“Where are the bottoms?” I ask.
“I don't have any”.
“OK. I'll turn around.”
“You have to unzip me”
So again I turned around, and unzipped that dress, now a little rumpled, smelling of cigarettes, cheap booze, and sweat.
“My top”, she said, and I handed her the top, and she slipped it on.
“The bra strap”, she reminded me, so I slipped my hands up under her top and unclasped it, and she deftly pulled it off while keeping her top on. I'm always amazed at how women can do that. She handed it to me, and then pulled her top down while peeling herself out of the dress, like a banana from its peel. “You have to turn around now”, she said.
“I've seen underwear before”
“I don't have any,” she stuttered.
I rummaged through her drawer and found the nicest silky panties. They were smooth and soft in my hands and it made me aroused thinking of her inside them. It seems totally sexual to pick out panties for a girl, but so be it. I put the panties on the dresser and turned around.
As I turned, and the dress fell to the floor with a swoosh, and then she had the PJ bottoms on and said “OK”, but she still turned her back to me. Her shoulders slumped dejectedly as she let out a big sigh, and so I carefully put my hand on hers, and she let it set there, and then I turned her around gently and hugged her closely. She put her arms around me and rested her head in my chest, and I could feel the warmth of her tears on my shoulder.
“Let's get you cleaned up”, I re-affirmed, so we went into the bathroom, and so I sat her down on the counter top and I ran some warm water on a washcloth, and I put a dry towel in her lap. Then I gently washed away the smoke film, dirt, the dried make-up and who knows what, starting with her forehead, then eyebrows, cheeks, around her nose, then her throat and neck. I handed her the washcloth so she could rub her face in it. Her warm thighs grazed against my hips and it felt great, but I'm so sad and angry at her, at those guys she ran around with. Her lips looked a bit swollen and her eyes were puffy, but were starting to become clearer, and she wiped her nose in the washcloth. So I handed her the dry towel and I got another washcloth and ran cooler water over it, and I tried to dab out something sticky in her hair. It's not gentlemanly, but she was still beautiful to me, maybe even more beautiful now that that veneer of false sophistication and maturity had been stripped away. I felt myself falling for her. A strange energy seemed to fill the space between us, electric, dangerous, and filled with sparks and fire - power to propel us into an unknown, glorious future or to shatter us.
She sighed and put her arms around me and again put her head in my chest. I gently stroked the back of her neck with one hand and I put my other arm around her body.
“Why do I go for those guys?” I heard her ask.
“Cuz he's good looking” I told her.
“Yeah.. “ she sighed.
“But he treats you bad” I replied.
“Yeah,”
“You can't say no”
“I guess not.”
“You could,” I emphasized. “You can if you want to.”
I gently dabbed away the remains of smeared make-up around her lips, and we found ourselves leaning in together; our foreheads touching. Her face was hot, and our arms were around each other. Then she looked up, looked me in the eyes with those deep brown eyes of hers, and then turned away from me.
“Don't fall for me, Shane. I'm no good for you.”
“Let me worry about that.”
“I still want him” she said, but let the words trail away into the stillness of the night. Then she stood and turned back towards me, still not looking me in the eye, but gently touching my chest as if to ward me off from evil spirits.
“I've done... bad things, Shane. Things you shouldn't know about.”
I said nothing, but then her eyes flickered up to mine, and then back down to my chest. She could feel my heart racing through her fingertips as I sat next to her, and again she looked into my eyes.
“I'm no good and you are, and that's why we're no good together.”
Then she turned from me and turned her head down, but I gently pulled her close and tenderly turned her chin to me. Eyes darted from eye to mouth - and then we kissed, ever so gently at first. Then, with rising heat, I felt her mouth open slightly and I nibbled at her plump lower lip, then gently opened her mouth with mine, and our young bodies quivered with excitement. Her lips were warm and full, yet her kiss was tender and filled with compassion and even mercy. Then, as we pulled or bodies together, compassion turns to passion and eager desire, the body takes over and commands - the palms sweat, the eyes dilate, we are prepared for each other as though finally through some long tribulation a key had finally found its lock.
