Judith is late for an audition. She can't find her keys, a far too common event these days. As she strides through the house the black silk scarf she threw on at the last moment floats behind her, moving in the rippling current of air her long stride creates in her wake. The phone rings. It could be her agent. She stops her search long enough to grab the phone. It's a man's voice. There are no men working in the agency and for a moment she's annoyed at the distraction. But his voice is deep and interesting. He has a slight accent she can't place. He says, "I'm calling about the cottage you've advertised for rent. Is it still available?"
"Yes, but I'm running late for an appointment. Do you mind leaving your number with me? I'll call you back in a couple of hours."
"I'm staying at the Hilton. My room is number 325. My name is Scott Laphroaig."
"That'll be easy to remember. Spelled like the my favorite Scotch?"
"Yes."
"You have an interesting accent."
“Thank you. I look forward to your call. Nice to know you're not Mormon."
"Nice to know that pleases you. I'll call as soon as I can."
She finds her keys in the bottom of the purse she carried the day before along with a hundred dollar bill. This feels like a good omen. And as she's headed toward the front door she takes one final look in the full-length mirror. Her dark hair is cut in a perfect China doll bob. She is often told she looks like one famous actress or another, but today she is struck by the fact that she looks like Isabella Rossellini and this pleases her. This audition is for a small speaking part in a film scheduled to start shooting in a week. Kiefer Sutherland will be directing. Her agent said, "Wear red." This is a very unusual request for an audition. She's told she will need to look "upscale professional." She's wearing her scarlet Dior silk suit. The black silk scarf floats behind her and her high heels click on the hardwood floor as she goes to the door. She wears no jewelry. She turns and takes one last appraising look and then slams the door behind her.
The audition goes well and the gossip among the group of good-looking mature actresses is that the scene is with Rod Steiger. Now she's really interested in getting this role. Judith is the oldest actress in this group but does not look it. The young man who taped the audition told her as she was leaving that she looks and sounds like Ann Bancroft. She thanks him for the compliment. But in reality she knows from past experience that speaking parts seldom go to local talent if they're looking for a beauty.
When she gets home she strips off the silk suit and slips into a black cotton tank top and black linen pants. This is her summer version of pajamas. She's hungry and decides to fix an early supper of lamb chops, asparagus, and garlic mashed potatoes. As she's grilling the chops she hears the phone ring. She gets it on the third ring and it's that rich sexy slightly accented voice of Scott Laphroaig. She imagines a dark haired man in his mid-forties. “I’m sorry Scott, I was hungry and decided I had to eat before I called you back. I hope I haven’t inconvenienced you.”
“Not at all. I hope I haven’t interrupted your meal.”
“Well, I was just getting ready to eat, but can you come by in an hour or so?”
She gives him directions and then turns her attention to her meal. Judith moans with pleasure at the first bite of rare lamb. She dips an asparagus spear in mayonnaise and tilts her head back slightly to take the spear from her fingers to her tongue.
Scott Laphroaig is on time. And she was right about the dark hair, but he's younger than his voice sounds. Oddly this disappoints her. He’s tall and almost too handsome. He’s certainly not boyish, and for that she’s relieved and wonders why. She invites him in and leads him through the dining room and kitchen to the laundry room and into the large backyard. He scans the property and says, "Great yard!"
"It is lovely, isn't it? I've nearly killed myself planting bulbs and bricking pathways and patios. I enjoy the scent of tulips and fortunately they linger past their season in this yard because there's so much shade." She says this over her shoulder as she leads him toward the back of the property.
The cottage is nearly invisible and he knows before they get to the front door that it's perfect for him and he wants it. He wants this lovely woman as well. He can smell her as he walks behind her. He doesn't recognize the fragrance but it smells expensive and very female. It's warm and slightly spicy but very subtle. He wants to get closer but then he'd have to take his eyes off her ass as she strides to the cottage steps. She slips the key in the lock she says, "So why are you in Utah and how long will you be here?"
"I have a contract with NBC to work out the kinks in their sports feed. I'm setting up the computer system for the Winter Olympics. I have a copy of my contract and a guarantee from NBC for my living expenses. There are the numbers you can call to verify all this. I'll probably only be here for eight months or so. But I'll be a good tenant while I'm here. I'm also a massage therapist, so I'll probably stay through the games and work on athletes. Then I go where they send me."
"Sounds both interesting and a bit lonely. So where's home?"
"Oh Canada."
"Do you know anyone in Salt Lake? Friends here?"
"No. If you rent to me maybe you can introduce me to yours."
"Maybe."
The cottage is light and airy. Open windows have filled the space with the fragrance of spring flowers and pine. There are two porthole skylights in the pyramid shaped ceiling. The early evening sky is a deep periwinkle and the pale slice of a quarter moon makes the atmosphere inside the cottage feel enchanted. It's a perfect evening. "So, what do you think?"
"When can I move in?"
"As soon as I have a first, last and deposit."
He pulls out his glasses and his checkbook and writes a check for $2,500. Judith watches his hands as he scribbles out the check. He has beautiful, strong looking hands. His fingers are long; his nails are clipped and clean. He's wearing a wrinkled blue cotton long sleeved shirt; his sleeves are rolled up. His forearms are darkly tanned and sinewy. His jeans have nearly worn through at the crotch. She blushes when she feels his eyes on hers.
“Nice glasses.” She hopes this covers her embarrassment but feels heat creeping up from her chest.
"Thanks. Will you want to wait for the check to clear or can I move in tonight?"
"Tonight's fine. But do you have a bed?"
"I have a very comfortable, sturdy, oversized message table. I travel light but always have the message table with me. I'll probably buy a kitchen table and chair at a second hand store."
"My house is stuffed with furniture. I'm sure I can find what you need and I won't even miss it. Here are the keys. I'm meeting friends at the New Yorker for Martini's at 9:00. I've got to go get ready. I'll see you tomorrow and we'll find you a table and chair for your kitchen. Maybe a club chair, too."
He stands on the deck between two loblolly pines and watches her walk back up the brick path to the main house. Her hair gleams. She is long and lean yet her ass jiggles just enough to make her walk seem almost indecent. She has broad shoulders, a narrow back and walks with her pelvis rolled back tilting her hips forward. He thinks she’d probably enjoy a massage for that lower back pain. He calls out, "Let me know when you want a massage."
She turns and flashes him a wide smile and says, "How about tomorrow?"
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Judith
Judith's phone is ringing when she gets back inside the main house. It's June to tell her she'll be half an hour late picking Judith up. Good, that gives her a little extra time to get ready. She starts shedding clothes as she heads upstairs to the shower. When she strips off her thong she notices a little wet spot. She reaches down and slips her fingers into her pussy lips. She's wet and tumescent. She brings her fingers to her nose and smells the glistening dew on her fingertips
She's pink and glowing when she steps out of the tub and once dry, she rubs lotion on her body, puts on deodorant. She walks into her bedroom and takes a long assessing look at her naked body in the full-length mirror on the wall across from her big brass bed. She always thought her breasts were too heavy even when she was in her twenties and her feelings have not changed, but now big breasts are in fashion in her industry. Who knew when she started modeling at fifteen she'd still be working at fifty? It used to be true that models careers were over when they turned twenty-five. Now she's the most photographed and oft booked runway model in Salt Lake. And with the occasional acting or voice-over job she's the only working model without a second job or a rich husband to support her. She turns sideways and frowns at the slight mound of her belly, the glossy triangle of her pubic hair. She sucks in her stomach and rolls her shoulders back and down. Her friends accuse her of having a portrait of herself hidden in the house aging away while she remains youthful. She notices every crinkle at the corner of her eyes, the frown line between her brows that doesn't quiet disappear with makeup. She wonders if she should join the list of models scheduling plastic surgery for the slow season. But decides she’d best not mess with that which makes her so bookable for now, and that’s her age.
She pads barefoot and naked back into the bathroom to dry her hair. It takes minutes. Judith knows she’ll grow bored with this perfect haircut just when everyone else is taking it up. Her agent hates how often Judith changes hair color and cut. People book her expecting her to look exactly like her headshot, so she gets new headshots done often. Once her hair is dry she puts on a little make up and dresses in black linen trousers and a sleeveless deep v necked silk top. She slips on black sling back peep-toed high heels. She wears dangling amber and silver earrings that draw attention to the sharp angle of her jaw, her long and unlined neck. Then a couple of chunky silver bracelets and a large carnelian and silver ring worn on her middle finger. As she's putting her keys in her bag she hears a car door slam and thinking it's June, quickly goes downstairs and opens the front door only to find Scott getting things out of his rental car. He opens the trunk to take his portable message table out and stops to say, “You look lovely,” just as June drives up. Judith waves to June and says to Scott, "I hope you have a nice evening getting settled in. Enjoy your new place." He smiles at her, licks his lips and says, "I’m sure I will." She feels herself blush and hates how vulnerable that must make her appear. She’s never been the blushing type.
June has leaned over to open the passenger side door and get a better look at the man in Judith's driveway. When Judith slips into the seat beside her she says, "Who is the tall dark and handsome man in your driveway? And are you aware that you're blushing? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do that before."
"He's my new tenant."
"Lucky you."
"Yes. And he's a masseur."
"Why the hell do you have all the luck?"
"I'm old enough to be his mother."
"When did that ever stop you?"
"I think maybe last June when I turned fifty. But a convenient massage now and then might be lovely."
"Judith, I don't think there's a man alive who wouldn't fuck you in a heartbeat given the chance. So I don't think a convenient message is all that's going to happen."
"And that from the woman who's fucked every attractive man in town."
"I'm ten years your junior."
"Yes, you are, and ten times more fun than I am, too. I'll have to introduce you two. I'm sure you're just his type and much closer to his age."
