Chapter 23: At Last!

In the car, finally, Paul and I were alone together. I said, “Your mother has a flair for language. She made out like I was this great prize, ‘with an unimportant little blemish.’ I want to remember that phrase. Every time I’m with you, I can feel you having the same attitude. Your eyes skip past my birthmark, like it doesn’t exist. I can be out in public, without shame, holding my head high. This is a precious gift.”

“Speaking of being gifted, ‘agitate your impressive genitalia’? How did you get so shy, when your mother is so bold?”

“Yeah, great. Like I need extra anxiety, Nora, when I try to perform tonight.”

I was driving us in Mom’s car, which had an automatic shift. So my right hand was free to grasp his thigh, reassuringly (I hoped). “Paul, you are going to be just fine. Remember, I’ve seen you straining the seams of those ghastly orange trunks. I promise you, we are going to have an exceptional time tonight. And hundreds of nights afterwards, I sincerely hope.”

“The restaurant is just ahead on our right. We are going to need stamina, so let’s enjoy our meals without any anxiety. One other thing you need to know. My periods are very regular, and I’m about three days prior to the first red-dot day on my calendar. That means, we won’t have to use rubbers. Every inch of you is going to feel enveloped and caressed by my wet slippery pussy.”

“Oh, Nora, that McDonald’s on the left has a drive-through. Do we really need to go sit in a restaurant for an hour or more?”

“Easy, wild man. Good things come, and I emphasize come, to those who wait. Let’s have some real food.”

Ninety minutes later, Paul was standing in our hotel room, nervous but excited, his shoes already kicked away. I started with his shirt buttons, unbuttoning from the top, one, two, three, four, five. Exposing his chest, I kissed my way down towards his belt buckle, next to be unfastened. Shirt off, belt unfastened, time for his zipper.

Both of us were flushed; my heart was thumping. I slipped my hands under his waistband and slipped his pants down to puddle over his feet. I felt a light tap on my head; his cock, already hard, had fallen out through the gape in his boxers. I had to smile, looking up at his face.

I guess Paul was already too excited to be anxious. Without hesitation, I wrapped my lips around his cockhead and gave him a few licks and sucks. While still watching his face I saw him gesture for me to stop.

“I want to keep my self-control. Here, let me,” he said. He was carefully pulling the boxers away from his belly far enough to clear his awesome cock. Then he stepped clear of his shorts and pants, and spun me around. When my long dress was unzipped, I carefully draped it over the back of a side chair, then removed my shoes, stockings, and lace panties.