“I’ll just bet you would,” Judy nodded, wiping her mouth with another paper towel and throwing it in the garbage can. “Tell me, are you a tit man?”
“Not necessarily,” he shrugged. “Oh hell, if you want a compliment I’ll give it to you and tell you you have one gorgeous set of jugs. But I’m interested in the woman as a whole.”
“How do you spell that last word?” she asked.
“With a ’W’,” he replied.
“Well, at least that makes you different from any other man I’ve ever known.”
“Not really,” he replied, trying to act bored. “There are lots of us around. Have you had supper?”
“It’s a little too early for supper,” she replied.
“Don’t you think so?”
“Let’s not mince words,” he said to her.
She walked over to the sofa, which she suspected was a bed at night, and she sat. Then she surprised him by cupping her hands under her breasts, saying, “I have very sensitive breasts, Al. Few men know how to caress them correctly. Most try mangling me. All I really need is a touch.”
Her hands very lightly ran over her taut nipples, as if showing him how she liked to be fondled. Then she slowly unzipped her dress, stood, and stepped out of it. Tossing it off on a chair nearby, she once again cupped her hands under her brassiere-encased breasts and said, “I don’t like masturbating, Al. There’s no pleasure in it. It’s been quite some time since a man’s hands have touched me.”
He was standing near the sofa himself, now, and he slowly sat, watching as she kneeled in front of him. All the while she continued fondling her full, rounded breasts, pushing them up.
For some reason, Al felt almost like a young kid all over again. He ought to have felt sorry for Judy. She was baring more than her flesh before him, she was baring her soul. Yet he didn’t feel sorry for her because she wasn’t trying to get pity from him. On the contrary, it was obvious she was letting him, in essence know, that she wanted to get it on with him, though she wasn’t blatantly coming right out and saying it.
There was pleasure scrawled all over her face as she fondled her breasts while looking at him. He reached down and removed her dark glasses, put them on a nearby end table, and for the first time he was able to see her glistening eyes. They were half-shuttered at the moment beneath long lashes.
Al found his hands reaching forward, and suddenly his fingers were following the paths traced by her own hands. After a few long minutes of that delightful activity, he realized he was becoming more than slightly aroused, and he suddenly moaned, allowing himself to jerk as he gave each oval a solid squeeze.
“Oh my, that feels good!” Judy gasped, purring softly hunching her smoothly rounded shoulders and then closing her eyes. “Oh yessss… I’ve been aching to feel a man’s hands touch me for the longest time, Al. It’s been so long… so long.”
“That sounds like your fault more than anyone else’s,” Al whispered, breathing heavily, enjoying the contact of her full, swollen breasts immensely, thrilling to the pressure of her nipples through her brassiere.
“I’m particular,” she gasped. “I’m not going to give my body to just any man, just as, I’m sure, you’re particular which parolees enjoy what you do to them.”
“I’m glad,” he murmured softly. “I’m very glad. I wouldn’t expect a woman like you to be a virgin, in fact I’d be downright disappointed if you were, but I’m glad you’re careful and particular.”
“Being particular also makes me a pretty lonely woman,” Judy sighed as his hands continued massaging her paps. “Men don’t like going out with women who won’t give them what they want, especially when the woman is my age.”
“You sound like you’re old,” Al said, laughing softly. “Jesus, you’re not even thirty, yet. Hell! I’ll tell you this much. If I ever did have me a permanent girl, she’d be a lot like you. You’re a woman I can respect, Judy.”
“I wouldn’t have come here if I thought otherwise,” she said to him, her eyes flying open. She looked at him with an almost predatory stare. Her tongue came out as she nervously licked her sensuous lips, and then she said, “Just for tonight, do you think you might be able to pretend I belong to you? I’m not going to hold you to anything permanent, Al. But for this one night, I’d like to make believe someone really cares about me.”
“I’d like that,” Al told her, continuing to feel her breasts. “Let’s pretend we’re married.”
“Fine!” she nodded. “What do married couples do on a Saturday night?”
“Well, like you said, it’s too early to go out for supper or to a nightclub. Look, for openers, let’s just sit here on the couch and relax, and maybe watch a little TV, and sort of let nature take its course.”
“That sounds like one terrific idea,” Judy said, and she got to her feet and turned on the TV set. Then she walked over to him and snuggled beside him on the sofa, her feet drawn up under her as she felt the circle of his right arm holding her close.
She pressed her body so firmly into his, his hand was able to sneak under her arm and caress her breast. His other arm came across his waist, enabling him to touch her other nipple, and now he was caressing both breasts, giving them his full attention with fingers and thumbs.
He knew she was staring down at the growing package of heated, stiffening cylindrical meat inside the tight pants he was wearing. He played a game with her, pretending to be furtive about it, adjusting his pants down there, moving the swelling organ into a more comfortable position. It was upright now, burning against his flat stomach.
Moaning and writhing herself, Judy raised her lovely face to his with her deep, tantalizing eyes closed. When she had wiped the cocoa from her mouth she had also removed her lipstick, and Al was more than happy to kiss her unrouged lips. It moved sensuously beneath his, and her hand reached over to clutch at his hip. There was nothing accidental about the way her forearm pressed itself solidly against the upright, throbbing bar of his shuddering cock. Her arm moved back and forth, as if trying to tear open the fly to his pants.
Al moaned and shifted his legs slightly, ostensibly to escape from the delightful pressure, but in reality making his cock rub all the harder against her pressuring arm. He shoved one hand down inside her brassiere, cupping her left breast, while his other hand slid underneath the B cup of the other mammary, pushing it up and out of the way. He was squeezing the solidity of her naked breasts. They were hard, and their crests were full, very swollen. She bit at his lip, and then she squirmed. She moved as if jolted by a bolt of lightning, and she was moaning very loudly as her hand sprang from his hip to fasten very tightly on the throbbing rod inside his pants.
“Hhhaaauuunnnhhhh!” Al gasped, his body responding with a jerk.
As a result, his hands squeezed her nipples unduly hard, and now both of them felt like two marbles that had fallen from a Chinese Checker board.
“Is this what husbands and wives do?” Judy asked, giggling, her hand continuing to squeeze his erection.
“Not being married to anyone other than you at the moment, it would be kind of difficult for me to reply,” he told her.
Judy liked the way he was playing the game. He didn’t fall out of character in spite of the fact that she had, for the moment. He was a good man, a very good man, and she had the feeling that a relationship between the two of them might very well develop. At this stage of the game it was no longer up to her. Just because a woman wanted to get laid didn’t mean a relationship had to form. The truth of the matter was, it was up to him.
“Tell me,” she demanded, “when I’m not around, does my darling husband sometimes take the situation in hand—like this?” she asked, squeezing his cock, hard. Her hand jerked up and down on the organ even though it was inside his pants.