Scott watches the two women drive off and wonders if all her female friends are beauties. God she looked good walking to her friend’s old Mercedes. Her legs look even longer than he first thought and on second look her ass does indeed jiggle just ever so slightly with every step she takes. She must not be wearing pantyhose. She’s probably wearing nothing more than a thong. He has to set the massage table down to open the gate and takes the opportunity to adjust himself. He strips to boxers when he gets inside the cottage because his cock feels crowded and is throbbing slightly. He notices a glistening drop and squeezes it and there is enough lubrication that he doesn't need anything else. He leans back against the door and gets himself off very quickly thinking about Judith's long legs wrapped around his waist as he cups her ass and holds her against the door. Jesus, this is good luck. Even if he never gets her in bed just looking is all it takes. She did blush when he complimented her.
Scott's lying on the message table looking at the stars through the skylights when he hears a car stop in the driveway. A door opens and slams and then the car drives off. Judith must be home. He looks at his watch; it's just past midnight.
The next morning when he's returning from The Coffee Garden about 10:00 he notices her in the kitchen window as she leaves the room with a coffee cup in her hand. She's wearing a short silky black robe and probably nothing else. An hour later when he's sitting in the sun on his deck, she comes out the back door of her house and calls out, "Scott, come look at this table. I think I have a few things you could use."
The table she wants him to see is on her patio out of sight of the cottage. It's a sturdy antique and very rustic. It looks like it belongs in a French farmhouse. She says, "It's small, but it's too heavy for me to carry. Come in and take a look at the odd assortment of chairs I have. I'll gladly trade you the use of my furniture for the occasional message." They find two kitchen chairs and an old red leather wingback that looks like it came straight from a men's club. She offers to help him carry things out, but he insists it will be no trouble for him to do it alone. She has on jeans and a white sleeveless T-shirt. Her arms are firm and toned. She holds the back screen door open for him as he carries the two kitchen chairs out, and as he passes her, his arm brushes against her breast. He sets the chairs down outside and turns to go get the wingback. As he passes her the second time he notices her nipples are erect. He hoists the wingback over his head and bends his knees to duck under the doorway on his way out again. He says, "I can get this now, thank you. Would a massage be in order this evening?"
"That would be lovely, thank you. What time?"
"It would be best if I give you your message before you eat dinner. Would 7:00 be too late for you?"
"That would be great. Thanks."
He arranges things. Spends some time on his computer setting up his workweek ahead. He takes a shower and changes into drawstring cotton pants and a T-shirt. He lights three scented candles and warms some message oil. At seven on the dot she knocks on his door. She's wearing the silky robe he saw her in that morning when he glimpsed her exiting her kitchen. She says, "Do you mind if I'm naked?"
"It beats the hell out of the alternatives."
She drops the robe without hesitation, and for a moment she's glowing in the evening light that shines from the skylights. He turns away to give her some privacy and she says, "Oh Christ, I have no modesty at all. Models don't have the luxury of modesty. We have to stand around in groups wearing little more than a thong at fittings. So how do you want me? Face up or face down?"
He thinks, ‘Let me count the ways,’ and says, "Face down."
She sits on the table, reclines and rolls over, adjusting her face in the opening of the headrest. He stands at the head of the table looking down the length of her prone body. It's the most perfectly proportioned body he's ever seen. His fingers touch her head and she moans slightly. She says, "Sorry. I love having my hair played with and my scalp massaged."
"Moaning is encouraged. That way I know I'm not rubbing you the wrong way." His fingers dive into her hair, expertly, slowly working her scalp and neck. Her skin is very warm; her hair is thick and silky. The texture and heat of her skin pleases his hands and eyes. As he moves his hands to her shoulders and then down her long back he leans into the top of her head with his hips.
Judith's eyes are closed. She is both relaxed and aroused. He smells like Irish Spring soap. A wafty music is playing softly from a source she hadn't noticed before as his hands work the muscles of her scalp, neck, and shoulders. He leans into the top of her head; she feels the heat of his body above her. His touch is confident, both soft and firm. His fingers expertly read her muscles as he works his way down her body. The knot of bunched muscles at her shoulders melts away; her arms are liquid in his hands. Her back relaxes as his fingers work the kinks out. And then he gets to her buttocks. Oh god was there ever a better feeling than this? She feels as if she's floating slightly above the table. Her flesh seems to rise to his touch. He kneads her butt muscles and then his hands lightly wrap around the back of her upper thighs and she feels his fingertips brush her pubic hair, then move down her legs. She feels a ping of desire.
Scott's seen a lot of athletic young female bodies. Hers isn't like the hard bodies of the athletes he's worked on. He guesses her to be in her forties. This is silky skin over firm muscle with just enough fat to make it feel like it's melting under his hands. She’s toned but soft. Even her feet are beautiful. He takes more time than he usually does. And after a long slow effleurage of her entire backside during which she groans with pleasure, he says, "Time to turn over." When she rolls over the first thing he notices is her erect pink nipples. This woman has never had a child. She has the breasts of a much younger woman. They're full, soft and fall slightly toward her sides almost flattening at the breastbone. He wants to cup them in his palms and has to resist the impulse to kiss her nipples. He starts with her head again. And when she moans this time he sees her eyes move under the dark lavender eyelids as if she's dreaming. There’s no tension or stress in her face. She has a sculptural bone structure with a strong, narrow, straight nose; her eyebrows are dark and finely arched. Her lips are full, well defined and slightly parted. He wants to lean over and kiss her. He has an erection and it’s almost painful. He wants to straddle her. He wants to palm her breasts and suck on her nipples. He wants to stroke her clit. He wants to enter her slowly just as she's climaxing. His hands glide down her sides from her armpits to her hips. All her flesh is responsive. Her waist is narrow and her hipbones are jutting. Her pubic mound is prominent and he sees a glistening drop of lubrication as he opens her legs slightly to wrap his hands around her upper thighs. She shudders with pleasure. The muscles of her ass flex and her hips rise slightly; her thighs roll outward even as her legs remain straight. He moves his palm just above her pubic hair and feels the heat of her. He bends over and spreads the outer lips of her vulva to see her swollen clit and she groans involuntarily and her cunt rises to meet his fingers. Very slowly he strokes her clitoris. Her neck arches, her mouth opens, and pleasure ripples through her whole body. He keeps his hand pressed firmly on her pudenda two fingers resting on either side of her clit as an orgasm slowly begins to build. Her eyes move beneath her darkening eyelids and he knows the expression of exquisite pain on her face is pure pleasure. Her hands clasp and unclasp and reach for the sides of the table. He moves back just an inch or two to let her just feel her own pleasure. As her orgasm is subsiding he moves his fingers again, very slowly and leans close to the table where her hand grips the edge. He takes her hand and rotates her wrist to place her palm on his cock. She makes no move to either pull away or grip. Her palm presses firmly as he increases the pressure of his fingers on her clit. Her moan is as shuddering as the deep long slow orgasm that rolls through her body. Her legs are straight and extended, rolled outward. Her face thrashes from side to side and she says, “Jesus! Ooohhh God! This is so wonderful. Will this table hold both of us by any chance? Or is that against the rules?”
“We are very far past the rules. And yes, absolutely, this table will hold us both.”
Now she watches him strip off his T-shirt and pants. Her face has a softness that he hadn't seen before. Her eyelids are a deep purple, her lips a bruised pink, her nipples are hard; the areolas are a puckered pale pink. He’s kneeling above her, sitting back gently on her upper thighs. His penis nudges her clit and then slips into her vaginal lips just slightly gently nudging where it's very hot and slippery, then out to glide across her clit again and again and again. Slowly, slowly. She comes again and this time she cries out, "Oh god, oh god, oh god" and he slowly enters her spasming cunt. She’s very snug and slippery. He pulls out just as another orgasm begins and watches her face as the shuddering rolls through her entire body. Then he thrusts deeply and she gasps. He gathers her into his arms. Their mouths come together. They are slick with sweat. He kisses her mouth, her neck, he licks between her breasts and kisses her on each nipple before he sucks gently on one and then the other. He is still inside her, and his sucking gently but insistently on her nipple makes her cunt spasm and grip him tightly. He slowly pulls out of her and she gasps again; he thrusts into her again. Her arms wrap around his neck and he pulls her up. She wraps her legs around his waist and he carries her to the nearest wall with his hands cupping her ass. He leans into her, his mouth on hers, their tongues explore each other's lips and mouth. She pulls her face away from his and her neck arches as she rides his cock. Her strong supple body moves with his as if they were one body and who knows which one is crying out and which one is moaning, laughing. She says, "Is this what's called a happy ending?"
"It's either a happy ending or a very happy beginning."
She's pink and glowing when she steps out of the tub and once dry, she rubs lotion on her body, puts on deodorant. She walks into her bedroom and takes a long assessing look at her naked body in the full-length mirror on the wall across from her big brass bed. She always thought her breasts were too heavy even when she was in her twenties and her feelings have not changed, but now big breasts are in fashion in her industry. Who knew when she started modeling at fifteen she'd still be working at fifty? It used to be true that models careers were over when they turned twenty-five. Now she's the most photographed and oft booked runway model in Salt Lake. And with the occasional acting or voice-over job she's the only working model without a second job or a rich husband to support her. She turns sideways and frowns at the slight mound of her belly, the glossy triangle of her pubic hair. She sucks in her stomach and rolls her shoulders back and down. Her friends accuse her of having a portrait of herself hidden in the house aging away while she remains youthful. She notices every crinkle at the corner of her eyes, the frown line between her brows that doesn't quiet disappear with makeup. She wonders if she should join the list of models scheduling plastic surgery for the slow season. But decides she’d best not mess with that which makes her so bookable for now, and that’s her age.