“You want him to kiss you like this” I said, huskily.
Her eyes widened and I thought she was going to slap me, but she just cast her head down and said, “Yes.”
I quickly lifted her up onto the countertop, and she wrapped her bare legs around my waist. Her warm breasts were pressed against my chest, and I felt the heat of her groin against mine as I let my tongue gently probe her lips. “Yes,” she whispered. Her hands slipped slowly down my back and then I felt her arms holding me close as I pulled away from her mouth and gently kissed her cheeks, eyelids, forehead, then earlobe, neck, and collarbone.
“Does me make you... excited?” I whispered in her ear.
“Yes..” she admitted as I let one hand stray under her pajama top, and ever so lightly graze the tip of that hard little nipple, while simultaneously kissing her full on the mouth, and pulling her ass against me with the other hand. My manhood was now swollen and bulged against her pubic mound through my jeans, and then suddenly she turned away with a “no...I can't do this with you,” pressed me away, and slid off the countertop.
She quickly moved across the hall to her bedroom, but before she could close the door on me, I slid in and gently placed my arm around her, gently pulling her towards me. “Wait...” I whispered to her. “Don't be afraid of me… don't be afraid to tell me you want someone else...”
She turned from me and stifled a small sob, “Oh, Shane!” she exclaimed, and threw herself down on the bed, her back turned towards me. I laid down next to her and held her close to me feeling her breathe deeply between sighs and sobs. I gently caressed her beautiful dark hair and thought about how special she was, and yet, how I knew her heart already belonged to another man, and yet, perhaps it was only a fire of lust that burned within her for a hard, strong man, her Perseus to take her away on the wings of Pegasus.
“I can't help it, Shane, I want him. I'm sorry.”
“It's OK. Look, let's just take a rest for a little while.”
She nodded in assent, and I clicked off the light and we lay there together in the darkness for a long time, feeling the heat from our bodies radiating into each other. Outside it had begun to rain, and we lay there together watching the droplets slowly streak their way down the windowpane.
“It's cold out there, Shane”
I nodded and pulled her closer and I felt her pressing back against me.
“Aren't you going out with Maria?”
“Uh, no.”
“She likes you, Shane.”
“I know.”
“Do you love her?”
“No.”
There was a pause. I watched in the pale light of a street lamp as the droplets of water on the windowpane slowly ran down, then, occasionally merge together into a common drop, then poise tremulously before plunging down beneath our sight. Is that our fate, too? I felt a knot in my stomach as I thought about Maria and what had happened the other night. And then I looked back at the droplets. They felt no shame when one or two cascaded into another, sending the whole mass tumbling down into the abyss. And they felt no joy.
“Keep me warm.”
I ever so slowly unzipped my pants and pulled them down so that my naked body was pressed against her back
. I couldn't help but be fully aroused but she pressed her cute little rump against me and I heard her breathe a little easier. Ever so gently I kissed her neck and back, stopping along each vertebra for some extra attention. She relaxed a little more and reached back with one arm and gently caressed my naked body. I let my hands stray up over her pyjama top to her pert, young breasts. She takes my hand from her chest and slowly pulls it down over her abdomen as I repeat her name gently, over and over, while kissing her neck and earlobe.
“I don't love you, Shane. I'll just hurt you.”
“Do you love Keith?”
There was a long pause, and then, as if to answer, Kim pulled my hand down, lower, and placed it gently over her soft panties. “I want him. That's all I know.”
“Did you want to feel his hot shaft between your legs”?
That shocked her, but then she nodded slowly.
“Say it”
“Yes...” she whispered as she gently parted her thighs for my hand.
“Say 'I want'”
“I want” ... she guided my fingertips over her smoothly shaven young mound and down into that wet, warm valley.
“His cock,” I repeated, gently responding to her ministrations.
