"Oh, my God!" she gasped breathlessly when it was all over. "Oh, my God, Bobbie Jean! I never knew it would be like that! Oooooooh! If I'd known it would be that fantastic, I never would have waited this long!"
Bobbie Jean sat up and wiped Jill's sweet cream off her face. "I kind of figured you'd like it," she said, giggling proudly. "Let's go have a cup of coffee and I'll tell you about all sorts of fun things we can do next."
CHAPTER SIX
Larry sat in the darkened auditorium waiting for Marta to join him. He smiled happily. Everything was going just as he planned it. Tonight was the night he was going to suggest getting together after rehearsal for a little talk with Marta. Jill hadn't even seemed upset when he told her clit he would be late getting home from rehearsal. She had been in a good mood all during dinner and she hadn't batted an eyelash when he told her that he would get home late. She said that she was going to watch a movie on TV and then go to bed early.
Everything was working out just perfectly for him. With any luck they could get out of here early and then he could try to get into a little action with Marta. The way she had acted earlier, squeezing his arm intimately and whispering in his ear, he was pretty sure that she wouldn't say no to his plans. She was probably getting lonesome with her husband gone so long, anyway.
Less than an hour later, Larry found himself sitting on Marta's couch, sipping a drink. He was waiting for her to slip into something more comfortable.
He lit a cigarette and leaned back contentedly. He just couldn't believe how well everything had gone. He hadn't even had to suggest that they go out for a drink. Marta had invited him to her apartment before he'd even had the chance to say anything. He smiled expectantly. Jill didn't expect him home until late and after he and Marta had a couple of drinks, he was sure that he could persuade her to do a lot more than just discuss the play. He closed his eyes and imagined all the exciting thing he and Marta could do.
Marta slipped out of her jeans and top. She stood in the middle of the bedroom floor with nothing on except a lacy pair of bikini panties. She gazed at herself in the mirror. Then she wondered what Larry would do if she pranced right out in the living room like that.
She chuckled softly and searched through her closet for a robe. If she appeared in nothing but a pair of panties Larry would probably faint.
Marta was pretty sure that Larry had never cheated on Jill. He really seemed to be kind of a straight guy. She had asked a few questions about him at school and everyone gave her the impression that Larry was Mr. Nice Guy.
She slipped into a sheer caftan that left very little to the imagination. Larry would have to be a regular monk to resist her in something that sexy!
She walked over to the dresser and ran a comb through her long, red hair. The light coming from behind her made the caftan almost invisible. You could see every lush curve right through the sheer fabric.
She left a small lamp on in the bedroom and stood in the doorway. She knew the light would shine right through her caftan. "Are you comfortable, Larry?" she asked huskily.
Larry looked up. His breath caught in his throat and he couldn't answer. Every line of Marta's magnificent figure a exposed with the light shining through her gown like that. He stared at her for a long moment and then nodded his head and cleared his throat at the same time.
"Uh… you look a lot more… er… comfortable," he managed.
Marta laughed huskily. She walked slowly across the room and sat on the couch next to him. Her body jiggled delightfully as she squirmed to get comfortable.
Larry could smell the sweetness of her perfume and having her sitting so close to him drove every thought out of his head. Her body was so warm that he could feel the heat of it even though she wasn't actually touching him.
"Uh… let me mix you a drink!" he gulped, rising so swiftly that he knocked his own drink over. He stared at the wet spot on the rug with dismay.
Marta glanced down at the rug and then she laughed softly. "Oh, don't worry about this old rug, Larry," she said. She let a little smile play over her face. She was secretly glad that Larry had spilled the drink. If he was that unnerved by her appearance in the caftan, seducing him was going to be a snap. She decided to keep him off his guard. That way she could be in control of the whole situation. She was pretty sure that she could get Larry to do anything she wanted.
"My goodness, Larry," she teased. "I didn't realize that my outfit would cause such a sensation. You haven't stopped staring at me since I came through the bedroom door!"
"Uh… well… it's pretty sheer Marta," Larry gulped. "I mean… you can see right through it!"
"What's the matter? Don't you like what you see?"
"Uh… sure! Sure I do! It just took me by surprise, that's all. I mean… I didn't think…"
Larry's voice tailed off in embarrassment. He didn't know if Marta was playing games with him or not. He wanted to reach out and grab one of her beautiful, jiggling boobs and feel the softness, but he didn't quite dare. Perhaps Marta didn't really know what effect she had on him. Maybe she was just teasing and she'd get mad if he actually did anything.
Larry was really confused. He didn't quite know what to do next.
"Goodness Larry," Marta sighed. "I didn't mean to embarrass you. I was very pleased that you stared at my titties. Would you like to touch them too?"
Larry almost bit off his tongue in excitement. He had never dreamed that she would say anything wild.
"Sure!" he gasped. "Of course I would! What man wouldn't?"
"Well, go right ahead, honey," Marta crooned. "Play with my titties and get them nice and hard."
Larry reached out with both hands. He grabbed giant fistfuls of smooth, hot tit-flesh and squeezed. "God! Your boobs are fantastic!" he breathed.
Mafia threw her head back and let him squeeze and touch her tits right through the thin fabric. She began to get hot and horny. Her pussy twitched lustily as his fingers plucked at her nipples.
"Wait," she moaned. "Let me take this off. I want to feel your fingers on my skin."
She stood up and let the caftan fall to the floor. Her tits quivered like to ripe melons. Her nipples were hard and painted and they jabbed out at the air. She saw his eyes move over her naked body and her pussy started creaming.
Larry was in shock. Marta was so sexy and so beautiful that she took his breath away. His hard prick jerked alarmingly.
"Why don't you get out of those clothes," she suggested. "I don't think you're going to need them in a couple of minutes."
Larry just couldn't believe that this was actually happening to him. He had dreamed about it for so long that the actual happening was just too much. He thought of sliding his hard prick into her hot pussy and it was just too much far his mind to take. He groaned in ecstatic delirium and felt his hard cock explode in the front of his pants.
Marta heard his anguished groan and looked down. She took in the situation at a glance. She had played her part as a seductress a little too well – Larry had come in his pants.
"Oh, Jesus Marta! I'm sorry!" Larry mumbled, flushing beet-red. "I haven't done that since I was a kid! Jesus!"
Marta giggled. "Well, at least I know I turned you on," she gasped. "I think we'd better do something about cleaning up your clothes before you go home. Why don't you just slip out of them and I'll put them in the washer?"
Larry nodded in misery. "Yeah, I guess that would be a good idea," he replied, struggling to rid himself of his pants and shorts. He looked so embarrassed and miserable that Marta couldn't help but feel sorry for him. She decided that she would get him to relax and then she'd give him some lessons in holding out and not coming so quickly.