I caught up to Mallory, still standing motionless in front of the elevator doors. She looked shocked.
“So, were you able to catch your guest?” I asked.
“I was,” Mallory replied.
“And you gave him your number?” I asked.
“I did,” she replied.
“Something tells me that’s not all that happened,” I commented, providing Mallory with an opportunity to divulge what was said.
“Well…” she began, “after we’d spoken for a few moments, his elevator arrived and he hugged me goodbye. But when he did, he squeezed my bottom and said that he’d like an opportunity to see what’s under my dress.”
“Is that right?” I replied, not terribly surprised. “After all, he did seem to pay very close attention to you during dinner.”
“Oh, he was just being polite,” she responded.
“Evidently, it was a bit more than just good manners,” I replied, pushing the elevator call button. “The real question is, what are you going to do when he calls?”
“He’s not going to call,” she answered.
“Of course not. But when he does, what are you going to do?” I challenged. “This isn’t our first time in this situation. You having a bit of additional attention might be just the thing. But I’ll leave that up to you,” I added, letting her know that the possibility existed.
“That hasn’t happened in a very long time. It’s been years,” she remarked.
“True, but I do remember how much you would enjoy the supplementary consideration,” I answered, smiling to myself. “I get the feeling he’d be very much in favor of accommodating your invitation.”
“Maybe he would,” Mallory answered, as the elevator doors opened.
We were no sooner on the elevator when Mallory’s phone rang. I assumed it was one of the kids with the typical ‘emergency”, but the expression on Mallory’s face told a different story.
I could only hear her side of the conversation, but as I watched, her face turned bright red.
“That’s very nice of you to say and a kind gesture, but it’s not necessary,” Mallory responded to an unheard question. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I very much enjoy fine champagne…No, I don’t think he’d mind. I could ask him, if you’d like,” she answered.
Mallory turned to me and said, “He told me that his company had a fruit basket and a large magnum of champagne delivered to his room and he’d like us to have it.”
“No kidding, isn’t that surprising?” I said, smiling at her.
“He says that would be very thoughtful,” she replied. “We’re in room 413.”
“Well, thank you…Yes, I probably will. Oh, I don’t know about that. I’d have to ask my husband. We make those decisions together. Well, maybe we can discuss that further in a few minutes,” Mallory answered. “We’re just getting to our room now. Yes, we’ll see you in a few minutes.”
“And what was that all about?” I asked, a bit perplexed, opening the door to our room.
“Oh, he wanted to know if I’d still be wearing this dress,” she answered, blushing from head to toe and turning away from me.
“I see. And what is it that whats causing you to turn such a bright shade of red?” I asked.
“He wondered if I might be willing to show him what’s under my dress,” Mallory answered, turning back around to face me.
“Oh..well..that is an interesting offer,” I replied. “Is that a request you’d be interested in entertaining?”
“I would…But only if you took my dress off and displayed me to him,” Mallory answered, in a sensual whisper. “Only if you help him entertain my hungry pussy.”
“Now there’s the Mallory I remember,” I answered, moving toward her. “It’s nice to see you back.”
I noticed that her nipples were now very erect and threatening to pierce the material of her dress. I moved toward her, placed my hands on her shoulders, and gently pushed her back against the wall. I leaned into her, kissing her neck lightly, and whispered…
“So, you want to stand in front of a stranger, while I slowly remove your dress, is that it?” I said, using my free hand to find the long slit on the side of her skirt.
Mallory gasped sharply. “Yes..yes, Honey, I want you to expose me to him,” she answered, breathing through her open mouth.
“I’m certain he’ll be thinking about all the things he’d like to do to you. He’ll imagine how much he’d like to use you.” I said, stroking Mallory’s exposed thigh. “He’ll be thinking about how much he’d like to slide his cock into your tight, wet, pink hole,” I described, cupping her panty-covered sex in my hand.
“Oh my gosh, yes, Sweetheart,” Mallory panted, as her arousal rapidly increased.
