"No," he smiled. "You've already helped me. I feel like a million dollars. You just sit there and look beautiful, that's how you can help me."
"Do you want me to wait for you?" she asked, suddenly thinking of having to go home to her empty apartment.
"This will probably take all night," he said, coming to the bed and lifting her small chin with a delicate finger. "Besides, you probably have a hundred boyfriends just drooling for a date with you. Now c'mon," he added, quickly slipping into a pair of socks and lacing up his shoes, "give me a kiss at the door."
She followed him from the bedroom and across the wide living room to the front door where he hurriedly pulled on a jacket.
He stepped close, smiling at her, and held her by the shoulders, letting his eyes go from her pretty face to her toes and back again, taking in her nakedness and recording it deep in his brain before quickly kissing her cheek.
"I wish I could stay and finish what I started," he said regretfully, "but duty calls. Don't forget to leave your number on the table before you go." He kissed her again quickly and stepped out the door, leaving her alone and very confused in the apartment.
The encouraging smile she had worn for him sank slowly from her full lips as the finality of his hurried departure came home to her. She turned slowly, looking around at the elegantly furnished room and the vast skyline of millions of glittering stars set richly in an inky blanket of velvet, trying not to think of the ill-timed phone call or her aching vagina, letting the lonesome stars flush her mind of what she wanted most, what she needed to satisfy the fiery longing deep within her womb.
But Elliot's hard dick and swirling tongue leaped repeatedly into her thoughts, increasing the pulse in her empty cunt. She swallowed tightly as she pictured his rock-hard seven-inch prick trembling and spurting its sweet climax into her throat, then the masterful way he had brought her so close to climax…
But why think of that, she told herself, walking slowly across the room to the windows overlooking the dark city.
All those people out there, all those men, she thought, a rush of hot blood pounding along her thighs and into the fiery furnace of her cunt. Maybe I'll go out to the singles' bar around the corner from my apartment, she mused silently, thinking of the men she had met there. Or maybe I could call Bobby and he could sleep at my place, snuggle warmly into me…
Her mind drifted to the men she had known in her life, their hot hands grabbing at her when she was sixteen, and her flat refusals, then the more sophisticated but still boyish attempts to seduce her by the dates she had after high school, and her final submission to a psychology major at the college in her hometown in Nebraska.
Yes, I wish you were here now, she thought, remembering the way he had lead her, gently but insistently, going further and further until he had her panties off and her legs spread on his narrow bed, her tight young pussy yawing wide to accept his steadily advancing tool. She remembered the quick stab of pain as if it were yesterday, recalled how her hymen had stretched agonizingly before yielding to the bulbous purple tip as it forced its way into her, sliding unstoppable into the soft folds of her virgin cunt, her timid pussy spasming wildly at the stranger, the new and pulsating rod that pushed ever longer and ever harder into her, filling her totally and blissfully for the first time.
Where are you now, she wondered idly, moving her hand to her curly mound, teasing the short hairs with her fingertips as she stared out at the night. Her other hand went to her full breast, teasing it absently, letting her throbbing pussy dictate her thinking, mixing the men she had known with movie stars she had thrilled after and swooned over, tangling them in a curious web of blank faces and hard cocks, pricking her mind with fanciful ideas and positions, even ferreting out the possibility of servicing two men at once.
She let her fingers touch the soft lips of her pussy as she imagined herself kneeling between the widespread legs of Elliot Beaumont, his rod pistoning far into her mouth as Bobby banged away at her unprotected box, driving his eight-inch cock into her with powerful strokes, stoking the fires of her insatiable cunt.
"My but you're a pretty little nymph," a voice said, startling her.
She hadn't heard the door open and now she spun around, finding a stranger standing close behind her with a knowing grin spread across his face.
"What-what are you doing here?!" she stammered, throwing her arms across her breasts timidly.
"I came to drive you home," he said easily, obviously enjoying her discomfort. "I've been watching you for a few minutes now."
She blushed profusely, remembering how she had been touching herself. "Why didn't you-"
"Why didn't I announce myself?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry for that, but it's not every day I get to look at someone as pretty as you." He smiled at her, then stuck out his hand. "My name's Tommy."
She accepted it without thinking, and not knowing what else to say, she said, "I'm… I'm Paulette. I didn't expect you so soon," she added blushing, then realizing what she had said, she blurted, "I mean, I-"
"I know," he laughed, easing the tension. "But if I had let you know I was here I would have never gotten to know you so well." He smiled, showing even white teeth and an infectious grin.
"I don't usually stand around naked," she began to explain, letting go of his hand. "It's just I… " She shrugged, letting her explanation go.
"You should stand around naked all the time. It would do wonders for guys like me."
"Oh," she asked brazenly, liking their little game and feeling strangely comfortable with her nakedness. "What is it exactly I do for guys like you?" she asked sweetly. He straightened his shoulders, smiling back at her, then looked down at the front of his trousers.
She followed his teasing gaze, continuing their game. Then she swallowed tightly at the size of the bulge outlined against his thigh. "I did that to you?" she teased, standing openly now, her breasts tingling at his nearness.
"Yes, as a matter of fact you did."
She heard the confidence come into his voice at her obvious interest in the fascinating bulge, and asked, "Should I apologize for doing that to you?"
"No," he answered slowly, letting his eyes travel over her. "You should not apologize for doing it to me, but you should apologize if you don't do something to rid me of it."
Her brows shot up playfully. "And what is it, pray tell, that you would have me do to rid you of it?"
His smile broadened as he took her arm and led her toward the bedroom. "I'll show you what you can do."
Her feet padded softly on the deep pile carpeting as she rushed to keep up with him. Her pussy pouted angrily at its emptiness, sending wave after wave of gripping tension through her as the soft lips of her cunt rubbed tantalizingly together with each step.
"You are just what the doctor ordered," he said huskily, closing the door behind them and tearing at the buttons of his shirt with his thick fingers.
"Here," she offered helpfully, bringing her hands to the stubborn buttons, "let me help."
He calmed slowly and dropped his hands, allowing her to continue at her pace, easing the burtons open one at a time. Her proud tits and sleek frame enchanted him, forcing a cruel smile to his dark features. He drew his tongue across his lips in lustful anticipation, seeing her soft breasts jiggle freely as the shirt opened and she tugged it from his pants.
"Shoes," he said cryptically, flipping off his shirt and tossing it carelessly on the floor.
"Whatever the man wants," she agreed teasingly, "the man shall get." She lowered herself to her knees, feeling a small spasm rock her as she came on eye level with his bulging organ.