Chapter 2

I couldn’t think about anything else. I wanted to see her, talk to her, run my tongue over her cute little ass.

“You’ve got to cool your jets.” She told me, “I like you too but I have a life. Let’s get together tomorrow.”

“What time?” I asked.

“I’ll be back from work at six.” She said.

I was there at six sharp.

We talked, like we used to. She went silent after a while and just looked into my eyes, smiling just slightly.

“Do you know what this look means?” she asked.

“I think so.” I said.

“When a woman looks at you like this, the next move is yours.”

“What should I do then?” I asked.

“Everyone’s different. Some men just grab her by the wrist, or the hair even. Sometimes it’s a turn on when the man is a little aggressive, just watch closely to be sure it’s appreciated. Other guys go slow; just reach out and take my hand. That’s a safer approach, if she doesn’t want you she’ll simply pull her hand away.”

She lectured on the subtleties of seduction for a while, words which sank in and were great help to me in the years that followed.

“You have a natural sensuality; the way you touch, it’s quite good, and you’re a great lover. A bit small, but you like to please, and that’s the key.”

As she was talking, I stood up and stepped behind her chair to stroke her head and face.

She sighed and leaned back as my hands ran down her neck.

“This is nice.” She sighed, pulling her tee shirt up over her head.

She tilted her head back and I kissed her as my hands roamed her smooth shoulders and breasts, scraping her protruding nipples.

She lifted one short shapely leg, and set her foot on the table. She was wearing tight pants and trainers. No makeup or girly accessories, but she didn’t need them to be utterly desirable to me.

I took off her shoe, then the other. I sat opposite her and massaged her small feet, watching her expressions change as my fingers tried different strategies.

I’d never noticed feet before; I thought they were for walking, running, and kicking. Joan’s feet had another function; they were sexy.

As I worked on one, the other went to my groin.

She laughed kindly; “Hard already are we?” she said, her nipples pointing at me eagerly.

I just nodded, enjoying the moment, confident we would fuck, but in no hurry to get to that part. I slid my fingers up her calf a little but the tight pants didn’t let me go far.

Instead of taking them off, she put her shirt back on, but without a bra. That worried me a little, maybe she didn’t want to do it after all.

“Take your clothes off.” She requested. “Do it slowly, and look at me while you do.”

I knew what she wanted; a sort of semi-strip tease. She grinned at me in appreciation as I performed, coyly turning to obscure my cock as my pants came down.

I bent forward so my ass was out, then worried that women might not appreciate rear ends; but she laughed happily.

I turned to face her, my hands covering it; she stared at my groin in wide eyed anticipation, as if she had no idea what I had.

Slowly, I let my cock bounce up between my hands, which caused Joan to laugh again.

I twisted my hips so it batted from side to side, and then up and down, as my lover rolled with laughter.

I reached out and slowly gathered her hair into my fist. She stared wide eyed at me, mouth slack, silent now. I pulled her face to my erection, and pushed it into her mouth. Not savagely, but quite emphatically.