“Should I turn you around, and spread these soft mounds so he can get a good look at your hungry, pink holes…” I said, squeezing her warm, ivory bottom.
“Please, Sweetheart, please…, I want you to display me, I want you to show him how wet I am,” Mallory pleaded. “I want to feel him staring at my pussy.”
There was a sudden knock at the door, and Mallory went stiff.
“Well, you may just get your opportunity, Mallory,” I said in a low voice, releasing her and moving toward the door.
I opened the door and was greeted by our stranger, who seemed to be in very good spirits. He walked in with an attitude of comfort and confidence.
“Hey, sorry for the intrusion,” he began jovially, holding a rather large gift basket. “I just have this stuff here, and I have early morning appointments. It’ll be of no use to me, and I really didn’t want to leave it for housekeeping,” he added, setting his impromptu gifts on the kitchen counter.
Mallory was now standing somewhat nervously next to an overstuffed chair, across from the sofa.
“Well, well, my favorite dress,” he commented, entering the room and walking toward the main sitting area.
Mallory smiled and said Hello again, seating herself back on the couch.
He walked into the living space casually and seemed uncertain about where the appropriate place to sit was. I motioned to the sofa.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” he said, pausing before taking the offered seat.
“No, not at all,” I answered. “We were just settling down for the evening. Please, make yourself comfortable,” I offered.
“It’s nice to see both of you again,” he offered. “Especially, you, Mallory.”
Mallory deeply blushed and fidgeted a bit, perched on the arm of the overstuffed captain’s chair. It caused her dress to shift, revealing her leg all the way up to her thigh. She made no effort to cover herself.
I immediately got the feeling that this may not have been his first experience with this particular circumstance either.
“Allow me to be candid, I have to ask. Why did you people invite me here?” he inquired.
“You seemed intent on further interaction. Why did you accept the invitation?” I countered.
“Honestly? Mallory and I briefly touched on the circumstances behind how she and I came to meet. So I’m here out of complete curiosity. Besides, I enjoyed your company at dinner. It’s not often that someone, anyone, takes me to dinner,” he said.
“Curiosity, is it? That’s been a very popular topic of discussion lately,” I remarked.
“That’s understandable,” he answered. “Curiosity is a very powerful thing. It can be very motivating in certain situations,” he concluded. “I find possibility to be equally compelling.”
“It certainly can be. And you were obviously curious earlier this evening prior to my, uh, disclosing myself,” I replied.
“Yes, I was. And if I’m being honest, I still am, curious, that is,” he said, crossing his legs and making himself more comfortable. “I still don’t have any idea why you both asked me here,” he stated once again, in an almost coy tone of voice.
“Well, I’m not certain how to answer that,” I said truthfully. “It was obvious from the way you approached my wife that you harbored some kind of interest, or, shall I say, a curiosity, since that seems to be the popular term,” I began. “And my wife expressed a curiosity as to what your curiosity might have been?”
He laughed, “Well now, that makes perfect sense. Now, if I understand correctly, you mean concerning my intentions, is that right?” he answered.
“Yes, I think knowing that might help my wife out a great deal,” I answered, looking at Mallory.
“Far be it from me to leave an attractive woman’s curiosity unfulfilled,” he replied, in an almost mischievous manner. “You have very fine taste,” he said admiringly.
“You’re referring to her dress?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, the dress is elegant,” he professed, turning and looking at Mallory. “As well as what the dress is wrapped around, if you don’t mind my saying so,” he divulged.
“Oh, I don’t mind. I’d very much agree with that, as well,” I replied. “Do you mind him saying so, Honey?”
Mallory was wordlessly turning redder with each passing moment. “No, I don’t mind at all,” she said softly. “Would you excuse me for a moment?” she said, heading for the bathroom.
