by J G Jerome
Myra grasps Trina’s right nipple with her left hand as her right continues to pleasure Trina’s two triggers. Lowering her mouth towards Trina’s, she gives the nipple a pinch and a tug. Trina’s eyes open and Myra captures her moan with her mouth, continuing her ministrations while the walls of Trina’s pussy suddenly squeeze her fingers, and she presses her knees together.
Trina’s spasms begin to slow. Myra withdraws her right hand gently and waits for Trina to open her eyes. When Myra has her attention, she slowly raises her fingers to her mouth and sucks them as she holds Trina’s gaze. Trina shivers with an aftershock watching her lover enjoy the fruits of her labor.
Myra gently kisses her lover’s face, neck, chest, and breasts as Trina coasts back to earth and holds onto Myra’s shoulders with both hands.
Myra props herself on the right arm on the other side of Trina and gazes loving at her.
Trina eventually focuses her eyes and looks adoringly at Myra. “I love you so much!”
“I love you too, my darling. You are my bestest and oldest love.”
Trina smirks.
“What?”
“Not for long.” Trina chuckles. “He’s 50.”
“Really? I would have guessed him younger. How did you find out? Did you pick his pocket?”
“No, he mentioned it when you were in the loo at the airport.”
“Out of the ether?”
“Nope. We were talking about you, and he mentioned that over 50 years he’s known a lot of women. He insinuated you are the pinnacle of womanhood,” Trina smirked.
Myra looks off to the middle distance for a moment and then sticks her nose in the air, “Of course I am! I’m my mother’s heir! Just don't tell my mother; she thinks she is the pinnacle of womanhood.” The two ladies laugh quietly.
Trina considers for a moment. At Myra’s inquiring glance, Trina says, “Honestly, Myra. I can see you’re smitten with him, but I can tell you that he’s smitten with you, too. You’re going to have tread carefully if you don’t want to destroy him like all your other playthings.”
“I am fairly certain he’s made of tougher stuff. I wasn’t kidding about how he would fare with my mother. But, you’re right. I need him to survive and thrive for my own sanity. I promise to be careful.”
“OK, then. You’ve done a thorough job of tucking me in. Go collect your prize.”
“I will,” says Myra as she stands after planting a quick kiss on Trina’s lips.
Noticing the shirt on the floor, Myra squats down to retrieve it and takes a deep breath from it. She then walks to the desk and hangs it off the back of the chair. Walking to the door, Myra places her hand on the door knob and turns back to Trina.
“I love you so much, Trina. I’m so glad you’re here with me.”
“I love you too, Myra,” she says with a smile. “Now go before that old man falls asleep on you!”
They both laugh, as Myra walks out pulling the door closed behind her.
Trina reaches for the light and whispers to the empty room, “Be careful, my Lady.”
Chapter 7 - Myra and Me
As the door closes, I decide to stage a couple of glasses of water in the bedroom. I don’t know how athletic Myra is in bed nor how much endurance either of us will be able to muster, but one thing I’ve learned about living in the desert is that more water is better than less.
That task accomplished, I lay out my clothes for tomorrow and replenish my stash of cash from the trip out of my lockbox. I put the lottery tickets in there, too. I figure buying them was probably a grand gesture that wouldn’t amount to anything, but why tempt fate.
I thought about checking emails at that point, but I really wanted to take a break from work. I’m still not sure that if I get the contract and everything goes well that I’m going to enjoy the project. The prospect is one of the declining number of major insurance companies in Hartford named Hartford Comprehensive Insurance. They are a large company with very deliberate processes that make everything painful. Bottom line is that I can’t walk away from a potential ½-million dollar contract. I will need to hire at least one more person to get this done right, too. Oh the joys of HR! At least the three ladies that work for me full-time are fairly easy to deal with...at least as long as I can keep Marlene in her husband's bed and out of mine.
On the positive side this project won’t be as painful as it would be if they were an international firm. I enjoy foreign travel well enough, but 18 months of regular international flights will wear anyone out. Plus, my trip today emphasized how nice it is to travel with someone you like. That doesn't happen much with business travel. I could get used to traveling with Myra.
