His mind droned on, the subversive white liquid he had been drinking rationalizing away all the defenses he would normally have. The straying young husband watched Mae more intently now as she turned back from the closet dressed only in her brassiere, garter belt, panties, and high-heeled shoes, the thin veneer of the stockings shining silkily in the soft light of the room.
It suddenly occurred to him that he'd like to take her like that, with her stockings and high heels still on. He had never fucked a woman that way, and though he had sometimes tried playfully to pull Jill down on the bed when she was undressing, she had always pushed him away in her best puritanical manner and continued her undressing in the bathroom. How many times had he seen his own wife naked? Not many! She seemed to have a thing about it he could not understand.
This woman was different. Her every movement shouted out that she knew what her sensual young body was for and that she would not hesitate to use it in bed. There could be no doubt about that!
The nervous young husband pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it across his brow to absorb the tiny beads of perspiration that were beginning to form there from the tenseness of his body. With an effort, he tore himself away from his watching and moved quickly to the bat to pour himself another drink, pouring it quickly and drinking it down before the ice had even cooled it properly. He needed it now; the painfully throbbing erection in his pants had risen to almost its full height. The tight restricting material of his shorts hurt, and he pushed down, allowing his thick eager cock to slip out one leg band into the greater looseness of his trousers. For the moment, it helped.
"Bob," he suddenly heard that excitingly throaty voice from the other room, "Please bring me my drink."
Behind the bar Bob jumped slightly from the unexpected sound, almost knocking over his glass. He had been too immersed in his own half-drugged thoughts to be prepared for the sudden summons.
"Bob," she repeated again, "Please?"
"Y-Yes," he stammered back, "Right away."
"Well hurry, it's lonely and dry in here."
The flustered young man flushed as he tried to force his fully erect cock back into the tightness of his shorts. How could he walk into the room like this? It was too obvious. After a moment's struggle he got it pushed down the best he could, then picked up the two drinks and headed for the bedroom. No thought of resisting remained in his mind now, only a little self doubt. Could he handle this woman?
Mae looked up at him as he came into the bedroom and smiled slowly. She was wearing a light nylon robe now, that came just to the tops of her thighs. The robe was tied very loosely, and it was obvious that she had shed the brassiere and panties while he was mixing the drinks. She still had on the garter belt, sheer silk stockings, and high heeled shoes. The deep cleavage of her breasts showed without impediment at the top.
"Mmmmmmmm." She grinned after sipping from the glass he handed her. "You're learning quickly. Just the right amount."
"I've been practicing on myself," Bob answered, raising his glass towards her. He suddenly found he wasn't nervous at all, but felt instead a growing power and self-confidence that he had never experienced before. He felt marvelous, as if he had finally found the true strength within himself, a strength that had been dormant all this time he had been married to Jill, all this time he had been catering to her prudish school-girl ideas about making love. He knew that making love to this woman who stood almost naked before him was going to change him, and perhaps nothing less would ever satisfy him again.
Mae lowered her eyes for a moment to the bulge at the front of his trousers. Her smile deepened and two dimples appeared on her cheeks.
"We're going to like one another," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "I can tell."
"Very observant," he said a little self-consciously. "I didn't think you'd notice."
"How could I miss something like that? You're quite a man."
She settled herself back on the edge of the big bed, leaning back on her elbows. The short robe rode up over her full sensuous thighs, exposing the soft silky down of the pubic mound at the base of her smooth white belly. She patted the bed beside her, indicating that he should sit down.
"Well," she said after he had settled himself. "Tell me something about yourself. You know, I really know very little about you – or your wife."
Bob was taken aback for a moment. What was there to say about himself or Jill either, for that matter? But before he could answer she said, "No, it isn't really important now. We can talk about that later – when we already know each other in more interesting ways… Do you like the Pernod?"
"It makes me less inhibited, I will say that," he kidded, reaching over with one hand and tracing tiny circles with his nails over the whiteness of her stomach.
Mae shivered for a moment at this first contact of his fingers against her soft flesh.
"Mmmm, it makes you a lot braver, too. At first, at the bar, I didn't know if you would come home with me."
"That was centuries ago," he smiled over at her, feeling a slight flush from the liquor. "Shall I get you another drink?"
"There's some in the cabinet." She pointed to a corner of the room. "You'll find everything you need there, including ice."
Bob rose, taking her glass from her hand and glanced down at her thinly bearded vaginal lips clearly visible up between her slightly parted legs. It did not make him at all uncomfortable to look at her like this, and a pleased smile crossed over his face as she opened her thighs a little more. She was clearly excited; the first tiny dewdrops of moisture were rising between her legs and glistening in the tight narrow vaginal slit as she exposed herself to him. He hurried with the drinks, the impatient heat in his own body rising rapidly.
When Bob returned to the side of the bed with the drinks, his seductress had loosened the front of her robe even more, exposing her large full breasts and their ruby-ripe nipples.
"God, you're beautiful," he muttered, staring down at her seductive nakedness with the drinks still in his hands. He could see that her eyes were dilated a little from excitement, and it was all he could do to keep from dropping to his knees in front of her and locking his lips to her sweet little pussy at this very moment, but he held himself back, sensing that she needed more. This woman would know what making love was all about, and she wasn't the kind one just jumped on top of and rammed it into without preparing her well. The reward should definitely be worth the torture of waiting.
"You're not so bad yourself," she said huskily as she reached for the drink he handed her. "In fact, you're a very handsome young man."
"I'm not that young," he said quickly, "almost as old as you."
"Have you had many women? Other than your wife I mean?" She asked the question matter-of-factly as though it were a perfectly normal piece of conversation.
"Enough," he said, leaning over her and kissing her lightly on the lips as if to show he had been doing this kind of thing all his life.
She pushed him away for a moment.
"Here, put my drink on the table or we'll spill it."
The aroused young man took both drinks and quickly put them on the table by the bed, then leaned over her again, pressing his lips tightly down against hers. She reached up and curled her arms around him to pull him down on her, and one of his legs jammed tightly between her open thighs. She was wonderfully supple and soft, and her voluptuous body was glued against his as though she were part of him. Her thigh moved up against his groin, scraping against his painful hardness as he ground his lips hungrily into hers. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid that was seeping from the lust-swollen tip of his excited penis. It smeared against his leg inside his trousers, and he wondered if she could feel the dampness through the material.