Among the few smart things I've ever done, that was the smartest.
Chapter 2
Mora gave me a white terry bathrobe that reminded me of my judo jacket. I wondered fleetingly who its last owner had been. Then, while I sat on the sofa and enjoyed the panorama of the Bay at night, with its myriad lights twinkling around the shoreline, she made dinner. For me a T-bone steak, vegetable, mashed potatoes, and a large pot of coffee; for her, a small hamburger, vegetable, one piece of dry toast, and a glass of cold vodka.
I was very curious about her and asked a lot of questions, but the answers were always evasive. Mora had lived in the city for three years. She was twenty-three and had been a model since she was nineteen, after attending a famous modeling school in New York. She couldn't make it in the East, but -when she moved out to the Coast she became an instant success, and was now making a very good living. She was born in Philadelphia and her parents were wealthy, but beyond that she didn't want to talk about them, As far as her personal life was concerned, she wouldn't tell me anything. "You'll learn little by little," she said. "That way you won't get so bored with me and we'll enjoy each other more."
She was surprised at the life I had led, and said that she didn't know whether or not to believe it all. I got pissed, because after all I had told her, the first person I had ever really told, she doubted me. I asked her to bring up some of the fruits from her model agency and if they had enough cash I'd let her watch. She could see that I was angry, and to my amazement her eyes filled with tears. Mora was not used to being spoken to crossly, and she was hurt.
For the first time I really looked at this girl sitting across the dining table. On the stage that afternoon she had been glamorous, in her high-fashion way, with the fancy clothes. I think it was the glamour that excited me. Me, with a real model, a girl paid for her looks, living in a fast-moving, beautiful-people world that I had only read about. But here at the table there was none on it. Soft brown hair, wet at the ends from our shower, hung straight around her shoulders. Her face, plain-featured, was lovely without makeup. A simple, white linen robe draped her body, and her eyes, gentle and expressive, told me of the longings, the emptiness, the hunger for something that I knew she had seen in mine. And she wasn't a glamorous fashion model anymore, she was just a girl. And if she was beautiful or not didn't seem to be so important.
I couldn't think of any words, so I reached my hand across the table to her, and she took it in her hands and squeezed gently. The touch of her hand was different now, it seemed to go inside of me somewhere.
By the time we finished dinner it was ten-thirty, and it was pretty obvious that I was dead tired. I could hardly keep my eyes open, and the Daniels hadn't helped any.
Silently Mora got up and turned off the light over the dining table, leaving the room in darkness. I felt her hand on my arm as she led me to the large bed with the purple spread. "Wait here," she said.
I heard the rustling of material, then her form in front of my as she slipped off my robe. We moved onto satin sheets. I had never slept on satin. The feel of it was like a woman's skin, soft and very sensuous. The head of my rod was banging against my belly. I had never wanted to fuck a woman like I wanted to fuck Mora. It was like the first time, I was anxious to do it, but at the same time afraid that I'd probably blow by goodies before I could satisfy her. A row of mocking female faces filled my memory as the familiar doubts and fears surfaced.
I started to take her into my arms but she put a finger to my lips, stopping me. "No," she whispered. "You're very tired. Let me just hold you." She took me very gently, cradling my head between her shoulder and breast.
"I'm not that tired," I said, and moved my head to nuzzle her breast and suck her nipple.
Then I felt her hand on my forehead, pushing me back. "It's okay, baby, it's okay. You don't have to hurry. Mora's here, she's yours. When you wake up in the morning I'll still be here. You have nothing but time, so don't be anxious, because tonight I want to hold you and love you all night, and I don't want anything in return. I just want you here with me, so close your eyes and sleep, now."
I gave up. Her skin was so soft, her shoulder so warm, the mood she induced in me so somnolent. I felt my cheek rise and fall slightly with her breathing, the outline of her breast and nipple silhouetted against the light from the Bay. My eyelids became heavier and presently I fell asleep.
The rest of the night was like a beautiful dream. I don't know how long I had been sleeping, or even if I was fully asleep. I felt Mora's lips caressing my belly, brushing against my skin ever so softly, while her hands did the same on my chest. She seemed to kiss me forever there, finally moving down, stroking my legs and the insides of my thighs, rubbing her cheeks into my pubic hair, nuzzling slowly.
I started to move, but she whispered, "Lie still, love, I'm going to suck you all night, so just lie still and sleep."
I relaxed, feeling her teeth and then her lips encircling the base of my shaft, as she rested her head on my stomach. Her tongue licked slowly back and forth across my shaft, and after an eternity started to run up it to the tip. Then I felt the bed move as she shifted position to lie between my legs, the length of her body on top of-them, her breasts pressing a delicious feeling into my thighs. I felt a warm wetness on my balls as her mouth engulfed them, drawing out gently and kissing them long, as though she were kissing me on the lips. Her tongue moved up my cock again as her hand encircled the base of it.
Her movements were not fast and frantic like the Johns who had sucked me, or the few other women. They were slow, deliberate, unhurried, loving movements. Finally her mouth settled over me and began the same, slow, up-and-down motion.
My hands went to caress her hair. She took one of them in hers, rubbing my fingers lightly against her face as she sucked. Then she inserted my finger into her mouth, along with my cock, rolling her tongue deftly over both. It was more than I could stand. I arched my back, shoving myself deeper into her mouth, but she raised her head with me, removing her mouth and laying my pulsing cock alongside of it. She took the first couple of spurts on her face, moaning and rubbing her cheeks over the hole as the white liquid discharged onto her. Then she put her mouth barely over the head but didn't close it, so that as the rest came out it ran back down my shaft. When I had finished, she started sliding her mouth up and down again, but very slowly and lightly, so as not to hurt me. As my cock went limp she sucked all the cum off of it and, when it had shriveled up small again, she kept it still in her mouth, in the pocket between her teeth and her cheek.
We went to sleep again, me drowsy from my orgasm and Mora with my soft cock in her mouth. Time passed. We slept until I became vaguely aware that she was sucking me and kissing me all over my genitals again. When I came this time, she pointed it back toward my face, sucking and licking my balls as I shot of! all over my belly. I felt her slide up on me a bit, and then her lips and tongue on my stomach as she slowly licked the little pools of sperm.
Jesus! I thought, and dropped back to sleep; but I remember feeling her take my limp organ once more into her mouth. Again, she kept it there, still, moving her tongue lightly on it from time to time.
Still later, I was almost at the point of orgasm, before I realized that she was doing it again, taking my load fully into her mouth, and we slept again with my spent penis under her tongue.
Light flooding through the window awakened me, and I looked drowsily down at Mora. My cock had slipped out of her mouth, but she was still tying with her head on my belly. I could see crinkly, flesh-colored streaks on her cheeks and nose, where my ejaculate had dried.