“Allow me to explain ourselves a bit,” I began. “We, as a couple, have experienced a drop off in our marital activities. Let’s just say that. There are lots of reasons for it, mental, chemical, physical, you name it, and we’ve got it. It does no good to assign blame as to who’s accountable for what. We just found ourselves in a situation that needs correcting or possibly modification.”
“Okay, I’m with you so far,” he said, nodding his head thoughtfully. “This is closer to home than you realize. I experienced a very similar situation.”
“Really,” I answered, intrigued.
“That kind of thing breaks up a lot of marriages, fosters infidelities, mistrust, resentment, you name it,” he divulged. “That’s what happened to my marriage,” he admitted.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I understand this is quite common, on both sides of the relationship,” I replied.
“It does. And I’m going to guess that this is how you’ve decided to try and do something about it?” he inquired.
“It’s a step. And I’m not even certain what or how a person might define what ‘this’ is. What I want her to feel again is what it’s like to be sexy and attractive. Desired would be a good word.” I replied.
“But she actually is, there’s no denying that,” he answered, sounding surprised to hear me say such a thing.
“I know that, and you know that, along with countless others…but she doesn’t know that or at least refuses to acknowledge that it exists,” I answered. “And coming from me, well, isn’t quite the same, is it?”
“But that’s ridiculous,” he said, leaning forward. “That’s like refusing to believe that water is wet.”
“I know, but I don’t think that I have the ability to convince her,” I replied. “So I’m willing to try and explore other ways to get the point across. Other options to hopefully reignite her flame.”
“Ah ha,” he said, getting a clearer picture. “That’s a dangerous game.”
“Maybe, maybe, but all I really want is for her, is to reconnect with that part of herself, with that part of our relationship. I want her to feel aroused and excited again. Maybe desired is the word I’m looking for. I want to wake that part of her up,” I said with complete honesty.
“And you think this is the way to do that?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I could give you a list of things I’ve tried that failed to have any kind of a reaction,” I replied. “Now, I know for a fact that she’s under enormous amounts of stress and has huge obligations and responsibilities, and that leaves her exhausted. I know that’s true because I see it. It’s not an exaggeration,” I added.
“Okay, I get it, or at least I’m beginning to…I think,” he said, trying to grasp what I was trying to illustrate.
“I’ll describe it to you, the same way I’ve described it to her,” I began. “Remember when you used to go on those first dates? Remember the nervous excitement? The ‘anything could happen’ feeling you used to get? The butterflies, I guess?”
“Sure, everybody does, or at least I would hope everybody’s experienced that at one time or another,” he said, following along.
“Well, it’s my idea, my hope, that if she experiences that feeling again, that it might ignite some renewed feelings, curiosities, and anticipations that she may have forgotten,” I explained.
“The butterflies,” he said, indicating that he had grasped what I was saying.
Yes, the butterflies,” I replied.
“And my being here is supposed to create that?” he asked curiously.
“More like ‘first date’ jitters,” I suggested. “And that’s not something I can provide,” I admitted. “Compliments from me, gestures, advances, just don’t have the same effect.”
“Oh, so you guys aren’t swingers then,” he said, kind of thinking out loud.
“Oh no, not by a long shot,” I answered directly. “This most certainly is not that kind of thing,” I added. “If I know Mallory, at this moment, she’s more embarrassed than she ever has been in her life and climbing the bathroom walls,” I said. “But that doesn’t mean that her curiosity hasn’t been aroused.”
“I can hear you!” Mallory called through the bathroom door.
“Did I happen to mention that she’s not an idiot?” I remarked, laughing. “Honey? Why don’t you come out here and join us so our guest can admire that beautiful dress again?” I suggested.
Our guest laughed along and said, “I would really appreciate another opportunity to see that remarkable gown of yours, Mallory,” he said encouragingly, calling toward the bathroom.
The bathroom door opened, and she re-entered the suite.
“Well, look there. Even prettier than I remember,” her guest said admiringly, watching Mallory walk back toward the couch. “That is one hell-of-a dress,” he added, in unsurprised astonishment.