She pads barefoot and naked back into the bathroom to dry her hair. It takes minutes. Judith knows she’ll grow bored with this perfect haircut just when everyone else is taking it up. Her agent hates how often Judith changes hair color and cut. People book her expecting her to look exactly like her headshot, so she gets new headshots done often. Once her hair is dry she puts on a little make up and dresses in black linen trousers and a sleeveless deep v necked silk top. She slips on black sling back peep-toed high heels. She wears dangling amber and silver earrings that draw attention to the sharp angle of her jaw, her long and unlined neck. Then a couple of chunky silver bracelets and a large carnelian and silver ring worn on her middle finger. As she's putting her keys in her bag she hears a car door slam and thinking it's June, quickly goes downstairs and opens the front door only to find Scott getting things out of his rental car. He opens the trunk to take his portable message table out and stops to say, “You look lovely,” just as June drives up. Judith waves to June and says to Scott, "I hope you have a nice evening getting settled in. Enjoy your new place." He smiles at her, licks his lips and says, "I’m sure I will." She feels herself blush and hates how vulnerable that must make her appear. She’s never been the blushing type.
June has leaned over to open the passenger side door and get a better look at the man in Judith's driveway. When Judith slips into the seat beside her she says, "Who is the tall dark and handsome man in your driveway? And are you aware that you're blushing? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do that before."
"He's my new tenant."
"Lucky you."
"Yes. And he's a masseur."
"Why the hell do you have all the luck?"
"I'm old enough to be his mother."
"When did that ever stop you?"
"I think maybe last June when I turned fifty. But a convenient massage now and then might be lovely."
"Judith, I don't think there's a man alive who wouldn't fuck you in a heartbeat given the chance. So I don't think a convenient message is all that's going to happen."
"And that from the woman who's fucked every attractive man in town."
"I'm ten years your junior."
"Yes, you are, and ten times more fun than I am, too. I'll have to introduce you two. I'm sure you're just his type and much closer to his age."
Scott watches the two women drive off and wonders if all her female friends are beauties. God she looked good walking to her friend’s old Mercedes. Her legs look even longer than he first thought and on second look her ass does indeed jiggle just ever so slightly with every step she takes. She must not be wearing pantyhose. She’s probably wearing nothing more than a thong. He has to set the massage table down to open the gate and takes the opportunity to adjust himself. He strips to boxers when he gets inside the cottage because his cock feels crowded and is throbbing slightly. He notices a glistening drop and squeezes it and there is enough lubrication that he doesn't need anything else. He leans back against the door and gets himself off very quickly thinking about Judith's long legs wrapped around his waist as he cups her ass and holds her against the door. Jesus, this is good luck. Even if he never gets her in bed just looking is all it takes. She did blush when he complimented her.
Scott's lying on the message table looking at the stars through the skylights when he hears a car stop in the driveway. A door opens and slams and then the car drives off. Judith must be home. He looks at his watch; it's just past midnight.
The next morning when he's returning from The Coffee Garden about 10:00 he notices her in the kitchen window as she leaves the room with a coffee cup in her hand. She's wearing a short silky black robe and probably nothing else. An hour later when he's sitting in the sun on his deck, she comes out the back door of her house and calls out, "Scott, come look at this table. I think I have a few things you could use."
The table she wants him to see is on her patio out of sight of the cottage. It's a sturdy antique and very rustic. It looks like it belongs in a French farmhouse. She says, "It's small, but it's too heavy for me to carry. Come in and take a look at the odd assortment of chairs I have. I'll gladly trade you the use of my furniture for the occasional message." They find two kitchen chairs and an old red leather wingback that looks like it came straight from a men's club. She offers to help him carry things out, but he insists it will be no trouble for him to do it alone. She has on jeans and a white sleeveless T-shirt. Her arms are firm and toned. She holds the back screen door open for him as he carries the two kitchen chairs out, and as he passes her, his arm brushes against her breast. He sets the chairs down outside and turns to go get the wingback. As he passes her the second time he notices her nipples are erect. He hoists the wingback over his head and bends his knees to duck under the doorway on his way out again. He says, "I can get this now, thank you. Would a massage be in order this evening?"
"That would be lovely, thank you. What time?"
"It would be best if I give you your message before you eat dinner. Would 7:00 be too late for you?"
"That would be great. Thanks."
He arranges things. Spends some time on his computer setting up his workweek ahead. He takes a shower and changes into drawstring cotton pants and a T-shirt. He lights three scented candles and warms some message oil. At seven on the dot she knocks on his door. She's wearing the silky robe he saw her in that morning when he glimpsed her exiting her kitchen. She says, "Do you mind if I'm naked?"
"It beats the hell out of the alternatives."
She drops the robe without hesitation, and for a moment she's glowing in the evening light that shines from the skylights. He turns away to give her some privacy and she says, "Oh Christ, I have no modesty at all. Models don't have the luxury of modesty. We have to stand around in groups wearing little more than a thong at fittings. So how do you want me? Face up or face down?"
He thinks, ‘Let me count the ways,’ and says, "Face down."
She sits on the table, reclines and rolls over, adjusting her face in the opening of the headrest. He stands at the head of the table looking down the length of her prone body. It's the most perfectly proportioned body he's ever seen. His fingers touch her head and she moans slightly. She says, "Sorry. I love having my hair played with and my scalp massaged."
"Moaning is encouraged. That way I know I'm not rubbing you the wrong way." His fingers dive into her hair, expertly, slowly working her scalp and neck. Her skin is very warm; her hair is thick and silky. The texture and heat of her skin pleases his hands and eyes. As he moves his hands to her shoulders and then down her long back he leans into the top of her head with his hips.
Judith's eyes are closed. She is both relaxed and aroused. He smells like Irish Spring soap. A wafty music is playing softly from a source she hadn't noticed before as his hands work the muscles of her scalp, neck, and shoulders. He leans into the top of her head; she feels the heat of his body above her. His touch is confident, both soft and firm. His fingers expertly read her muscles as he works his way down her body. The knot of bunched muscles at her shoulders melts away; her arms are liquid in his hands. Her back relaxes as his fingers work the kinks out. And then he gets to her buttocks. Oh god was there ever a better feeling than this? She feels as if she's floating slightly above the table. Her flesh seems to rise to his touch. He kneads her butt muscles and then his hands lightly wrap around the back of her upper thighs and she feels his fingertips brush her pubic hair, then move down her legs. She feels a ping of desire.
Scott's seen a lot of athletic young female bodies. Hers isn't like the hard bodies of the athletes he's worked on. He guesses her to be in her forties. This is silky skin over firm muscle with just enough fat to make it feel like it's melting under his hands. She’s toned but soft. Even her feet are beautiful. He takes more time than he usually does. And after a long slow effleurage of her entire backside during which she groans with pleasure, he says, "Time to turn over." When she rolls over the first thing he notices is her erect pink nipples. This woman has never had a child. She has the breasts of a much younger woman. They're full, soft and fall slightly toward her sides almost flattening at the breastbone. He wants to cup them in his palms and has to resist the impulse to kiss her nipples. He starts with her head again. And when she moans this time he sees her eyes move under the dark lavender eyelids as if she's dreaming. There’s no tension or stress in her face. She has a sculptural bone structure with a strong, narrow, straight nose; her eyebrows are dark and finely arched. Her lips are full, well defined and slightly parted. He wants to lean over and kiss her. He has an erection and it’s almost painful. He wants to straddle her. He wants to palm her breasts and suck on her nipples. He wants to stroke her clit. He wants to enter her slowly just as she's climaxing. His hands glide down her sides from her armpits to her hips. All her flesh is responsive. Her waist is narrow and her hipbones are jutting. Her pubic mound is prominent and he sees a glistening drop of lubrication as he opens her legs slightly to wrap his hands around her upper thighs. She shudders with pleasure. The muscles of her ass flex and her hips rise slightly; her thighs roll outward even as her legs remain straight. He moves his palm just above her pubic hair and feels the heat of her. He bends over and spreads the outer lips of her vulva to see her swollen clit and she groans involuntarily and her cunt rises to meet his fingers. Very slowly he strokes her clitoris. Her neck arches, her mouth opens, and pleasure ripples through her whole body. He keeps his hand pressed firmly on her pudenda two fingers resting on either side of her clit as an orgasm slowly begins to build. Her eyes move beneath her darkening eyelids and he knows the expression of exquisite pain on her face is pure pleasure. Her hands clasp and unclasp and reach for the sides of the table. He moves back just an inch or two to let her just feel her own pleasure. As her orgasm is subsiding he moves his fingers again, very slowly and leans close to the table where her hand grips the edge. He takes her hand and rotates her wrist to place her palm on his cock. She makes no move to either pull away or grip. Her palm presses firmly as he increases the pressure of his fingers on her clit. Her moan is as shuddering as the deep long slow orgasm that rolls through her body. Her legs are straight and extended, rolled outward. Her face thrashes from side to side and she says, “Jesus! Ooohhh God! This is so wonderful. Will this table hold both of us by any chance? Or is that against the rules?”
“We are very far past the rules. And yes, absolutely, this table will hold us both.”
Now she watches him strip off his T-shirt and pants. Her face has a softness that he hadn't seen before. Her eyelids are a deep purple, her lips a bruised pink, her nipples are hard; the areolas are a puckered pale pink. He’s kneeling above her, sitting back gently on her upper thighs. His penis nudges her clit and then slips into her vaginal lips just slightly gently nudging where it's very hot and slippery, then out to glide across her clit again and again and again. Slowly, slowly. She comes again and this time she cries out, "Oh god, oh god, oh god" and he slowly enters her spasming cunt. She’s very snug and slippery. He pulls out just as another orgasm begins and watches her face as the shuddering rolls through her entire body. Then he thrusts deeply and she gasps. He gathers her into his arms. Their mouths come together. They are slick with sweat. He kisses her mouth, her neck, he licks between her breasts and kisses her on each nipple before he sucks gently on one and then the other. He is still inside her, and his sucking gently but insistently on her nipple makes her cunt spasm and grip him tightly. He slowly pulls out of her and she gasps again; he thrusts into her again. Her arms wrap around his neck and he pulls her up. She wraps her legs around his waist and he carries her to the nearest wall with his hands cupping her ass. He leans into her, his mouth on hers, their tongues explore each other's lips and mouth. She pulls her face away from his and her neck arches as she rides his cock. Her strong supple body moves with his as if they were one body and who knows which one is crying out and which one is moaning, laughing. She says, "Is this what's called a happy ending?"