‘Don’t get ahead of yourself, Home Team. Just because she wants sex doesn’t mean she wants a long-term commitment. Be careful!’ Sometimes I hate my inner voice. Especially when it’s right. ‘Slow and easy, mister.’
I go over and pull out the T5. I’d rather play the Zager, but I don’t want to interrupt the girls to get it off the wall. Don’t get me wrong, the Taylor plays great, but there’s just something special about my Zager OM50CE. I had an immediate emotional connection to it. Music just flows out it. But the T5 is also quieter, which will keep me from distracting the ladies. I sit down and give it a strum - tuning is still good.
I start off with Jimmy Dillon’s ‘River Song.’ He used it for some of his lesson videos as an etude in addition to recording it in the studio. Then I go into Dust in the Wind - if it’s a good enough finger exercise for Kerry Livgren, it’s good enough for me. I make it through the entire song without too many stumbles. Then I go through the chord changes for a couple of the more difficult songs I’m planning to play in Cottonwood on Saturday, quietly singing the vocals to make sure I can do them concurrently.
At that point, after playing, the wine, and the lovely company, I’m very relaxed. I put the guitar away, face north and go thru the opening and fold postures of Sunrise Salute and move right into the opening of the Compact T’ai Ch’i. Then I hear the door handle move.
I keep moving through the form, letting Myra adjust. I expect tucking Trina is considerably more involved than pulling the covers up and telling a story. It’s obvious they are lovers and they love each other very much, but I have to admit to myself that it’s more than passing strange that she brought her lover here to make love to me. ‘Patience, Grasshopper. All will become clear, or she will disappear.’ I’m voting for option one.
As I turn to close the 2nd portion of the form, I see her leaning against the bedroom door sill with her arms crossed and a thoughtful expression on her face.
I close the form. Do another fold stretch, and then stand up with what feels like a slight smile.
“That was very relaxing to watch. I could feel the tension roll off me as you moved.”
I just keep drinking in the sight of her. “Mad skills,” she says. I might have smirked at that one. “I see you looking at me, and I feel like a rabbit about to be eaten by a lion.”
I can’t help myself. “There may well be eating going on. You look like dessert.”
She pushes off the wall and slowly walks toward me, crooking a ‘come hither’ finger at me.
To my credit, I don’t run to her, but I don’t waste any time getting my arms around her. She wraps her arms around my neck and gives me a languorous, delicious kiss. Then I crouch down and sweep her into a bridal carry as she howls a laugh. I hear a muffled, “Hold it down out there. Some of us are trying to sleep.”
Sotto voice, we say in unison, “Good luck with that.” That elicits more howls of laughter.
I kick the bedroom door closed behind us and set her on her feet next to the bed. I leave my hands on the small of her back and pull her in for another kiss. Devouring each other’s lips, our tongues dance. I let my hands find their way down until that fine ass is cupped in them. I give a gentle squeeze. She moves her kisses to my jaw and starts working back to my neck as I give her cheeks a much firmer squeeze. She rewards me with
a gasp.
I slide my hands down farther until my arms were fully extended and my hands rest just below her hips. I circle my palms gently on the silky material over those firm thighs as she kisses my neck. When she starts suckling my neck, I pull the fabric of her dress up one finger at a time on each side. Just as I get it all collected and start pulling it up to reveal the promised land, she steps back about an inch and slams her hands down on my wrists. I release the dress and quickly slide my hands up her torso to her armpits. I push my thumbs into her pits, and she frowns slightly and then raises her elbows to relieve the pressure. At that point, I smirk and slide my hands along her arms and push them into the air and capturing her mouth in mine.