“Make a little turn, will you, Honey?” I requested.
Mallory stopped, facing me, and put her hand on her hip, giving me a “really?” kind of a look, with her back to her guest.
“I have to say, that dress does know how to hug all the right places,” he observed, smiling, clearly enjoying the view of her perfect apple butt no more than 5 feet from his face.
Mallory then quickly spun around, allowing the slit in the dress’s side to open, revealing her leg all the way up to her thigh.
“Well, I think a great credit should be given to the way the dress hangs, too,” he said, continuing to grin.
“Thank you. I’m glad you like it,” Mallory said, blushing from head to toe.
“Come over here and sit with me, Honey,” I said, holding out my hand.
Mallory came over to me, took my hand, and once again, sat on the arm of the chair I was sitting in. She casually swept aside the cascading material of her dress that had naturally fallen open, revealing both her legs up to her hips.
I began stroking my fingers over Mallory’s exposed thigh, trying to gauge the reaction I might receive. Mallory remained composed, and I moved the remaining material from her lap, providing her guest with an unobstructed view of her sheer, black panties.
Suddenly, I started to feel like I was driving a car with no idea of where that car was going. I decided to drive and see where the road led. Mallory seemed a bit more collected and slightly less anxious, so I decided to pick up the conversation where we left off before she hastily went to the bathroom.
“So, where were we?” I said rhetorically, addressing our guest. “Oh yes, I remember, we were discussing your intentions,” I remarked, directing the conversation. “Your thoughts…what were those exactly, when you approached her at her table?”
“At first, I was curious as to why someone so obviously attractive would be there…unescorted,” he answered. “She did appear to be a little nervous, and I decided to approach her and see where that might lead,” he said. “I noticed her dress and how stunningly beautiful it looked on her and, well, I was interested.”
“So, if I’m hearing you correctly, your first impression and your initial attraction was based purely on her physical appearance,” I suggested.
“Yes, that’s right,” he answered, looking across the coffee table at my little blonde nymph, who nervously shifted a bit.
“Well, what do you know about that?” I said, hoping Mallory would see the point I was making and teasing her a little at the same time. “And do you still feel the same way now?” I asked.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he replied, laughing a bit.
“It is to me, but Mallory is very specific. And, for future reference, I’d like it stated for the record,” I said, smiling up at her.
“Yes, definitely, yes. And for the record, she is absolutely beautiful, and I enjoyed having a drink with her,” he said under oath.
“Honey…” Mallory said in an imploring way. “I think you’re making him uncomfortable.”
“Did you find her engaging, conversationally, I mean?” I asked.
“Oh yes, immensely so,” he replied immediately. “She’s quick and witty and has a darling smile.”
“I would certainly agree,” I remarked. “And would you say that caused her to appear more or less attractive?” I asked, continuing my line of questioning.
“I’d say it made her far more attractive,” he replied.
“And what were your thoughts at that point?” I asked.
“Honestly, I wanted to spend some time with her and hopefully get to know her better,” he replied.
“I see. And by ’getting to know her better’, you mean what, exactly?” I asked, wanting Mallory to hear his response.
“Well…” He began nervously shifting his position a bit. “As I said, I was initially attracted to her physically, and I was hoping that there might be a possibility that some physical activity might be conceivable, that is, if she felt the same way.”
“Oh, I see,” I answered. “I can’t say that I blame you,” I added, agreeing with him, looking up at Mallory and smiling. “And just what specifically were you envisioning?” I asked, still maintaining eye contact with her.
“Good grief, Honey!” Mallory said, astonished, kind of fidgeting on the arm of the chair. “Now you’re making me uncomfortable.”
“Oh, Sweetheart, I know how curious you are,” I replied. “Even when you pretend that you’re not,” I added, continuing to caress her bare thigh. I turned my attention back to our guest. “Please, continue, if you don’t mind. I’m certain Mallory would enjoy hearing what you have to say.”
