a bra?”
“Yes. A soft white one.”
“Why? She didn't need it.”
“Maybe, but if she didn't wear it, the men would all be looking at her breasts. They'd move around too much.”
“Is that bad? Wouldn't she like men looking at her breasts?”
“Only some men. And only some of the time.”
He thought about that for a while. “If I was a girl with a pair of breasts like that, I believe I'd enjoy making other men suffer. And if I had a girlfriend they were looking at like that, why, it'd make me even prouder she was with me.” His fingertips were stroking the side of her neck, slipping between her ear and her collar.
“No. She was wearing a bra because she didn't know you, and she wasn't sure that she wanted to incite you. Did you take it off?”
“I certainly did. I reached behind her and slid the hooks undone. The bra went soft and it fell forward off her shoulders. I took it from her wrists and put it on the chair.”
Debbie's heart leaped as she imagined her breasts released from their confinement, moving freely. She reached for his hand and pulled it inside the blanket to her breast. She thought she heard a sigh. They were silent as his hand gently moulded her. He moved to take the swollen nipple between thumb and fore-finger, but it was too early for that. She took a fold of skin from the back of his hand and pinched him. He was still, her hand holding his in place, her fingers interspaced with his.
“What did they look like? Her breasts. Were they big?”
“Not so big. They were firm and round. They had small, rosy nipples well up in front, pointing slightly away from each other. She was excited.” Debbie was conscious of the proud button pressed into his palm.
“Did you hold them?”
“No.”
“Why not, if they looked so nice?”
“It was too early. I told her how beautiful they were.”
“What did you say? Did you say ‘Wow—what a great pair of knockers!’?”
“I certainly did not. I took her hands, held her arms apart and said, ‘Lady, your portrait should be in the Louvre.’”
Debbie drew a sharp breath. “Did she like you to say that?”
“I don't know. Do you think she would like it?”
“’Your portrait should be in the Louvre?’ I'd imagine she'd be very flattered. You'd probably get a very impressive kiss out of that one.”
“Well, you know, I did, too. She put her arms about my neck and kissed as if that was all she ever wanted to do. I do recall that kiss, yes indeed. I believe I must have said the right thing there.”
“Then what?”
“While the kiss was running down, I unhooked her skirt and ran the zip down.”
“And?”
“She just leaned back on her hands and lifted her butt up to let me slide it down underneath her. I hung it on the chair.”
“What was she wearing?”
“She had her stockings and garter belt. It was white and lacy. What else?”
“Panties. She must have been wearing panties.”
“Why?”
“Well, because she always wears them. And you were going dancing, and someone might see under her skirt.”
“Lord—that's no reason. She didn't do no cartwheels across the dance floor.”
“But she always wears them. And besides, she hardly knew you. If you'd touched her bottom and found out it was bare under her skirt, you might have got out of control during your belly-rubbing. And that would have been embarrassing for you, wouldn't it?”
“That's for sure. So she was just wearing them to protect me from myself. I wonder if she would leave them off when she knew me a bit better?”
“She might, but she wouldn't tell you until you were sitting comfortably in a restaurant. Then the thought of it would drive you crazy all evening until she let you close enough to check. Anyway, that night she was wearing panties. What did you do?”
“Why, I took them off, of course.”
“And she just let you?”
“No, she didn't just let me. She lifted her hips up just like she did for her skirt and helped me slide them down.”
“What did she look like?”
“She had dark red hair. I couldn't see any more because she had her legs pressed together.”
“Why did she do that?”
“Because she likes to tease.”
“So what did you do about it?”
“Nothing. I just reached round behind her and undid the garter belt.”
“You took off her stockings? Why didn't you leave them on? Don't you think women look sexy like that? Most men do.”
“Oh, sure. But this woman would look sexy however she was dressed. And for what I intended to do to her, they would just be in the way. So I slid them off together.”
Debbie swallowed. She had released his hand, and he pulled and twisted her erect nipple. She felt his caresses deep in her stomach. “What did you intend to do to her?”
“I'll tell you about that as we go along.”