“Don’t move,” I tell her. Letting my grip on wrists slide around, I maneuver behind her. I slowly slide back down her arms as I lean in to grasp her earlobe in my teeth. A breathless gasp escapes her as I gently nibble her ear. As my hands pass below her elbows, she reaches back her hands to cradle my head. My hands continue to slide from her arms to her chest. Ever so slowly they glide over her unbelievably firm breasts, and she responds by pushing them into my hands. I pull her back into my chest and slowly keep sliding down her abdomen to the front of her hips, and then I start bringing my right hand slowly back up as my left presses into cleft of her thighs. She releases a wanton moan and pushes her sex into my hand as my right hand travels up and across those magnificent abs to slide under under her left breast. At this point I am about as hard as I’ve ever been, pressed between the cheeks of her luscious bum. My left hand repeats the crawling dress maneuver from earlier for a couple of strokes, making sure to dig firmly into the flesh beneath. After I’ve created a little extra play in the fabric, I press the heel of my left hand into her mons and then slide it upward until I can cup her in my hand. The resulting whimper and squirms almost convince me to push her face-down on the bed and enter her, but she’s not yet wild enough to suit me.
I maintain the left hand pressure, and slide the right over her left breast, letting the forearm massage her right breast. I lightly lick the earlobe that is held firmly in my teeth as my fingers find her nipple. I flick it a couple of times, which causes her to gasp. Then I grasp it firmly and give it an insistent twisting pull while keeping the pressure on her right. “Oh!” explodes from her lips as I find myself holding her up as she gently quivers.
“That’s a promising start, Myra.”
“Oh, Jack! Please!”
I release her nipple, leaving my forearm in place as I slide my hand up to palm her throat. I give her throat a little squeeze then slide up to push the hair away from her neck. My mouth pounces on the beautiful, milky flesh - kissing, nibbling, and suckling.
“Jack! Please!”
I slide both hands to her hips to hold her in place while she clings desperately to my neck.
I reach back and grab both of her hands and pull them around to cup her breasts. “Don’t move, Myra.” She gives a little nod.
I bring my right hand to the back of her neck to find the zip. ‘Ah...there it is! Holding the top steady with my left hand, I slowly pull it down with my right until it stops at the top of her exquisite ass. I slide both hands to her bare flesh inside the top of the zipper and slowly push the fabric towards the point of her shoulders as I caress her silky flesh. I push the dress past her shoulders and down her arms as I admire her smooth, strong back.
“Myra, my love, you should only wear backless dresses. Your back is a work of art.”
She whispers, “Yes, my lord.”
“Let it drop, darling.” She lets her arms slowly drop with jagged breath and the clingy fabric slinks to the floor.
Eventually I start breathing again. ‘Damn!’
She was gorgeous in her dress, but seeing her revealed like this is a religious experience. There are no undergarments in evidence.
I gently place my left hand on her left shoulder to keep her from moving as I try to get myself back in control here. She drops her cheek to my hand. After a couple of deep ragged breaths, I step to her right letting my hand glide across the silk of her back.
“You know exactly what you do to me, don’t you” I ask as I walk to stand in front of her to her right, sliding my hand into hers. I lift her hand to steady her as she steps out of the dress and admire the front view. Her collarbones are prominent. Her breasts are about the size of a large oranges and slightly conical. Her areola are puffy and nearly red - I suspect they’re brown in repose. Her nipples are turgid and pointing at me accusingly for ignoring them - about the size of my pinky nail. Her abs are slightly cut, not ‘washboard’ but lean, and she has slight dimples above her hips. There is a very sparse landing pad above her pussy, and I think I can see her clitoris poking out from where I am standing. Her legs are strong and firm, but not sculpted to the point of being ‘cut.’ She is the epitome of female perfection.
I slowly look up to her eyes, drinking in the perfection all the way up. “Do I please you, Jack?
“Myra, you slay me. I never thought anyone could enslave me through enticements or coercion, and yet I’m almost there just looking at you.” She looks down shyly. I continue, “Honey, I am almost afraid to find out what will happen when I touch you.” She looks at me with shock, but I keep going. “The only thing I’m more afraid of is not finding out.”
And then she smiles, and the world comes alive. “Jack, please take off your clothes and get over here quickly, ” she whispers. She then sits on the edge of the bed.