“Of course,” he said, repressing a bit of a grin. “I’m not trying to embarrass anyone or upset anyone,” he said, carefully laying the foundation for his next comments.
“No, no, I think this is very helpful,” I answered. “Please, feel free to say whatever you like.”
“Alright, if you insist. The more we spoke, the more I imagined myself removing that beautiful dress of hers,” he confessed. “I wanted to see the look in her big blue eyes when I slid the gown from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I imagined holding her beautiful breasts in my hands and feeling her nipples get hard against my palms.”
“That’s very specific,” I commented as dispassionately as I could muster, while running my hand up Mallory’s thigh and under the material gathered in her lap.
Mallory sat almost motionless, probably caught between feeling shock and arousal.
“Please, feel free to elaborate,” I suggested, looking up at Mallory. She was like a frozen deer in the headlights, but voicing no objections, at least for the moment. I slid my hand further up her thigh, cupping the front of her very warm little kitten.
“Well, speaking for myself, I especially enjoy the moment when a potential partner ‘uncovers’ me. I guess that’s the best way to describe it,” he said, somewhat ambiguously. “I imagined her sitting in a chair or on the edge of a bed. I would approach her, and she’d unfasten my belt, lowering my trousers, at which point, she may notice a slightly larger than usual bulge,” he described, looking straight at Mallory. “I imagined her using her two hands to grab the waistband of my underwear, and slowly lowering it, providing my friend with a bit of breathing room.”
“Well, well, a very confident man indeed,” I said. “You do have a vivid imagination, don’t you?” I added rhetorically, lightly stroking Mallory’s panty-covered patch with my fingertips.
I’m not certain if the comment registered with him or not. I did notice that it failed to interrupt his fixated stare, nor did it prevent him from continuing his description.
“She’d look up at me with a surprised, curious, or even apprehensive expression. I’d reach down, cup her cheek, and say, ‘He doesn’t bite. Hold it in your hands. Explore it.’ She’d take me into her hands, wrapping her fingers around the shaft, assessing its rather sizable dimensions.”
As he spoke, I glanced up at Mallory, who was now also becoming immersed in her guest’s recital. I slid my hand deeper, between her thighs. Mallory acquiesced, slightly spreading her legs, and I brushed aside the flimsy material of her panties, and I was greeted by a very slick little kitten.
“With both her hands wrapped around my shaft, she’d slowly stroke its length. I’d run my hands through her hair while she appraised the appendage in her grasp. She’d run her hands up my length and rub her thumbs over the head,” he described. “‘You like that, don’t you? Not quite what you expected?’ I’d say to her. She’d look up at me and smile a curious, excited, apprehensive smile while she continued to stoke its growing length. ‘What would you like to do with it?’ I’d ask, continuing to run my fingers through her hair.
“‘I don’t know…I really just don’t know,’ she’d say, becoming more and more mesmerized, while images raced through her imagination.
“‘Might I make a suggestion?’ I’d offer, brushing the silken strands of hair from her brow and resting my other hand on the back of her neck. ‘I find that the most passionate affairs begin with a simple kiss,’ I’d say, stroking her forehead and gently coaxing her head forward, toward the base of my anxiously excited appendage. Her mouth would open slightly as I guided her toward the base of my ridged companion. Her big blue eyes would stare into my own, as her parted lips fastened to the bottom of my column. I would feel her tongue caressing the sensitive skin, as she began the journey to the top, leaving a glistening trail in her wake.
“‘There you are, Beautiful, and now we’re on our way.’ Her eyes would close, and she would exude a tiny sound of satisfaction. I’d grip the base of my pedestal and rub the hot tip over her warm lips. ‘See, Beautiful, it’s not so big, there’s just more to play with, more for you to enjoy.’”