She swallowed again. “Did she let you look at her while you were taking her stockings off?”
“Look at her? I didn't have eyes for anything else in the room. I was looking at her the whole time.”
“No. I mean her…thing. Her sex. Did she let you look at her sex?”
“Nope. She was still teasing. I didn't get no more than a glimpse.”
“What did you see?”
“Just a twinkle of pink in her red hair. It looked real tasty.”
“Tasty? Did you tell her that?”
“No need. She was going to find out.”
“What did you do? Come on, don't be so slow. She must have been dying of frustration.”
“Maybe she was getting a little hot under the collar. But good dreams take time if you're to get the full flavour of them. So I didn't hurry her along. We had all night. I just swung her legs up onto the bed, and she lay on her side with her head on her hand and watched me.”
“Watched you doing what?”
“I figured it was about time I got my clothes off.”
“What were you wearing?”
“Pretty much the same as I'm wearing now. I'm afraid I'm not a fancy dresser.”
“Those are pretty fancy boots you're wearing.”
“Not so fancy by Texas standards. They're pretty normal in Houston. So I sat on a chair and pulled them off.”
“And your socks. Then what?”
“Yes, my socks. Then, let me see, I took off my jeans and shorts, and then my shirt.”
“Was it standing up?”
“It? Oh, I see what you mean. Yes, it unfurled itself just as soon as it got free. It'd been wanting to do that all night.”
“Poor thing. Did you drop your clothes on the floor?”
“I might have done that, but no, I believe I threw them over the arm of the chair.”
“But her clothes were on the chair.”
“Yes. I guess our clothes were getting tangled up.”
“So then you got tangled up with her?”
“Not exactly. I wasn't in a hurry. I knelt beside the bed where she couldn't get at me and kissed her again.”
His hand had moved to her other breast and sent thrills through her from there. “She wanted you to kiss her breasts?”
“I believe she did. But I didn't oblige. I felt like teasing, too. I rolled her onto her stomach.”
“Her stomach? Why?”
“Well, she was getting so excited that I figured she'd be safer that way up.”
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br /> “My God! She must have been crazy. What did you do to her?”
“I threw the pillows out of the way so she could lie flat and still breathe, then I took her hands and arms and put them down by her sides.”
“Why did you do that? She wanted to rest her head on her arms.”
“I know. But this way makes the muscles in her shoulders and back relax more, and makes her feel more helpless.”
“You're being awful to the poor girl. Then what?”
“I carefully bunched her hair up behind her neck, like this. And then I started kissing under her ears and across the back of her neck. Here and here and around here.” His fingers traced a sensitive trail around her ears and neck. If only he could have doubled up enough to kiss her now, but she did not move to help him. In her imagination, the soft fingertips began to feel moist and sucking. His hand moved back to her breasts.
“She must have been on the edge, just from that.”
“She was trembling and seemed to have goose bumps on her butt.”
“Christ Almighty! What did you do to her? Tell me!”
“I pressed the point of my tongue into the spot at the back of her neck just below the hair and whirled it slowly round and round. Then, when she started to shake, I quickly gave her one big wet lick down her back, straight down her spine to her butt, all the way, as far as I could reach.”
Debbie bucked involuntarily as she felt his hard wet tongue slice down her backbone to bury itself between the cheeks of her bottom. She clutched at her stomach. “All the way? What did she do?”
“All the way,” he said firmly. “She came. She went rigid, squeezing my mouth and tongue between her cheeks, and every muscle was vibrating like a stretched wire. It was beautiful. She just kept coming and coming, totally lost for ages, until she slowly relaxed and set me free.”
“Ahh! You were kind to her at last.” Debbie rolled and wriggled herself onto her back. With her knees raised, she fitted comfortably on the airline seat. He squeezed two of the small pillows under her shoulders so she could look straight up at him and adjusted the blanket to hide the hand that was still slowly milking her. “You made her come at last.”
“Me? I didn't do anything. I just caressed her a bit.”
“She must have loved you forever after that.”
“Did she? She certainly seemed to be purring.”
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