"It's either a happy ending or a very happy beginning."
June
Judith is unable to stop thinking about Scott's hands, his mouth, his hips, the girth of his cock, the weight of his balls, the melting feeling in her inner thighs and the engorgement of her cunt every time she thinks about him. He smells right. She wants to steal a dirty T-shirt of his to hold to her face and drink in his lingering scent. She dreams of wild galloping horses.
Her agent calls to give her the news that she got the part in the scene with Rod Steiger on the movie that Kiefer Sutherland's directing. She has sides to pick up, and directions to the set in Park City. Her call time will be 5:00 AM on Wednesday. Another client booked her to do a real estate commercial that’s scheduled for the first week in June in Deer Valley. She has two shows for Dillards in between and hopes for her usual photo shoots for ZCMI. Thank god she'll be working. Maybe Nordstrom with schedule a show at the Country Club. They usually do in early June.
Judith and June pull into the agency parking lot at the same time from different directions and nearly have a head-on collision. June's putting mascara on and isn't paying attention. Judith's mind is swimming in lust and thinking of money, so she's distracted. She slams on her breaks and leans on the horn. June waves her mascara wand to Judith to proceed and passes behind Judith's Volvo to park her old Mercedes into a spot at the end of the row. They're both laughing when they get out of their cars June's putting her mascara away and says, "You know my excuse; what's yours?"
"I think I'm having a hormonal blip that's making me stupid. And I’m also worried about money."
"Uh oh, I knew it. Tall, dark and handsome will be your undoing. So how old is he?"
"Oh Christ, I don't know. I'm guessing he's somewhere between thirty and thirty-five."
"Why is it that you’re catnip to guys that age? What's up with that? You are poaching from my forest. Harvey Mason just separated from Marilyn. He's closer to your age and isn't paying you rent."
"Harvey Mason's a schmuck. And Marilyn's better off without him. Besides that breaks the cardinal rule: Marilyn's a girl friend and Harvey's still a schmuck."
"I haven't eaten lunch, are you free after we conduct our business here?"
"Sure. Are you doing the Keifer Sutherland film?"
"No, I'm auditioning for a VO job and picking up a check."
They enter the agency just as Stan Jackson, a short fat guy in his forties, is leaving; he bows and holds the door for them. He's a character actor who does a lot of voice-over work and he’s a notorious and unsuccessful lech. He says in his best approximation of insinuating oily suave, "Good afternoon my beauties."
There are six actresses sitting in the anteroom softly reading the VO script aloud, like the murmuring sounds of nuns doing the rosary. Two of the women look up and smile just as June says in a loud stage whisper, "Did you fuck him yet?" and one of them bursts out laughing and the other turns beet red. Judith whispers, "Nice going. I was going to ask you not to gossip about this."
They go to the taco stand on the west side of the Sears parking lot for two tacos each. The Mexican woman who owns this stand likes them because they tip well and they look good, so men pull in to get a better look and end up eating to comfort themselves when the tall pretty women don't notice all the drooling going on. It's like free advertising. It's like having a billboard.
Judith and June take their loaded tacos to the wall that rims the main lot and plant their butts on it. They don't talk as they eat. They devour their tacos like starving children. They moan with pleasure and roll their eyes. After licking their fingers and putting their greasy napkins in the garbage can, they perch on the wall to talk for a minute.
"So, did you fuck him yet or not?"
"Well, it's not like that… Umm... Mmm… I think he started it."
"Well, duh. Of course he started it. He looks like the sort of man who'd make the first move."
"Can we talk about something else?"
"No. Not until you spill your guts and give me details."
"Well, I loaned him some furniture and he offered me a massage."
"Straight forward. Quid pro quo. I like that. And then?"
Judith feels a blush bloom and shakes her head. "Every time I think about him I blush."
"I bet that's not all you do. You're squirming a little. Is your vulva talking to you?"
"No, but it's listening in."
"Keep talking, so far you've told me... nothing."
"He gives the world's best message."
"You mean he gives a happy ending!? Spread that around and women will line the block waiting for a massage from him. How much does he charge? I've never had a massage with a happy ending. Sign me up."
"Please don't spread that around. I don't want to walk into the next fitting and have a room full of half naked women tittering and giggling."
"I think you should have a little dinner party and introduce him to your nearest and dearest. I have an idea. I've got five tickets to the Joe Cocker concert. Let's invite him. We can all meet at your place and have a smoke and a cocktail before we go. We'll get him liquored up; see what happens."
"Okay, I'll invite him. When is it?"
When Judith gets home she changes into jeans and a tank top. Scott's rental car is in the driveway so she assumes he's home and decides to work in the front garden. But she needs a couple of tools from the shed that's behind the cottage. As she walks up the path to the cottage she sees him on the deck. He's wearing jeans and a work shirt with the sleeves rolled up and he's sitting in the sun on her only Adirondack chair. He has a book in his lap. "Good afternoon, Judith."
"Hi, I'm just going to get some gardening tools out of the shed. I didn't mean to disturb your sunbathing. Don't move. I'll be out of your hair in a second."
"Want some help? Nothing like a pair of extra hands to make the work go faster."
"I'm just going to dig dandelions and do a little raking. It’s not that fun. Read your book, enjoy the sun."
"I'm at a good stopping point in the book and I've had enough sun. I'm a mean dandelion digger."
"Okay, let's have at it."
They work side by side in the late afternoon sun and dappled shade of her front garden. One of the neighborhood kids keeps cruising past on his bike. The first time he calls out, "Hi Judith," and she waves at him. After his fifth pass he pulls to the curb and says, "Who's he?"
"His name is Scott and he lives in the little house. Scott, this is Charlie, he lives over there and is one of my favorite kids."
"Hi Charlie."
"Hello Scott. Do you like it here?"
"It's turning out to be my favorite place."
"Judith's nice, huh?"
"Judith's wonderful. I guess you like her too?"
"Yep. I helped my dad paint her bike. Do you ride a bike?"
"I do. But I don't have it with me."
"Why not?"
"I didn't have room for it."
"You can borrow my dad's when he's at work. Do you work?"
"I do. But my job doesn't start for another week. I'm kind of on vacation."
While Scott and Charlie are chatting like old friends, Judith goes back to digging up dandelions as she listens to them. When Charlie finally peddles off, Judith says, "That was charming and sweet."
"I just might be charming and sweet after all."
"Well good for you. I'm seldom charming and never sweet."
"That's not true. You've been charming and sweet to me. And Charlie’s sweet on you, so how bad can you be?"
"Well... Maybe you and Charlie are the rare exceptions. Some of my girlfriends are going to the Joe Cocker concert next weekend. They've requested the pleasure of you company. And they know nothing, though they think they do. So you can pretty much take anything they say as either a come-on or gossipy prying. And despite all that, they're the fun ones. I'm the difficult one."
"Sometimes difficult is far more rewarding in the long run than just fun."
"There can't really be a "long run" here, now can there?"
"You have a phone don't you? You travel for work now and then don't you? Well, so do I. I'll find you a great computer and we can talk as much as we want. I'm willing to bet I'll be able to make you orgasm with words alone. Just a few heartfelt words about your body and what my body wants to do with your body."
She’s blushing again and it makes her furious. Her body is telegraphing what she’d just as soon keep to herself. "I think it's time to quit pulling dandelions. My hands are getting hot and sweaty. And I'm suddenly famished. How about you?"
"Definitely hot. Yes. Famished."
Her agent calls to give her the news that she got the part in the scene with Rod Steiger on the movie that Kiefer Sutherland's directing. She has sides to pick up, and directions to the set in Park City. Her call time will be 5:00 AM on Wednesday. Another client booked her to do a real estate commercial that’s scheduled for the first week in June in Deer Valley. She has two shows for Dillards in between and hopes for her usual photo shoots for ZCMI. Thank god she'll be working. Maybe Nordstrom with schedule a show at the Country Club. They usually do in early June.
Judith and June pull into the agency parking lot at the same time from different directions and nearly have a head-on collision. June's putting mascara on and isn't paying attention. Judith's mind is swimming in lust and thinking of money, so she's distracted. She slams on her breaks and leans on the horn. June waves her mascara wand to Judith to proceed and passes behind Judith's Volvo to park her old Mercedes into a spot at the end of the row. They're both laughing when they get out of their cars June's putting her mascara away and says, "You know my excuse; what's yours?"
"I think I'm having a hormonal blip that's making me stupid. And I’m also worried about money."
"Uh oh, I knew it. Tall, dark and handsome will be your undoing. So how old is he?"
"Oh Christ, I don't know. I'm guessing he's somewhere between thirty and thirty-five."
"Why is it that you’re catnip to guys that age? What's up with that? You are poaching from my forest. Harvey Mason just separated from Marilyn. He's closer to your age and isn't paying you rent."
"Harvey Mason's a schmuck. And Marilyn's better off without him. Besides that breaks the cardinal rule: Marilyn's a girl friend and Harvey's still a schmuck."
"I haven't eaten lunch, are you free after we conduct our business here?"
"Sure. Are you doing the Keifer Sutherland film?"
"No, I'm auditioning for a VO job and picking up a check."