I looked up at Mallory. Her mouth was almost open in either shock, disbelief, or surprise. She was still meeting her guest’s stare, and I couldn’t tell if she was appalled or aroused. What I did notice was a rather large bulge in her guest’s trousers, running down the inside of his pant leg, almost to the middle of his thigh. I used two fingers to gently rub her wet pink petals, and whether consciously or not, her creamy thighs parted a bit further, allowing me almost unobstructed access.
Her guest was apparently now in the middle of a dissertation, and he continued speaking seemingly without taking a breath.
“I’d encourage Mallory to explore further. ‘Come on, Beautiful, let me feel that warm tongue of yours again,’ I’d suggest, and the underside of her tongue would begin to caress the beating head, before she started to passionately kiss her way back down to the base of my shaft, where she had begun.
“’That’s right, Beautiful. That feels marvelous,’ I’d say encouragingly. ‘Now try that again, just like before, but at the top, I want you to work that magic tongue of yours all over the tip, just like an ice cream cone.’ She’d smile a devilish smile, without interrupting her journey upward. When she’d reach the top, she’d pause briefly and then proceed to bathe the tip with long, languishing strokes of her velvet tongue.
“’That’s just perfect, Mallory. You look magnificent, that’s just the way I like it,’ I’d say, while stroking her hair, continuing to encourage her. ‘I knew the moment I laid eyes on you that you’d be a natural. Now show me again. Just like an ice cream cone. Let me see that magnificent tongue work its magic.’ As requested, I imagined her providing long strokes of her tongue, from the base of my column all the way to the very top, smiling with satisfaction,” he continued to describe, staring directly at Mallory as if to impose his will through sheer suggestion.
I took notice of his hand, which now rested on his inner thigh. His trousers clearly outlined the rather enormous appendage in his pants, whose length seemed to fall only about four inches from his knee. I continued gently caressing and stroking Mallory’s pinkness that was now completely engaged in her clandestine massage.
Mallory’s expression never changed, although I was aware that she’d taken notice of her guest’s physical transformation. She was deeply blushing, which had almost become a permanent state of being for this evening. Her guest’s recital clearly was not going to experience an intermission, and he unswervingly continued.
“Once she’d reached the summit again, I’d grab myself at the base and rub the hot head across her perfect bottom lip, while looking into those big blue eyes. ‘Take me into that beautiful mouth,’ I’d request excitedly. ‘Just the head. Give it a try.’ She’d open her mouth and envelop the tip in her warm embrace, slowly withdrawing it. ‘See, Beautiful, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now…Slowly…Try it again,’ I’d say. My head would momentarily disappear into her warmth once again, and I’d watch her lips caress the sensitive skin as she slowly withdrew.
“‘Oh yes, Beautiful, that’s perfect, you’re a very talented woman,’ I’d say, caressing her angelic face. ‘You look simply stunning. Watching those lips glide over my shaft is breathtaking. Try it again, Mallory, take a bit more. You’re a quick learner. I think you’re a natural talent.’
“’Now, let’s see that beautiful tongue again.’ She’d open her mouth and dutifully extend that shimmering, wet little carpet. I’d grasp the bottom of my very enthusiastic friend, and brush its head over her inviting tongue before sliding myself in and out of her welcoming mouth. ‘See, Beautiful, it’s not so big when it’s handled by an expert,’ I’d say, while simultaneously stroking her flowing blonde mane. ‘Now, put it all together and show me what you’ve learned.’
“She would then instinctively apply her mouth to the base of my column, licking her way all the way back up to the tip, taking it back into her warm mouth. Her fantastic tongue would swirl around the enlarged apex until she extracted it with an audible pop, before opening her mouth seductively, waiting for me to introduce my friend back into her oral grasp. ‘Wow, Beautiful, look at you, putting things together like that. You are a quick study. I’ll bet you got straight A’s in school.’ She’d simply smile and continue caressing her new friend with her wet tongue.”
I glanced up at Mallory, who was now breathing in short gasps with her lips parted, staring transfixed at her gentleman friend’s lap. There was no way for her friend to conceal his fully aroused companion that appeared almost as large as Mallory’s forearm.
