"No," he said, and after a generous gulp of his drink, he felt a bit more at ease. "I guess I'm a… a late bloomer. But hell, I was pretty shook-up when it was you who showed up for our date today."
"And yet, you had to go through with this, didn't you, David?" She let a hand rest softly on his thigh. He kept his hands cradled over the mound, as if he'd trapped some rare kind of bird and he feared it might fly away if he loosened his grip.
"You're so damned attractive, Joyce, I couldn't think clearly… no matter how many rules we were breaking, it suddenly didn't matter. You were there and you wanted what I wanted… and it was great."
"Apparently I've wanted it much longer than you have," she said. "Haven't you ever found me desirable before, darling? After all, I live right down the block from you, and we've been in and out of each other's houses for years."
"Yes, but I had you safely planted in another category, so I guess I was conditioned to seeing you in the role of 'friend of the family' and nothing more…"
"Then you never knew when I was flirting with you, did you?"
"No. Were you?" his arousal flaring anew under his cupped grip.
"Outrageously! Until I finally gave up, deciding either I wasn't your type, or Linda had you paper-trained for life."
"I… I love Linda very much," he said, pressing the mound of his palm against the mound beneath it, "but she's… she's…" "Inhibited?"
"Possibly," he said; then fell silent, deciding quite emphatically that his wife as a topic for discussion was definitely out of order at the moment.
"It's those holy-joe parents of hers, poor dear," said Joyce. "Although I do believe that old-goat Wilbur has some secret moments he wouldn't want profiled. But basically they're the most monumental prudes, you know, and I'm afraid they've had a very strong influence on Linda's life. What do you think of your in-laws, David?"
… I screw them both in my dreams, he thought… pumping away at their senilities like there's no tomorrow and really getting back at old Montclair!.. He began to feel zany and lightheaded-the drink plus her propinquity. Noxious duo. "The Montclairs are very seriously rich," he said.
She laughed, letting a finger trail higher up his thigh. "They are that," she said. "Which makes it rather hard to hate them, doesn't it, David?"
… Aw now wait a minute, he thought… this is one more subject that's forbidden in the heat of this hour: his inglorious allegiance to the Montclairs. Although it might do them both good to be chained up and forced to watch while Joyce diligently put him through his paces. Sure!.. show 'em all the sex-education they'd neglected to give their daughter, who must be the only girl in the world who can clench her clitoris…!
David clenched his fists as he felt Joyce's fingers tapping against the knuckles. She leaned nearer and gently licked his ear-lobe, then turned his face to hers and let her lips glide softly over his as she spoke: "Oooh… What are you socking-up down there, darling? Is it a secret weapon?"
He felt a stabbing chill with these words and pulled his mouth from hers, running his tongue across his lips. "Aw dammit, Joyce, you make me feel so clumsy," his fists still jammed between his legs. "I should have more control, more subtlety…"
"You mean you'd like to be able to tell that thing when to get hard, instead of having it prick up all by itself…"
"Oh boy!" was his sighing answer.
"It's been like that ever since we kissed, hasn't it?" she stared pensively at his fists.
… And Brad said she was like this with everyone? Wow! Lucky everyone! "Yes… been like that," he said, turning for another close glimpse of her face and hair… the scented steam of her perfume reaching, coiling… "Because I've never had a kiss like that, Joyce…"
"Tell me about it, David!" she urged him breathlessly. "What made it so special?… How did it feel?… Tell me!"
"Oh… it felt… soft and hot and open… and free, Joyce, like I was really a part of someone else for the first time in my life…"
"That's gorgeous, David… keep talking!" With a swift, savage gesture she grabbed his fists and pulled them away from their lair. And David could speak no more as he saw her eyes dart between his legs, saw how she gaped with rapt delight at the quick plump rising that strained against his zipper. "Good Heavens, darling, you're so comfortably endowed! And to think, I never suspected! You must have worn an armor-plated jockstrap during all those poolside parties."
"No, Joyce, it's… uh… much less noticeable when I'm… uh… turned-off, so to speak…"
"Oh? One of the accordion species, eh?… a foldout! Funny, and I'd always assumed that the sum-total of your parts would look as sane and civilized as the rest of you. But ahh!.. There's a raving fat hunk of lunacy down there, isn't there, David. Oh darling, let it be mine… please…?"
Squatter's rights, he thought. Take it! He shot to his feet and stood up staunch and tall, slipping his hands behind his back and letting his crotch-fabric billow and bloom straight out. And then he winced and nearly stopped breathing as she rose and stationed herself before him, tearing at his trousers like a tigress, unzipping him so fast he didn't even have time to go into shock from the feel of her hands on him… unnn? down there… at the fleshy hub of him, the private loose nest… God, what sweet raiding debauchery to feel her fingers tugging inside his bloated briefs… Aw, watch it, Lady!.. you've got hot flowers for fingertips, and my prick is naked in the wilderness… She unfastened his belt and slid his trousers and briefs to the floor until, in only a few seconds' time, he was perfectly nude from the waist down and his huge liberated member cleaved mightily upwards from between his muscular thighs. He felt dazed and shaken as he watched her move back to stare at it, her eyes full of deep respect, paying homage. Then she advanced towards him again, as if her movements were guided by some remote dream, and took it in her hands… fondling the warm resilience, the surging bulk… fingers eloquent as they chronicled, measured… gave testimony…
"Ooh… careful how you handle that, honey…!" he gasped, and bit down hard on his underlip. "Christ, you're so… so… I'm not used to it."
David eyed her tightly-encased breasts, yearning to strip her down as impetuously as she'd yanked off his pants. But before he could reach for her, Joyce swept down between his sturdy legs and knelt there. David shuddered as he peered down at her lovely heart-shaped face, that subjugated elegance of a mouth so close to zenith and the heat… lips hovering like a gathering tropic storm, his balls tight and tingling in their vigil, as he thought: OhmyGod, she's gonna suck me off! Hey Brad, old-Buddy!.. Look how I'm paying this bitch back for breaking up your home! Aw…
But he'd guessed wrong. Joyce gently pressed her lips against the rearing head of it, just once, and then rose up again and pressed his hands to her bosom… "Now I want to feel your flesh on mine, David. Would you like to undress me?"
He nodded fast, still reeling from the frustration of… not seeing her gorgeous mouth all drowning and full of him. But cool it and wait, he told himself… maybe later… and this part of it's heaven too! He removed her robe and let it drop to the floor…
"Take off everything but my panties, neighbor-boy, because they're fancy, and rather dedicated…"
She stood before him now, wearing nothing but the pink panties and bra, and David's eyes were a beam of fidelity as he stared at her smooth creamy flesh… gaping hungrily at the roundly bunched-up breasts that heaved inside her bra… his eyes lingering down past her satiny-slim waist and supple belly; and as they came to rest on her panties, he knew at once why she wanted to keep them on: she'd stitched an opening there, a beautifully sewn V-gap right at the crotch, with the hem augmented by an exquisite embroidery-design… Holy Christ, that's how she wants me to give it to her!.. a silk open-sesame… wants to be jammed right through her panties…