They enter the agency just as Stan Jackson, a short fat guy in his forties, is leaving; he bows and holds the door for them. He's a character actor who does a lot of voice-over work and he’s a notorious and unsuccessful lech. He says in his best approximation of insinuating oily suave, "Good afternoon my beauties."
There are six actresses sitting in the anteroom softly reading the VO script aloud, like the murmuring sounds of nuns doing the rosary. Two of the women look up and smile just as June says in a loud stage whisper, "Did you fuck him yet?" and one of them bursts out laughing and the other turns beet red. Judith whispers, "Nice going. I was going to ask you not to gossip about this."
They go to the taco stand on the west side of the Sears parking lot for two tacos each. The Mexican woman who owns this stand likes them because they tip well and they look good, so men pull in to get a better look and end up eating to comfort themselves when the tall pretty women don't notice all the drooling going on. It's like free advertising. It's like having a billboard.
Judith and June take their loaded tacos to the wall that rims the main lot and plant their butts on it. They don't talk as they eat. They devour their tacos like starving children. They moan with pleasure and roll their eyes. After licking their fingers and putting their greasy napkins in the garbage can, they perch on the wall to talk for a minute.
"So, did you fuck him yet or not?"
"Well, it's not like that… Umm... Mmm… I think he started it."
"Well, duh. Of course he started it. He looks like the sort of man who'd make the first move."
"Can we talk about something else?"
"No. Not until you spill your guts and give me details."
"Well, I loaned him some furniture and he offered me a massage."
"Straight forward. Quid pro quo. I like that. And then?"
Judith feels a blush bloom and shakes her head. "Every time I think about him I blush."
"I bet that's not all you do. You're squirming a little. Is your vulva talking to you?"
"No, but it's listening in."
"Keep talking, so far you've told me... nothing."
"He gives the world's best message."
"You mean he gives a happy ending!? Spread that around and women will line the block waiting for a massage from him. How much does he charge? I've never had a massage with a happy ending. Sign me up."
"Please don't spread that around. I don't want to walk into the next fitting and have a room full of half naked women tittering and giggling."
"I think you should have a little dinner party and introduce him to your nearest and dearest. I have an idea. I've got five tickets to the Joe Cocker concert. Let's invite him. We can all meet at your place and have a smoke and a cocktail before we go. We'll get him liquored up; see what happens."
"Okay, I'll invite him. When is it?"
When Judith gets home she changes into jeans and a tank top. Scott's rental car is in the driveway so she assumes he's home and decides to work in the front garden. But she needs a couple of tools from the shed that's behind the cottage. As she walks up the path to the cottage she sees him on the deck. He's wearing jeans and a work shirt with the sleeves rolled up and he's sitting in the sun on her only Adirondack chair. He has a book in his lap. "Good afternoon, Judith."
"Hi, I'm just going to get some gardening tools out of the shed. I didn't mean to disturb your sunbathing. Don't move. I'll be out of your hair in a second."
"Want some help? Nothing like a pair of extra hands to make the work go faster."
"I'm just going to dig dandelions and do a little raking. It’s not that fun. Read your book, enjoy the sun."
"I'm at a good stopping point in the book and I've had enough sun. I'm a mean dandelion digger."
"Okay, let's have at it."
They work side by side in the late afternoon sun and dappled shade of her front garden. One of the neighborhood kids keeps cruising past on his bike. The first time he calls out, "Hi Judith," and she waves at him. After his fifth pass he pulls to the curb and says, "Who's he?"
"His name is Scott and he lives in the little house. Scott, this is Charlie, he lives over there and is one of my favorite kids."
"Hi Charlie."
"Hello Scott. Do you like it here?"
"It's turning out to be my favorite place."
"Judith's nice, huh?"
"Judith's wonderful. I guess you like her too?"
"Yep. I helped my dad paint her bike. Do you ride a bike?"
"I do. But I don't have it with me."
"Why not?"
"I didn't have room for it."
"You can borrow my dad's when he's at work. Do you work?"
"I do. But my job doesn't start for another week. I'm kind of on vacation."
While Scott and Charlie are chatting like old friends, Judith goes back to digging up dandelions as she listens to them. When Charlie finally peddles off, Judith says, "That was charming and sweet."
"I just might be charming and sweet after all."
"Well good for you. I'm seldom charming and never sweet."
"That's not true. You've been charming and sweet to me. And Charlie’s sweet on you, so how bad can you be?"
"Well... Maybe you and Charlie are the rare exceptions. Some of my girlfriends are going to the Joe Cocker concert next weekend. They've requested the pleasure of you company. And they know nothing, though they think they do. So you can pretty much take anything they say as either a come-on or gossipy prying. And despite all that, they're the fun ones. I'm the difficult one."
"Sometimes difficult is far more rewarding in the long run than just fun."
"There can't really be a "long run" here, now can there?"
"You have a phone don't you? You travel for work now and then don't you? Well, so do I. I'll find you a great computer and we can talk as much as we want. I'm willing to bet I'll be able to make you orgasm with words alone. Just a few heartfelt words about your body and what my body wants to do with your body."
She’s blushing again and it makes her furious. Her body is telegraphing what she’d just as soon keep to herself. "I think it's time to quit pulling dandelions. My hands are getting hot and sweaty. And I'm suddenly famished. How about you?"
"Definitely hot. Yes. Famished."
Scott
Scott picks up the bucket of weeds and follows Judith to the garbage cans. She opens the green one and he empties the weed bucket's contents. The lid slaps shut and they look at each other. She isn't wearing any make-up. But every line and shadow only serves to make her face more interesting. She looks directly into his eyes. A smile lingers at the corners of her mouth. He sees her pupils dilate slightly, and a trickle of sweat slowly makes its way from her scalp down her jaw. He has the impulse to lean forward and lick it. Then she turns abruptly toward the gate. He says to her retreating back, "Is there a good Italian restaurant in the neighborhood?"
She stops and says, "I doubt there's one between New York and San Francisco."
"What do you do when you crave Italian food?"
"Make it myself. What are you craving?"
"Pasta and a salad."
"Any particular kind of pasta?
"Linguini with a clam sauce?"
"That's easily done. I won't even have to shop."
"You're kidding. You can whip that up with what you have on hand?"
"Yes I can."
"I need a shower, and then I'll help you."
"I can make this meal in twenty minutes. I really don't need any help. Go take your shower, I'll take mine, and in an hour we'll be clean and well fed. Let's eat on the patio."
Scott stands in his shower with his arms extended, leaning with his hands against the wall and into the spray. The water hits the top of his head and beats on his shoulders. His thighs are a little rubbery after the orgasm he just gave himself. He worries that his dick will betray his near obsession with Judith. She's like a throbbing bass line he can't get out of his head.
When he leaves his porch and turns to the main house he hears Shirley Horn playing softly in the lavender evening breeze. Candles flicker around the edges of the patio. As he gets closer he sees Judith swinging slowly in the hammock. The table is set and a bottle of white wine is open. Judith has a glass in one hand and when she hears him, she sits up and rolls off the hammock in a fluid graceful movement. She stands for a moment and looks at him. Then she says, "Still famished, I hope."
"Still famished."
She turns toward the back door; he moves back a few steps to open it for her. "Can I help you carry anything?"
"Yes, thank you." As she passes him he feels her body heat and smells her still damp clean hair. Her face is bare and he thinks she's even more beautiful without make up. "You're very beautiful, you know."
"Thank you. Would you grab one of those plates and bring it here?"
She stands in front of the stove and points to the table in the bay window. He picks up both plates and stands beside her. She takes one, and from a steaming pasta pot pulls a tong full of linguini; from a saucepan she spoons creamy fragrant clam sauce onto the pasta. She grabs a large salad bowl and a small bowl of freshly grated Parmigiano-Reggiano, and then leads them outside. He sets the plates on the patio table at each placemat and she sets the salad bowl between. They both reach for the back of her chair and she says, "Let's dispense with formality, shall we? You may be a gentleman, but I'm no lady. Dig in."
She moans with the first bite of pasta. She chews with her eyes closed for a moment and then says, "Sorry, I can't help it. I had a female roommate for a few days who after moving all her extensive shit into the house ate one meal with me and half way through said, 'I can't live with you. This will never work.' I was shocked. I said, 'What did I do?' She said, 'You make sexual noises when you eat.' And that was it. She was out in a day. I've heard it said men can't stand women with hearty appetites."
"I've heard it said, women who order dainty salads with no dressing and then pick at them aren't good in bed." She throws her head back and laughs.
She stops and says, "I doubt there's one between New York and San Francisco."
"What do you do when you crave Italian food?"
"Make it myself. What are you craving?"
"Pasta and a salad."
"Any particular kind of pasta?
"Linguini with a clam sauce?"
"That's easily done. I won't even have to shop."
"You're kidding. You can whip that up with what you have on hand?"
"Yes I can."
"I need a shower, and then I'll help you."
"I can make this meal in twenty minutes. I really don't need any help. Go take your shower, I'll take mine, and in an hour we'll be clean and well fed. Let's eat on the patio."
Scott stands in his shower with his arms extended, leaning with his hands against the wall and into the spray. The water hits the top of his head and beats on his shoulders. His thighs are a little rubbery after the orgasm he just gave himself. He worries that his dick will betray his near obsession with Judith. She's like a throbbing bass line he can't get out of his head.
When he leaves his porch and turns to the main house he hears Shirley Horn playing softly in the lavender evening breeze. Candles flicker around the edges of the patio. As he gets closer he sees Judith swinging slowly in the hammock. The table is set and a bottle of white wine is open. Judith has a glass in one hand and when she hears him, she sits up and rolls off the hammock in a fluid graceful movement. She stands for a moment and looks at him. Then she says, "Still famished, I hope."
"Still famished."
She turns toward the back door; he moves back a few steps to open it for her. "Can I help you carry anything?"