My two fingers were easily gliding in and out of Mallory’s excited, pink sleeve, and suddenly, her hand covered my own. She applied pressure, pushing my fingers deeper into her warm, wet interior. At this point, she was undeniably aroused, and I knew she was beyond the point of no return.
Her guest remained sitting opposite us on the sofa, although now he was using his hand to rub the substantial length of his fully involved companion, no doubt having taken notice of the activity across the room.
“Those are some very specific thoughts,” I said, before he could continue with his dissertation.
“Now, I don’t know if she’d be amenable to this idea, but with her consent, maybe you’d like to introduce her to the subject of your fantasy,” I suggested. “Strictly in the spirit of full disclosure,” I said.
Mallory looked down at me in a wide-eyed, lust-filled expression.
“Truly, I don’t mind,” I said assuringly. “Would you like your guest to come over here and allow you to more closely examine his companion?”
Mallory looked at me and then at her guest, and then shook he head quickly in the affirmative.
“Would you mind stepping over here for a moment?” I asked, directing my question to her guest.
He wasted no time rising and crossing the 5 feet between us. He took a position standing in front of Mallory at about arm’s length. As if mesmerized, her small hand reached out, lightly coming to rest on her guest’s material-covered monster.
Her free hand instantly covered her mouth in an attempt to suppress an involuntary, nervous chuckle.
“Good grief… It’s, it’s unbelievably big. Honestly, it’s like it’s not even real,” Mallory said in surprise and disbelief. She kind of giggled at the absurdity of the whole circumstance. “It’s almost as thick as my wrist,” she said, sounding astonished. Her hand timidly began running over the length of the trouser-covered appendage.
“Oh, it’s very real. It’s okay, Mallory,” he said, covering her hand with his own, showing her how much pressure to apply. “He won’t break,” he added, smiling at her restraint.
She looked at me for some kind of reaction, almost smiling like a kid with a new toy. I slid my hand back under her gown, assuming my previous activity, rediscovering her intense wetness.
She almost involuntarily sighed but controlled the urge, deeply exhaling instead.
“Would you like to continue your examination?” he asked, glancing at me. I gave him a nod, indicating my approval, and said…
“Sweetheart, would you like to see his friend in the flesh?” I suggested.
“Oh my Gosh, I don’t know, I think so… It’s so big,” she stammered, completely out of her element and confused.
He took her hands and placed them on his belt. “There are the keys to the front door, Mallory,” he said. “Take a peek inside.”
She looked at me nervously. I half-smiled and lightly stroked her very stiff, pink lips.
She looked down at her lap and said to me, “And that’s not helping. You’re influencing my decision.”
“How about this, Sweetheart…what would you do if you weren’t concerned with what I thought? What if this was just a date?” I asked.
“I just want to see it,” she said. I wasn’t certain if the comment was made to assure me or to convince herself.
Slowly, methodically, her fingers began to unfasten her guest’s belt.
“This is crazy,” Mallory muttered, mostly to herself, having completely unfastened his belt.
Her little fingers deftly unbuttoned his trousers, and she slowly lowered his zipper.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is nuts,” she muttered again, timidly gasping his trousers and pulling them down, leaving him standing in his briefs with his companion trailing down his thigh.
She sat back a bit, I imagine, in an attempt to process the sight before her. Her hand slowly reached out and came to rest on the behemoth trailing down her guest’s thigh. She bit her lower lip and gently stroked its length, as if soothing a wild animal.
“Just one more layer left, Sweetheart,” I said while giving her a “Well, you’ve come this far,” expression.
She then very timidly placed a hand on either of her guest’s hips and grasped the waistband of his briefs. She began to slowly lower them with all the care of someone defusing a bomb, being driven completely by an overwhelming curiosity. Inch by inch, his briefs lowered until the serpent was completely revealed.