“H...his cock”“ she stutters and yet she guided my fingertips over her swollen little bud. I teased and caress it gently as she lifted her thigh for me, but still kept her back turned away from me. We groped together in the darkness, and then there is a flash of lightning off in the distance, which startles her, and then the slow roll of thunder. She turns to me and I am now above her, so ready for her, and then she wrinkles her brow and shakes her head no, but pulls me close and kissed me deeply, meanwhile pulling my hand deep into her. Her sex opens for my tender touch and then the flower of her love comes into bloom at my caress, made wise by an older woman's guiding hand, A red flush spread over her chest as she pushed down on my hand in the throes of her sweet young orgasm.
Suddenly the phone rang. Damn!
“Hello?”
“Keith, is that you?” What the fuck?!!
Frustrated, throbbing, I pulled back and lie on my back. My hard-on was still raging, however.
“Yeah... yeah, I know.” She said
They made small talk.
“He says he's sorry. What do I say?” She whispers to me. This could work to my advantage, I thought.
“You've got to make me a deal ... you've got to say exactly what I tell you... Is he alone?” she nodded.
Say “I just want to be with you, Keith, not those other guys” - she said it.
I knelt close to her, still naked, so I could listen and tell her what to say by whispering it in one ear.
“Say, 'I miss your body.'” She shook her head, but I nodded, and she croaked it out.
“Say, 'I want you to do something for me, Keith.” She looked at me in surprise.
I pantomimed unbuttoning my pants.
“I want you to unbutton your pants”.
I nodded as she nodded back.
I slowly pantomimed sliding my hand down and grabbing my cock, and then did so.
“I want you to slowly slip your hand down and touch yourself”
“Say cock” I mouthed.
“I want you to touch your cock. Are you touching yourself for me?”
I reached up and massage her breasts with both hands.
“I want you to think about feeling my breasts.”
I bent over and started gently sucking on a nipple
“I want you to suck my tits, Keith! oh, God, that feels so good”
Now she was getting into it, and so I started kissing her slowly down her belly and abdomen. There's too much silence except her heavy breathing. I stopped and exaggeratedly stroked my rock-hard cock.
“Are you touching yourself? Is your dick hard?” She nodded and improvised, “Yeah, baby, I want your cock hard”. I gave her a thumbs-up; that was good!
I pulled the covers back, pushed my head down between her thighs, pull her hips up, and gently nibbled my way up the inside of each thigh, tantalizing her, until, able to wait no more, I planted my hot mouth on her smoothly shaven mound.
“I wish you were here going down on me” she moaned. “What? Yes, I'm touching myself”
I pulled her panties all the way off, spread open her lips with one hand, and started sucking and playing with her swollen bud - she shuddered, with sensitivity, and then I gently held it, and she started pushing against my lips as my tongue entered her warm valley. “I'm touching myself now” she panted into the phone. “I wish you were sucking on my clit right now. I can almost feel your hot tongue on my clit...you want to hear my pussy?” She daringly passed the phone down to me, and I eagerly lapped at her wetness while she moaned dramatically for the receiver.
“Oh, god baby, that's so fucking hot!” he said; I could hear the unmistakable slap of his thick, swollen member as he stroked himself, and his breathing started to come in shallow pants. Her hips were now rocking in unison with the firm ministrations of my mouth as she reached down and pulled my head deeper, harder, and faster againsts her eager sex.
She took the phone back “Are you gonna cum for me baby? I want you to cum in your pants for me.”
We heard him grunting, faster and faster, and then a big groan and then the unmistakable sound of his male climax.. and was that the sound of his seed being spilt on the floor: first, once, then again, and again? That sets her off, and she began to orgasm on my mouth as she reached nirvana yet again. Man, this is unfair!
“Mmm, yeah baby,” she cooed.“Oh, Oh, God, yes, I'm coming right now! I'm coming on your cock!,” she exaggerated, like a porn star. It was totally hot and made me throb uncontrollably.
