Seeing where his eyes were, Hazel took a slow, lazy pull at her drink, licking, swallowing, and he sighed as he watched and said: "Ooh yeah… This is the view I want," the desperate urgency welling up inside of him. Oh, to kiss that lush exposure! As if anticipating him, she placed her drink on a nearby table and David did the same. Then he slipped an arm about her waist and drew her to him, winging his thighs slightly apart to make room for the salutary throb of his erection… as if its knob were rigidly contemplating the touch of those alluring lips on his. Gently, he reached his other hand around and tilted her chin. And as he lowered his face to hers, he saw her lips slowly part, saw her tongue flick briefly in and out between them, moistening… her mouth shimmering for him now… "Ohhh… you're adorable," he murmured, lightly dabbing his mouth against hers, tracing and swirling tenderly over the warm and fragrant breath-scent, then wrapping his arms completely about her and deepening the kiss, moaning with the hot-velvet feel of her revolving caresses as she ardently worked her lips against his… a weaving clutching tempo as he dipped and held her… oooh! What a burning beseeching prowl of a woman's mouth, parting, yearning, blending… Her fingers circling through his tousled hair, pressing his head more fiercely down to hers… then parting her lips more fully to receive his nuzzling soft quests, like a child breastfeeding at its mother's mouth instead of her teats… kissing, ummm… sinking… as they clung like that for the long, grappling moments, the surging fevers of her tongue and lips building to such a tumultuous act in itself, it made David forget everything else they should be initiating and fondling. His cock was so bunched-up and stiff and stout in his pants that it ached and frantically pulsed… as if her lips were touching him there, when they were, lamentably, quite far away.
"Ohh, what a husky, throbbing baby you are!" she said, finally pushing him away to get her breath. "I could let you kiss me all night long. Would you like that, David… with nothing ever touching but our lips… hmmm? God, what delicious agony!"
She leaned forward and brushed her lips lightly against his once more, and David, too excited to speak, could only lunge and scoop in more closely for another locked and crushing contact, groaning anew as her tongue slid in between the rapt succulence of his lips… entwining there, searching… as he pulled back for one more eye-feast of the turbulent softness. "Aw baby!.. I never knew a kiss could do this to me…!" And then gasped aloud as he felt her long tapered fingers gliding up his thigh… slow hot tentacles reaching for the stinging hub of him… oh, so maddeningly slow… ooh please, honey, touch it… touch it! A guy's heart could stop beating like this! He seized her hand and put it… ahh… right there! A whole fat palm full of it, and Christ… how he yearned for some flesh-ease to alleviate that swollen sprouting tension… the erection that kisses built… her mouth controlling all his dials.
But her hand did nothing. Simply stayed and gentry cupped there.
"Oh Christ, I'm burning up!" He sounded the alarm, his lips still close and hungering over hers.
She chuckled and gave the clothed wedge of it a condescending squeeze. "I wonder how many babies were made like this," she said, blithely tracing her tongue alone the full dabbing thrust of his underlip, "in the middle of a kiss, I mean… with two lively mouths generating all the primary heat… even more heat than… this!" Then the quickest sweetest shock of all as she deftly unzipped him, digging her seasoned explorer's fingers in to tug and wrestle and finally release the enormous taut prong of his desire. David felt such a heady rush of joy and relief, he began to tremble… Oooh Lady, you are a raw-nerve bundle of sex and it's pouring out of you everywhere… mouth, fingers… lovely tan thighs… his eyes lingering about her lips, tempestuous big full-bodied blossom of a woman… then gazing downward to glory in the exotic novelty of his thick pink jutting cock in her long graceful fingers that tweezed and gripped and made romantic love to the pulsating breadth of what they held. He felt her excitement rising with the portly feel of him… "Ah, David, what a bangle!.. What a lovely bursting tool!" Squeezing, maturing. "How proud and straight and regal… oooh! An outrageous conceit of a cock! And now, for the hidden companion-pieces…" Fingers rubbing deeper in his briefs. "Are they fat, my darling fresh-lipped blond boy… hmmm?… Say it if they are."
"Say… what?" he asked, his eyes darting from her fingers to her lips and back…
"Say 'my balls are fat'," she sternly instructed him.
He leaned forward and nuzzled a soft kiss at her mouth. "My balls are fat," he murmured, his lips vibrations sending the message to hers, and they both trembled from the coupled intimacy: this announcement made with a kiss… trembled as her hands now captured his most private adornments… his healthy testes springing free as Hazel peered down at them, her eyes full of wide delight as she cradled, lifted, let dangle…
"Oh David, quickly! Stand up and get out of your clothes. I love to watch a man undressing himself… touching himself. Pretend I'm not here and strip…!"
Rising, David did as she asked, crawling out of his pants and briefs and going a little dizzy to see how obsessively she stared at him. When he was completely nude, she said: "Now stand quite still in profile for a moment… yes, like that! Ahh, there they are, three ripe matinee-idols, my all-time favorites! I'm president of their fan-club, you know!"
"Aw baby, they'd vote for you any day!" he said, watching her eyes on him.
"Now David, walk over to that big studio-bed in the corner and lie flat on your back. Then pretend that you're utterly in my power, and no matter how you try, you can't prevent me from doing whatever I want with your body…"
"Oh yeah!.. I'm helpless, honey," he said, going over to the bed, his member planked out stalwartly before him, 'Whatever you want, I'm yours…"
In another instant he was sprawled out on the low, Hollywood bed exactly as she'd instructed, his plump appendage aimed stiffly at the ceiling, Hazel dimmed the lights so that the bed was a soft glow of shadows. Then she peeled down to her slip, which was pale and transparent and clung to her so tightly, David waited breathlessly for her to get out of that bulging bra he detected underneath. But she took nothing else off for the time being; not even her boots. Aw hell, she's gonna tease me, he thought; part of the game. Dammit, every girl's got a game of her own and I want to master'em all!
"Lie flat and still, David!" she prompted him. "Remember, you're my prisoner, to do with as I choose!"
"Sure, baby… sure!" He flipped his head back down on the pillow and waited.
Hazel moved across the room and stood over him, looking tall and remote in her hungers… lady-gourmand with her own private buffet, ready to swoop in and dish up. She sat down quietly on the edge of the bed and lightly let her fingers glide all over his body, as if she were playing a harp… plucking at him, rippling… David shuddering with the satiny hot feel of her hands on him and praying that she'd slip out of her fat living-bra so he could suck her there… Oooh! How he wanted the taste of her body on his lips, wanted to apply everything he'd learned from Joyce… tongue jabbing, driving her wild… his mouth a pledged ceremonial at all her secret basins… finding new body-lips of her to nourish his own… aw please!.. wanna swallow… the honey-blonde… wanna dip and drain 'er!
But Hazel had her own plans, articulate maneuvers. She knelt between his squirming thighs and, before he realized what she was about, she had taken the full meaty head of his prick in her ravenous red mouth and was gently swiping her hot tongue around on it… her rhythms circular and enraging as she raised up a little and dipped her tongue's point inside the delicate slit-aperture at the tip…