"Yes, thank you." As she passes him he feels her body heat and smells her still damp clean hair. Her face is bare and he thinks she's even more beautiful without make up. "You're very beautiful, you know."
"Thank you. Would you grab one of those plates and bring it here?"
She stands in front of the stove and points to the table in the bay window. He picks up both plates and stands beside her. She takes one, and from a steaming pasta pot pulls a tong full of linguini; from a saucepan she spoons creamy fragrant clam sauce onto the pasta. She grabs a large salad bowl and a small bowl of freshly grated Parmigiano-Reggiano, and then leads them outside. He sets the plates on the patio table at each placemat and she sets the salad bowl between. They both reach for the back of her chair and she says, "Let's dispense with formality, shall we? You may be a gentleman, but I'm no lady. Dig in."
She moans with the first bite of pasta. She chews with her eyes closed for a moment and then says, "Sorry, I can't help it. I had a female roommate for a few days who after moving all her extensive shit into the house ate one meal with me and half way through said, 'I can't live with you. This will never work.' I was shocked. I said, 'What did I do?' She said, 'You make sexual noises when you eat.' And that was it. She was out in a day. I've heard it said men can't stand women with hearty appetites."
"I've heard it said, women who order dainty salads with no dressing and then pick at them aren't good in bed." She throws her head back and laughs.
Lisa
Scott offers to wash the dishes and Judith takes him up on it. While he's washing them in her sink, she's putting leftovers away. She walks through the downstairs closing windows and pulling down the blinds. He dries and stacks the plates and she puts them away. There is a cozy domesticity to this easy clean up. It's only 9:30 and he'd like to stay but doesn't know quite how to ask. He asks her what her schedule is like for the coming week and she says, "I have a day working in Park City Wednesday. I have lines to learn. Well, that's not quite true. I've learned all three of my lines, but I need to nail down my cues. My scene is with Rod Steiger and I'm a little nervous to work with him. He's one of the great ones. Did you see On the Waterfront? The Pawnbroker?" Scott shakes his head no. "He won Oscars for those performances. Did you see In the Heat of the Night? Another Oscar. The man was a great actor. I hear he's not the easiest man to work with but who the fuck cares? He was in Doctor Zhivago. I'm thrilled to have even these three thin lines."
Scott says, "Can I help you work on your cues? Want to recite your lines for me?" She gives him a sidelong look and cocks one eyebrow. She says "Are you sure?" He says, "Yes." A slightly worried look drifts across her face and she says, "Of course I will. I'll do it now." Her expression is a bit off for their conversation but the words are plausible and she's making eye contact. She can tell he has no idea that these are her lines. Her face grows soft and she says, "Yes, I'll wait up for you." She turns to leave the room; she rounds the corner and starts up the stairs. He says "Do you want me to follow you?" She says, “Yes,” and her doorbell rings. He can't see her, but she says, "Shit!" as she turns around on the stairs and than heads for the front door.
Scott stays in the kitchen. Judith opens the door and says, "Lisa, I'm surprised to see you. I thought you were still in Las Vegas."
"I came back early. God it was boring. Can I come in and have a drink?"
"I have company." There’s silence for about a three beat count. Then Lisa says, "Anyone I know?"
"No. You haven't met him."
"Any reason you won't introduce me?"
"Might be he's naked in the kitchen."
"Oh good, I always wanted a naked man in my kitchen. Can I have a peek?"
Silence.
“Okay, you can have a peek, but then you have to go. I have lines to learn."
"What day are you shooting?"
"Wednesday."
"Well then you have plenty of time. I just want one peek and one drink."
"Oh Christ. Scott, put your clothes on; Lisa's coming in."
Scott is still seated at the kitchen table with his back to the bay window anticipating this new and interesting development. Lisa leads the way into the kitchen as the two come from the front door and through the dining room. He stands as she enters the kitchen. She stops just inside the threshold and puts her hands on her hips and says, "It appears Judith has been holding out on me. Hi, I'm just her very best friend, Lisa. And you are, Scott? How long have you two known each other?"
"Not long."
"That’s a bit vague. Would you mind making me a drink, Scott?"
Judith is behind Lisa, who blocks the door to the kitchen with her arms still akimbo. Scott guesses she is close to six feet tall. Like Judith, she has large breasts but he'd guess they aren't the real deal. Her shoulders are broad and her waist is narrow but her hips are a little too slim, which gives her the look of a very good female impersonator. She has shoulder length blond hair. He's guessing that her bush will not duplicate the color of the hair on her head, if she has any pubic hair. She looks the type to have it waxed. Her features are perfectly lovely but there is no real complexity in her face. It’s almost too perfect, too symmetrical. She looks a bit sloshed but she's steady on her feet. He says, "I'm sorry, Lisa, I don't know where the liquor is kept."
Lisa's eye's widen in surprise and she says, "She’s holding out on you. Just open the freezer door and pull out the Stoli. I'll take it neat in a rocks glass. Three fingers please."
"Lisa, he isn't the help. I'll get your drink."
"Must you always ruin my fantasies?" Lisa swishes over to Scott and plops herself down in a chair. He remains standing. She kicks off her shoes and stretches out her impossibly long legs. She has a tan and probably no tan line. She leans her upper body across the table and looks up at him. "Have a seat Scott, I don't bite."
"Don't believe that for a second. She does too bite."
Lisa gives her a wicked look and then turns her attention back to Scott. He sits down across the table from her. She stretches one arm across the table palm up and says, "Give me your hand. I want to read your palm." Judith places a glass in front of her. Lisa pulls her empty hand back and takes a gulp of ice cold vodka. She says, "How can you stand her, she's such a killjoy. Has she taken you to bed yet?"
"Lisa! For Christ sakes, you'll embarrass the man. I know you don't respect my privacy, but you just met him." Lisa’s eyes stay on Scott's face. She knows he'll either lie or tell the truth and either way it'll be interesting. “Do you work in the business?”
“Which business?”
“Are you an actor?”
“No. I’m a computer geek and I do massage therapy.”
Judith can see that this could get out of hand and wants to keep it from turning into a very strange three-way. She knows from past experience that a three-way with Lisa could get very messy, emotionally speaking. Lisa is always emotionally messy. She says to Scott, "I'm sorry, but Lisa’s probably staying the night. I hope you don't mind if we call it a day. We all probably have to begin the workweek with our wits about us, so... Lisa, stay where you are. I'll be right back." She walks Scott to the back door and mouths the words, "I'm sorry. I'll talk to you later in the week." She kisses him on the cheek and turns back to he kitchen.
"Why did you do that, you shit head?" Lisa is now slurring her words and sounds petulant. They both watch Scott's retreating back as he walks to the cottage.
"He just moved into the little house and I don't want to lose him as a tenant. I don't think it's all that smart to have sloppy three ways with the new guy. I don't want to scare him off. Why aren't you with your husband tonight? I thought you were in Las Vegas together?"
"He's boring. I left him there and I don't want to sleep alone. I hate that big house when nobody else is in it. It scares me."
"Okay, let's go upstairs. I'll fix you another drink and run you a bath. You're a bit gamey my dear."
"It's probably from the guy I met at the Mile High Club."
"Oh please, tell me you didn't."
"I was mad at Brent."
"Judith pours Lisa another drink and then leads the way upstairs. Lisa starts giggling for no reason and then sits down heavily on one step. Judith keeps going and begins a hot bubble bath for her drunken friend. She goes into the guest room and makes sure the bed in there has sheets on it. Then she goes back to Lisa, helps her up, and the two women stagger up the stairs clinging to each other.
Scott sits on his deck in the dark watching the lights in the main house, wondering about the relationship between the two women. He has the strong intuition that Lisa would have been delighted to make him the meat in the three-way sandwich ~ a position he'd love to be in. He sees the lights go on in the upstairs bathroom and then a bedroom light. He sees Judith come back into the kitchen. She stands there in the light for a moment, and then the downstairs goes dark.
Scott says, "Can I help you work on your cues? Want to recite your lines for me?" She gives him a sidelong look and cocks one eyebrow. She says "Are you sure?" He says, "Yes." A slightly worried look drifts across her face and she says, "Of course I will. I'll do it now." Her expression is a bit off for their conversation but the words are plausible and she's making eye contact. She can tell he has no idea that these are her lines. Her face grows soft and she says, "Yes, I'll wait up for you." She turns to leave the room; she rounds the corner and starts up the stairs. He says "Do you want me to follow you?" She says, “Yes,” and her doorbell rings. He can't see her, but she says, "Shit!" as she turns around on the stairs and than heads for the front door.
Scott stays in the kitchen. Judith opens the door and says, "Lisa, I'm surprised to see you. I thought you were still in Las Vegas."
"I came back early. God it was boring. Can I come in and have a drink?"
"I have company." There’s silence for about a three beat count. Then Lisa says, "Anyone I know?"
"No. You haven't met him."
"Any reason you won't introduce me?"
"Might be he's naked in the kitchen."
"Oh good, I always wanted a naked man in my kitchen. Can I have a peek?"
Silence.
“Okay, you can have a peek, but then you have to go. I have lines to learn."
"What day are you shooting?"
"Wednesday."
"Well then you have plenty of time. I just want one peek and one drink."
"Oh Christ. Scott, put your clothes on; Lisa's coming in."
Scott is still seated at the kitchen table with his back to the bay window anticipating this new and interesting development. Lisa leads the way into the kitchen as the two come from the front door and through the dining room. He stands as she enters the kitchen. She stops just inside the threshold and puts her hands on her hips and says, "It appears Judith has been holding out on me. Hi, I'm just her very best friend, Lisa. And you are, Scott? How long have you two known each other?"
"Not long."
"That’s a bit vague. Would you mind making me a drink, Scott?"