“Sleep tight, lover,” she whispered into the phone, and she handed the receiver back to me and I hung it up as she flopped back onto the bed in exhaustion.
We looked straight at each other's eyes for a long time. Everything was different now, and we are bonded together in a new, strange way.
“It's your turn, Shane” she said, and turned over onto her stomach. She laid on her belly and I got on her and start stroking her ass with my hard cock. “Don't try to enter me. I want you to cum right now” she said. “I want you to masturbate on me. Put your cock on my ass”. I quickly climbed onto her and felt those beautiful round cheeks caressing my hot, swollen member. She held her legs together as I straddled her, masturbating my hot cock on between her buttocks. She started pushing back against me in tempo to my strokes. It was so tempting to force her open and take her, but yet this felt so good, so right, and I was so ready that I immediately shot my load onto her back and it went up to her hair, then in another spurt across her spine, and then again across the shoulder blades, and then finally down between those smooth round ass cheeks.
“That was Hot!” she said. I got her some Kleenex and a towel and wiped me off of her, and then sat next to her for a few minutes as she lay there, breathing heavily. She fell asleep in no time, and so I put my clothes back on and crept out into the cool dampness of the summer night.
EVIDENCE
Act III - Fit
Sandy’s long blonde hair billowed out behind her as she drove through the late afternoon heat of Fall in Vegas. She’d traded in the cheap rental for a convertible and now nervously glanced in the rearview mirror as she made her way through the late afternoon traffic. She wondered for a moment if she had gone over the top on the make-up, but then thought better of it. Jake’s photo had come up with a match, and she’d been able to use her connections, and not a little of her good looks, to delve into the FBI records and discover that Keith and Maria had rented an apartment outside of Vegas. It might have been a simple matter to bring them in for questioning, but Sandy’s instincts told her that the two of them would simply clam up. If this Keith guy was the way he had been portrayed in the journals then, well, Sandy was a little curious, but also knew it would be a lot easier to get him to speak off the cuff in a much more relaxed setting.
> Harry’s Exercise Emporium was getting on the new bandwagon of discount fitness centers which were soon to sweep the country. A friendly visit with the local PD, and a little horse-trading of tips from her FBI friends had given Sandy the info that she needed, that Keith had just started working as a fitness trainer. That was just too good to let go, Sandy thought, as she pulled into the parking lot after verifying that Keith’s car was around back.
The gym was new, and had a large aerobics workout area in front, with some Stairmaster machines and a few treadmills along the back wall. To one side was a stretching area which was covered in floor mats, and men’s and women’s showers and locker rooms were in the back.
She flipped her long, blonde hair back over her shoulder and strode past the rows of machines whirring away with the sweat of the afternoon’s patrons. Sandy noticed that they tended to form little clumps; the retiree group what all worked out on the same exercise bicycles, the stay-at-home moms solitarily trudging off the pounds with their Walkmans on their heads, and a few losers over in the weight room. In the reflection of the mirrors at the back of the gym, Sandy couldn’t help notice the men, and a few women, turn and follow her with their eyes as she made her way among them.
And then there he was, in the weight room, doing lat pulldowns on a Nautilus machine. Sandy took a quick breath as she recognized his face reflected in the mirrored wall, but he was too focused to notice her immediately. She watched his curly brown locks bounce over his sweaty forehead as he furrowed his brows in concentration, then gazed in admiration as his broad chest expanded as he drew in a breath, tensed his abs, glutes, and thighs, and then, with a quick and powerful movement, pulled the bar down to chest level, held it, and then released it gently and with a strong, smooth exhale. She watched the heavy weights silently gliding up, then down, and then up again as we worked the machine with a strong, smooth mastery. Just then he caught a glimpse of her in the mirror, and she blushed and looked away for a moment, but then looked back, now with confidence, and she could see a hint of a smile on his face. She turned and walked back to the receptionist who was now prepared to launch into her sales pitch.
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