I blink once. Twice. The sweater flies off me, t-shirt is gone, belt unbuckled, trousers off, socks off, boxers off. I think it was about 10 seconds flat. If not, it wasn’t from lack of trying.
Then I am in front of her, bending forward to devour her lips as I pushed her back onto the bed.
Our tongues dance as we suckle, nip, and bruise each others lips with the ferocity of our kisses as our hands roam each other’s bodies. I kiss my way down her jaw to the left side of her neck, down her collarbone as she reaches between us to grab my cock. I maneuver my knees up and bend my back to try to stay in her flaming hot grasp and then palm a breast in each hand. I thumb her nipples, and bend down to lick, suck, and nibble first one and then the other - setting a rhythm going back and forth listening to her gasps as she whispers a litany of my name. After she gives me a particularly vigorous tug towards her pussy, I feel the moisture of her opening. I launch back up to kiss her passionately. She wraps her arms around me as I rest at her entrance. I can feel her thrusting hips as she tried to close the deal, but I’m certain I’ll blow immediately upon sinking into her. ‘Do math problems! Recite the periodic table! For England!’ I can’t concentrate on the wise advice from my inner voice as I am wrapped up with this goddess.
I started kissing my way down her body again, when I feel her grab a handful of my hair. My right hand goes for the prize and feels the torrent of juices as it cups her sex. I slide my first two fingers into her gaping wet hole.
She cuts loose a wordless, primal scream, as I feel her walls clamp on my finger and a torrent of fluid springs from her depths. I look into her eyes as they glow with an inner light. ‘Moonlight?’ The grip she has on my hair loosens only slightly for a moment as she rides the waves of her bliss. Before her spasms stop, I feel her grip tighten and a single finger lifts my chin as she focuses on my face.
“Please, Jack. No more! I’ve burned to have you inside me since our first kiss in Philadelphia. Please! I want to feel all the pleasures your body is promising me, but tonight I just need you inside of me with my arms and legs holding you as tight as I possible can!” She’s gasping at the end of her declaration and her eyes hold burning desire and fear in equal measure.
I watch her for an instant. “As you wish, my darling.” We both keep our eyes open as we kiss, and I slide my left knee under hers. She reaches down and guides me to her waiting channel. We’re less frantic, yet more intense. I breach her entrance, and she closes her eyes as though she is savoring her favorite dish. She
opens them again to look into my eyes, as I slide my right knee under hers - falling into her eyes. A quick nod from her and I plunge into her tight, wet pussy all the way to the hilt without pause.
I’m now looking down at her as she throws her head back and screams! As her scream breaks I feel her heels lock behind my ass. I pull back and smoothly reverse to hilt myself in her again, which elicits a ragged cry. Again. And again as I start to build a rhythm while her heels prod me forward. I resist her insistent prodding to speed for a fair number of strokes until her cries fade to a whimper. I give her five whimpers, and then I pick up the pace. She chant’s “Yes, Jack,” getting louder with each repetition. Before I know it, I’ve managed to get my arms under her to pull her to my chest, and I’ve buried my face into the left side of her neck. Her arms are strapped around my back, and she’s screeching out a short grunt with each stroke. Then her whole body seizes up and her nails dig into my flesh as I feel her channel spasm around me and a wave of her juice bathes me. Her now wordless chant is nearly screaming again, when I fall over the edge. I slam into her even harder as I squirt my entire being inside her - then she cuts loose with one long piercing scream that continues until both of us have stopped quaking.
I start to maneuver to keep my weight off her, but she squeezes her heels into my ass and gasps “Stay. Lay on me.” Who am I to argue. We lay there for a while, but I have no idea how long. It seems like quite a while that she keeps having aftershocks. I finally soften up to the point that one of the aftershocks pushes me out.
“Nooooooo,” she whimpers. She pouts, “I want more Jack.” I’m not sure if there’s supposed to be a comma in that phrase or not. If not, my ego might be bruised later when my brain is functioning again. I roll off her to my left side.
“Myra, my love...Little Jack needs some recovery time.”