Judith is behind Lisa, who blocks the door to the kitchen with her arms still akimbo. Scott guesses she is close to six feet tall. Like Judith, she has large breasts but he'd guess they aren't the real deal. Her shoulders are broad and her waist is narrow but her hips are a little too slim, which gives her the look of a very good female impersonator. She has shoulder length blond hair. He's guessing that her bush will not duplicate the color of the hair on her head, if she has any pubic hair. She looks the type to have it waxed. Her features are perfectly lovely but there is no real complexity in her face. It’s almost too perfect, too symmetrical. She looks a bit sloshed but she's steady on her feet. He says, "I'm sorry, Lisa, I don't know where the liquor is kept."
Lisa's eye's widen in surprise and she says, "She’s holding out on you. Just open the freezer door and pull out the Stoli. I'll take it neat in a rocks glass. Three fingers please."
"Lisa, he isn't the help. I'll get your drink."
"Must you always ruin my fantasies?" Lisa swishes over to Scott and plops herself down in a chair. He remains standing. She kicks off her shoes and stretches out her impossibly long legs. She has a tan and probably no tan line. She leans her upper body across the table and looks up at him. "Have a seat Scott, I don't bite."
"Don't believe that for a second. She does too bite."
Lisa gives her a wicked look and then turns her attention back to Scott. He sits down across the table from her. She stretches one arm across the table palm up and says, "Give me your hand. I want to read your palm." Judith places a glass in front of her. Lisa pulls her empty hand back and takes a gulp of ice cold vodka. She says, "How can you stand her, she's such a killjoy. Has she taken you to bed yet?"
"Lisa! For Christ sakes, you'll embarrass the man. I know you don't respect my privacy, but you just met him." Lisa’s eyes stay on Scott's face. She knows he'll either lie or tell the truth and either way it'll be interesting. “Do you work in the business?”
“Which business?”
“Are you an actor?”
“No. I’m a computer geek and I do massage therapy.”
Judith can see that this could get out of hand and wants to keep it from turning into a very strange three-way. She knows from past experience that a three-way with Lisa could get very messy, emotionally speaking. Lisa is always emotionally messy. She says to Scott, "I'm sorry, but Lisa’s probably staying the night. I hope you don't mind if we call it a day. We all probably have to begin the workweek with our wits about us, so... Lisa, stay where you are. I'll be right back." She walks Scott to the back door and mouths the words, "I'm sorry. I'll talk to you later in the week." She kisses him on the cheek and turns back to he kitchen.
"Why did you do that, you shit head?" Lisa is now slurring her words and sounds petulant. They both watch Scott's retreating back as he walks to the cottage.
"He just moved into the little house and I don't want to lose him as a tenant. I don't think it's all that smart to have sloppy three ways with the new guy. I don't want to scare him off. Why aren't you with your husband tonight? I thought you were in Las Vegas together?"
"He's boring. I left him there and I don't want to sleep alone. I hate that big house when nobody else is in it. It scares me."
"Okay, let's go upstairs. I'll fix you another drink and run you a bath. You're a bit gamey my dear."
"It's probably from the guy I met at the Mile High Club."
"Oh please, tell me you didn't."
"I was mad at Brent."
"Judith pours Lisa another drink and then leads the way upstairs. Lisa starts giggling for no reason and then sits down heavily on one step. Judith keeps going and begins a hot bubble bath for her drunken friend. She goes into the guest room and makes sure the bed in there has sheets on it. Then she goes back to Lisa, helps her up, and the two women stagger up the stairs clinging to each other.
Scott sits on his deck in the dark watching the lights in the main house, wondering about the relationship between the two women. He has the strong intuition that Lisa would have been delighted to make him the meat in the three-way sandwich ~ a position he'd love to be in. He sees the lights go on in the upstairs bathroom and then a bedroom light. He sees Judith come back into the kitchen. She stands there in the light for a moment, and then the downstairs goes dark.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Lisa
Judith runs Lisa a hot bubble bath and then goes downstairs to get her a drink. Lisa strips off her jeans and white cotton shirt, and eases herself into the hot water. She groans as she leans back. Judith returns and hands the drink to Lisa them drops the lid on the toilet and sits down.
Lisa downs the three fingers of vodka, looks at Judith for a few seconds and says, “So, why didn’t we invite Scott to join us tonight? He looks like he might be fun to cuddle with.”
“He might be, but I just met him and he pays me rent. I need the money and I don’t want to scare the man.”
“If cuddling with us would scare him, he’s not much of a man.”
“Oh bullshit!”
“Why don’t you have a little party and introduce him to your friends?”
“My friends would eat him for dinner and not in the good way.”
“I’ve never known you to be protective of a man.”
“True, I’m not fond of most men. June invited him to join us for the Joe Cocker concert next weekend. I’m beginning to think it’s not such a good idea. We’re going to meet here before the show for a nosh and to smoke some pot and drink some booze. I’m worried the pot smoking will spook him."
“June’s met him?”
“No, she hasn’t actually met him. It’s odd to me that with all the handsome men you both know, and I mean know in the biblical sense, you both fixate on my new tenant.”
“You seem a little possessive. Are you smitten?”
“I like him. I think I’d rather be his friend than fuck him. It’s nice to have a man out there who’s both charming and smart.”
“Seems to me that you know him quite well to make that kind of assessment of him. How has he charmed you?”
“He helped me dig dandelions today, and when the boy down the street pulled up on his bicycle to meet the new guy on the block, Scott was very sweet to him. He ate dinner with me and washed the dishes. He just seems like a very nice man.”
Lisa submerges. Her hair fans out and waves in the rippling water like glistening golden seaweed. When she comes up for air her first words are “Would you get me a refill?”
“Not until you’re out of the tub.”
Lisa rolls toward Judith and lifts her left leg out of the water to rest it on the edge of the tub. Watery bubbles drip from her heel. “Honey, I’m too drunk to shave my legs; will you do it for me?”
“I’ve never shaved anybody’s legs but mine. I’d be terrified I’d cut you.”
“I trust you completely.” Lisa picks up the razor beside the tub and holds it out to Judith. “I need my back scrubbed too.”
“Oh shit, why do you talk me into things like this.”
“Because you love me.”
Judith takes the shaving jell from the back of the tub and rubs it into a lather between her hands. She gently lifts Lisa’s calf off the edge of the tub and gives it a thorough coating of jell. Very carefully she begins at the knee and slides the razors edge down the soft flesh to her ankle. After each stroke she rinses the blade. Lisa’s eyes close. She says, “You know I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do this. Don’t forget to shave my thighs.”
“I don’t shave mine. I’m always amazed the rest of you do.”
“Sadly we’re not all as lucky as you when it comes to body hair.”
“One of the few benefits of my Choctaw heritage.” She fills her palm with jell and smoothes it up to where the waterline hits the top of Lisa's thigh.. Lisa lifts the plug with her other foot and water begins to drain from the tub. “You didn’t get the jell high enough on my thigh. My legs go up to here.” She puts a hand over her hairless pussy. She looks disturbingly childlike naked in the tub with her hair slicked back and her eyes closed. Her body was so athletic looking until she had her breasts done. Judith can’t quite get used to them. Lisa sees her looking and says, “They gorgeous aren’t they?”
“They’re magnificent! Now let me finish shaving your legs.”
Lisa leans forward and watches as Judith gently but expertly works her way down her long thigh one stroke at a time. After each stroke she shakes the razor in the water and starts again. When she finishes with the left leg Lisa lies back and presents her right leg. This time Judith jells the entire leg and starts high on the inner thigh and keeps the blades contact with the skin down to the ankle. Lisa has long shapely legs, pretty anklebones, and lovely long narrow pedicured feet. She’s has rested her head on the back of the tub. She’s watching Judith’s face, wondering what she’s thinking. When Judith’s finished she sets the razor on the side of the tub and sits back on her heals. “Don’t forget my armpits.” Lisa raises her arms and clasps her wrists above her head. Judith rolls her eyes and reaches for the jell. She lathers both armpits and spreads the excess jell over Lisa’s breasts. She smooths the jell around each breast in circles. She traces the outline of her areola and rolls each nipple between two fingers. Her nipples are always erect now that she has implants. They’re large with dark areolas. Lisa watches her hands avidly and feels Judith’s eyes on her face. Judith holds her gaze for a moment and then focuses on the razor in her hand so close to Lisa’s breast. When Judith's finished shaving her armpits Lisa leans forward and says, “Will you wash all of me? Can I have the showerhead? Judith stands up and reaches for the shower attachment and pulls it out of its holder. She reaches down and turns on a warm spray and hands it to Lisa. Lisa adjusts the spray to pulse and rinses off her breasts. She wets her hair again. She hands Judith the shampoo and says, “Please?” While Judith is shampooing her head Lisa holds the pulsing spray of water on her clit Judith takes her time slowely lathering the blond shoulder lenght hair. Lisa's eyes are closed. She leans forward increasing the water pressure and shudders deeply.
After her bath, wrapped in a bath-sheet, Lisa turns toward Judith’s bedroom. She pads barefoot to Judith’s bed and flops down on it. She rolls toward the center unwinding from the huge towel. When Judith comes back upstairs with Lisa’s last drink she says, “No, not tonight. There are clean sheets in the other bedroom. Come on, I’ll tuck you in.” She holds the glass out and Lisa slowly gathers her long legs under her, and from a sitting position reaches for the glass. Judith takes a couple of steps back and turns toward the door. With the glass in her hand she leads the way to the bedroom across the hall from hers. Lisa sits on the edge of the bed for a moment until Judith disappears from sight, then she pushes herself up and follows, naked. Judith has placed the glass of vodka on the bedside table and is turning back the bedding when Lisa walks up behind her and leans on her. “Please sleep with me. I don’t want to be alone.”
