Flesh For Fantasy. Joan Elizabeth Lloyd
Without lifting her head from the back of the sofa, she turned to Jake. “You know what I’d like to do? How about some slow dancing.” She sat up and leaned forward, giving Jake a good view of her large breasts and deep cleavage. She reached for the remote control on the coffee table and pressed a button. As Michael Bolton’s voice filled the room, Maggie stood up and held her hands out to Jake. “Come on. Dance with me.”
Hesitantly, Jake stood up and walked around the coffee table. “I don’t dance much.”
“That’s really too bad,” Maggie said as she moved into Jake’s arms, keeping space between them. “I love slow dancing. It’s like making love to music.”
Jake placed one arm gingerly around Maggie’s waist and held her hand with the other. He slowly shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
“Relax,” Maggie said, leading him, helping him to move more gracefully. “You’re doing fine.” She pressed her body closer, so the tips of her nipples brushed his shirtfront. She felt him shiver, his hands trembling. She hummed along with the music, slowly moving closer until her mouth was against his ear, her chest pressed fully against his. His excitement was evident against her lower body. “This is so nice,” she said into his ear.
“Ummm, he purred, moving his feet with increasing sureness. “This is nice.”
“And we’re in no hurry,” Maggie whispered. As the songs changed, the two moved around the living room, locked in each other’s arms. She could feel his growing hunger and nursed it until she knew the time had come. “Would you like to kiss me?” she whispered, leaning away from Jake’s body.
Unable to answer, Jake pressed his mouth hard against Maggie’s.
“Soft,” she murmured as she cupped her hands against his cheeks and pulled back slightly, gentling the kiss, her feet still moving in time to the music. Her lips whispering against his, Maggie said, “Kissing and dancing. So good. So slow and soft.” She could feel his heavy breathing against her mouth and she kissed his cheek gently. She murmured soft nonsense words, kissed his face and ran the tip of her tongue over the skin of which he was so self-conscious. He tried to pull away, but her hands and the pressure of her body held him immobile.
Without breaking contact with his mouth, Maggie slid her hands between them, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off of his shoulders. His chest was hairless and surprisingly smooth as she slid her palms over his skin. “I know you would like to feel my breasts against your body.” In one swift motion, she pulled her tank top over her head and, as they continued to dance, she rubbed her nipples over his skin. Minutes later, when she knew he was ready, she took his hands and placed them on her ribs. Her palms covering his, she guided his hands up her sides, to her breasts. “Yes,” she putted. “Hold them, feel them. Yes. Like that.”
His eyes watched his hands as his fingers played with her nipples, his breathing ragged, his feet still moving to the music. Maggie helped him, showing him where she wanted to be touched, how she liked to be pinched gently but firmly. Then she placed one finger under his chin and raised his face. She held his gaze and said, softly, “We will be a lot more comfortable in the other room.”
Both naked to the waist, the two walked into Maggie’s bedroom, Michael Bolton’s voice following them through the apartment. The bedroom was large, dominated by a king-size bed covered with a soft off-white satin spread and a dozen pillows in bright reds, blues, and violets. The thick carpet was white, covered by an area rug of a bright geometric design in the same colors. There were two white leather side chairs with matching hassocks and a lounge chair with a chrome frame and black leather webbing. Jake’s eyes widened. “I know,” Maggie said, her arm around Jake’s naked waist, “it’s a bit flashy. But it makes me happy.”
Jake turned to face the older woman. He tangled his fingers in her black curls. “You’re quite something,” he said. “And not what I expected at all.” He pressed his lips to hers, now more sure in his motions. “I want you.” He reached down and started to unzip his pants.
“Let me,” Maggie said, running her fingernails down his chest and moving his hands aside. She deftly unfastened his pants and, in one motion, pulled down both his slacks and his shorts until he stood naked except for his socks. She knelt and pulled them off, her eyes level with the stiff, hard erection that stuck straight out from Jake’s groin. She resisted the urge to take his hard cock into her mouth, knowing that their first time together should be plain vanilla. There would be time later to introduce Jake to the dozens of other pleasures she enjoyed.
“Would you like to undress me, or should I do it?” she asked.
Jake grinned and held his trembling hands in front of him. “I think you’d better.”
Quickly she pulled off her jeans, panties and socks and led Jake to the bed. She stretched out on the spread and patted the space next to her. “Come here, darling. Let’s try slow dancing this way.” He lay beside her and she placed the soles of her feet against his insteps. Slowly she slid their feet over the satin spread, keeping the rhythm they had established in the living room. “Slow dancing isn’t just for standing up.” She wrapped one arm around him and took his hand with the other, holding him just as if they were dancing. She moved against him until the length of her body was against the length of his. Quickly she took a condom from the bedtable drawer and deftly unrolled it over Jake’s throbbing cock. Then she maneuvered so her body was beneath his, her legs spread, the tip of his erection against the soaked folds of her entrance. “Yes?” she whispered. “Do you want me?”
“Oh, yes,” he moaned.
“Then you know what to do.”
He pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock deep inside Maggie’s body. Maggie cupped his buttocks and held him still for a moment, then moved, still in the rhythm of the music. “Yes, sweet,” she putted. “Dance with me. Do it. Make it feel so good.”
It was only moments until Jake came, his hips pounding against Maggie’s. “Oh, Maggie,” he bellowed. “Oh, yes.” He collapsed against her, then rolled onto one side, his cock sliding limply from her body. “Oh,” he groaned, clutching her against him. “Too fast.”
“Now comes the first lesson,” she said, taking his hand and guiding it to her wet pussy. “You came, but I didn’t. I need you to help me, to give me the same pleasure you just got.”
Suddenly tense, he said, “I don’t know how.”
“Of course you don’t,” Maggie said. “How could you unless someone showed you?” She held one of Jake’s fingers and rubbed it over her swollen clit. “This is where most of a woman’s pleasure comes from. Rub like this.” She showed him and found he was a fast learner. “Yes,” she said, “like that.” As she arched her back, she said, “Put two fingers of your other hand inside me. It will feel so good for me and you will feel what it’s like when a woman comes.”
Jake inserted his index and middle finger into Maggie’s cunt and slowly stretched her hungry flesh. “Don’t stop rubbing right here,” she said, reminding his fingers where she got the most pleasure. “Yes,” she purred. “And I like it if you suck my tit, too.”
With his mouth on her nipple, his fingers filling her and his other hand rubbing her clit, Maggie could feel the familiar tightness start deep in her belly. “Yes,” she said, “like that. Oh, baby, don’t stop.” The heat grew and filled her lower body until it exploded. “Feel what my body does when it comes,” she cried. “Feel it. Share it.” Waves of muscular spasms clenched at Jake’s fingers.
“I’ve never felt anything like that,” he said, his voice filled with wonder. “It makes me so hot. Can I fuck you again?”
“Of course,” Maggie said, barely able to talk through the waves of pleasure. She felt him withdraw his fingers, put on a fresh condom and slide into her again. Still coming, the waves of orgasm engulfed both of them as Jake climaxed again.
Later, as they dressed, Jake said, “I never knew.”
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