“You’re not alone. I’ll be right across the hall. I want to sleep alone. I like to sleep alone. You know that about me. You should be very relaxed now. Have your nightcap and go to sleep.” She turns and leaves the room. On her way out she pulls the door gently shut behind her.
Sometime in the very early morning Judith wakes up but doesn’t open her eyes. There is a soft warm wet mouth on her pussy and hands are expertly, gently teasing her nipples. She tries not to move, tries to stay asleep as if it’s a dream. Hands cup her breasts and a hot tongue runs lazy firm wet circles around her clitoris. Lips close on her clit and suck it ever so gently and then the tongue does its lazy trip again. Fingers roll her nipples into hard nubs with just enough pressure to straddle the line between pleasure and pain. Then the hands slid down her body and wrap around her ass and lift her pelvis. The tongue rolls across the tip of her clit and then licks the sides to start another trip down her clit to flutter again there, just there where she can’t hold off the orgasm that’s inevitable and wanted. Two fingers slide into her cunt then into her anus and she comes in a shuddering crescendo with her eyes closed tight and her mouth open and gasping. Her arms are above her head tightly gripping the bars of her brass bed. She feels Lisa’s body lift off her own and hears Lisa pad to the bathroom. There is a quite rustling as Lisa dresses in her dirty jeans and rumpled white shirt. She carries her shoes downstairs so her bare feet make a soft slapping sound as she descends the stairs. On her way out she stops in the kitchen, opens the freezer door and pulls the Stoli bottle out. She takes a long pull from the bottle, and then holds the nearly empty bottle out to see how much is left. It isn’t much. She goes to the phone, calls a cab, and finds her big purse on the floor where she dropped it last night. She looks out at the cottage in the early dawn light. She takes another long pull on the bottle and wonders what Scott would do if she showed up to take care of his morning erection. She wonders if he sleeps naked. She takes another pull on the bottle and empties it. She opens the doors under the sink drops it in the garbage can there. She goes to the back door and stands outside looking at the cottage. There are no lights on. She wonders if he locks his door at night. Then she turns and goes back into the house to the front door and lets herself out to wait for her cab.
Lisa downs the three fingers of vodka, looks at Judith for a few seconds and says, “So, why didn’t we invite Scott to join us tonight? He looks like he might be fun to cuddle with.”
“He might be, but I just met him and he pays me rent. I need the money and I don’t want to scare the man.”
“If cuddling with us would scare him, he’s not much of a man.”
“Oh bullshit!”
“Why don’t you have a little party and introduce him to your friends?”
“My friends would eat him for dinner and not in the good way.”
“I’ve never known you to be protective of a man.”
“True, I’m not fond of most men. June invited him to join us for the Joe Cocker concert next weekend. I’m beginning to think it’s not such a good idea. We’re going to meet here before the show for a nosh and to smoke some pot and drink some booze. I’m worried the pot smoking will spook him."
“June’s met him?”
“No, she hasn’t actually met him. It’s odd to me that with all the handsome men you both know, and I mean know in the biblical sense, you both fixate on my new tenant.”
“You seem a little possessive. Are you smitten?”
“I like him. I think I’d rather be his friend than fuck him. It’s nice to have a man out there who’s both charming and smart.”
“Seems to me that you know him quite well to make that kind of assessment of him. How has he charmed you?”
“He helped me dig dandelions today, and when the boy down the street pulled up on his bicycle to meet the new guy on the block, Scott was very sweet to him. He ate dinner with me and washed the dishes. He just seems like a very nice man.”
Lisa submerges. Her hair fans out and waves in the rippling water like glistening golden seaweed. When she comes up for air her first words are “Would you get me a refill?”
“Not until you’re out of the tub.”
Lisa rolls toward Judith and lifts her left leg out of the water to rest it on the edge of the tub. Watery bubbles drip from her heel. “Honey, I’m too drunk to shave my legs; will you do it for me?”
“I’ve never shaved anybody’s legs but mine. I’d be terrified I’d cut you.”
“I trust you completely.” Lisa picks up the razor beside the tub and holds it out to Judith. “I need my back scrubbed too.”
“Oh shit, why do you talk me into things like this.”
“Because you love me.”
Judith takes the shaving jell from the back of the tub and rubs it into a lather between her hands. She gently lifts Lisa’s calf off the edge of the tub and gives it a thorough coating of jell. Very carefully she begins at the knee and slides the razors edge down the soft flesh to her ankle. After each stroke she rinses the blade. Lisa’s eyes close. She says, “You know I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do this. Don’t forget to shave my thighs.”
“I don’t shave mine. I’m always amazed the rest of you do.”
“Sadly we’re not all as lucky as you when it comes to body hair.”
“One of the few benefits of my Choctaw heritage.” She fills her palm with jell and smoothes it up to where the waterline hits the top of Lisa's thigh.. Lisa lifts the plug with her other foot and water begins to drain from the tub. “You didn’t get the jell high enough on my thigh. My legs go up to here.” She puts a hand over her hairless pussy. She looks disturbingly childlike naked in the tub with her hair slicked back and her eyes closed. Her body was so athletic looking until she had her breasts done. Judith can’t quite get used to them. Lisa sees her looking and says, “They gorgeous aren’t they?”
“They’re magnificent! Now let me finish shaving your legs.”
Lisa leans forward and watches as Judith gently but expertly works her way down her long thigh one stroke at a time. After each stroke she shakes the razor in the water and starts again. When she finishes with the left leg Lisa lies back and presents her right leg. This time Judith jells the entire leg and starts high on the inner thigh and keeps the blades contact with the skin down to the ankle. Lisa has long shapely legs, pretty anklebones, and lovely long narrow pedicured feet. She’s has rested her head on the back of the tub. She’s watching Judith’s face, wondering what she’s thinking. When Judith’s finished she sets the razor on the side of the tub and sits back on her heals. “Don’t forget my armpits.” Lisa raises her arms and clasps her wrists above her head. Judith rolls her eyes and reaches for the jell. She lathers both armpits and spreads the excess jell over Lisa’s breasts. She smooths the jell around each breast in circles. She traces the outline of her areola and rolls each nipple between two fingers. Her nipples are always erect now that she has implants. They’re large with dark areolas. Lisa watches her hands avidly and feels Judith’s eyes on her face. Judith holds her gaze for a moment and then focuses on the razor in her hand so close to Lisa’s breast. When Judith's finished shaving her armpits Lisa leans forward and says, “Will you wash all of me? Can I have the showerhead? Judith stands up and reaches for the shower attachment and pulls it out of its holder. She reaches down and turns on a warm spray and hands it to Lisa. Lisa adjusts the spray to pulse and rinses off her breasts. She wets her hair again. She hands Judith the shampoo and says, “Please?” While Judith is shampooing her head Lisa holds the pulsing spray of water on her clit Judith takes her time slowely lathering the blond shoulder lenght hair. Lisa's eyes are closed. She leans forward increasing the water pressure and shudders deeply.
After her bath, wrapped in a bath-sheet, Lisa turns toward Judith’s bedroom. She pads barefoot to Judith’s bed and flops down on it. She rolls toward the center unwinding from the huge towel. When Judith comes back upstairs with Lisa’s last drink she says, “No, not tonight. There are clean sheets in the other bedroom. Come on, I’ll tuck you in.” She holds the glass out and Lisa slowly gathers her long legs under her, and from a sitting position reaches for the glass. Judith takes a couple of steps back and turns toward the door. With the glass in her hand she leads the way to the bedroom across the hall from hers. Lisa sits on the edge of the bed for a moment until Judith disappears from sight, then she pushes herself up and follows, naked. Judith has placed the glass of vodka on the bedside table and is turning back the bedding when Lisa walks up behind her and leans on her. “Please sleep with me. I don’t want to be alone.”
“You’re not alone. I’ll be right across the hall. I want to sleep alone. I like to sleep alone. You know that about me. You should be very relaxed now. Have your nightcap and go to sleep.” She turns and leaves the room. On her way out she pulls the door gently shut behind her.
Sometime in the very early morning Judith wakes up but doesn’t open her eyes. There is a soft warm wet mouth on her pussy and hands are expertly, gently teasing her nipples. She tries not to move, tries to stay asleep as if it’s a dream. Hands cup her breasts and a hot tongue runs lazy firm wet circles around her clitoris. Lips close on her clit and suck it ever so gently and then the tongue does its lazy trip again. Fingers roll her nipples into hard nubs with just enough pressure to straddle the line between pleasure and pain. Then the hands slid down her body and wrap around her ass and lift her pelvis. The tongue rolls across the tip of her clit and then licks the sides to start another trip down her clit to flutter again there, just there where she can’t hold off the orgasm that’s inevitable and wanted. Two fingers slide into her cunt then into her anus and she comes in a shuddering crescendo with her eyes closed tight and her mouth open and gasping. Her arms are above her head tightly gripping the bars of her brass bed. She feels Lisa’s body lift off her own and hears Lisa pad to the bathroom. There is a quite rustling as Lisa dresses in her dirty jeans and rumpled white shirt. She carries her shoes downstairs so her bare feet make a soft slapping sound as she descends the stairs. On her way out she stops in the kitchen, opens the freezer door and pulls the Stoli bottle out. She takes a long pull from the bottle, and then holds the nearly empty bottle out to see how much is left. It isn’t much. She goes to the phone, calls a cab, and finds her big purse on the floor where she dropped it last night. She looks out at the cottage in the early dawn light. She takes another long pull on the bottle and wonders what Scott would do if she showed up to take care of his morning erection. She wonders if he sleeps naked. She takes another pull on the bottle and empties it. She opens the doors under the sink drops it in the garbage can there. She goes to the back door and stands outside looking at the cottage. There are no lights on. She wonders if he locks his door at night. Then she turns and goes back into the house to the front door and lets herself out to wait for her cab.
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