Rendezvous

by Katherine-T
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Early afternoon. Not too crowded in the lobby. As they walk
together, Pauly is wondering if this is real or something she has
conjured up in her head. Clara is certainly real, prettier than
the photo she sent, more exciting in three dimensions.
Curvaceous. Smiling. The eyes bright and seeming happy. But the
uncertainty must be there, a mirror of Pauly's own uncertainty.
Two lives on a sudden new course, even if only for a weekend.

Or longer. Only for a weekend? Pauly hungers for it to be more
than that, but Clara seems disinterested. A lark, Clara said.
They'd have a lark and that's all. She wants no dangers in her
life.

Pauly wants more. She's tired of evenings and nights and mornings
alone. Nothing but the walls and a half-dead cat to watch her
pleasure herself. She's tired of lying alone in the dark and
listening to the traffic outside. She's tired of unrealized
fantasies. 

As they stand at the elevator, each holding a small suitcase,
Pauly looks down at Clara's legs. Heels and stockings. Clara
hinted she would in a letter last week. She's a sexual woman.
Their eyes meet. Clara smiles. Pauly smiles back. They haven't
talked much. They'll have all the time they need to talk. These
moments, for Pauly at least, are becoming more and more intense.
The sexual tension is palpable. But she's determined to be
restrained. She wants each moment to be electric. She's
determined to somehow change the beat of time, extend each moment
until the anticipation of the next moment becomes unbearable.

Finally, the elevator arrives. Clara enters before Pauly and
Pauly looks at Clara's round hips, her full calves, her ankles,
the high heels. The door slides shut and they are alone for the
first time. They look at each other and smile. Then a kiss. Pauly
kisses Clara's forehead first, then her lips. A tender kiss. Then
Pauly pulls back. "Let me touch you," she says.

Clara frowns, seems uncertain.

"No, just this," Pauly says. She gently rubs the back of her hand
across the curve of Clara's left breast. Just that. Hardly
pressing the full breast through Clara's jacket and blouse. Clara
blushes.

Pauly wants to kiss her again, but the elevator door suddenly
opens and it's their floor. They exit the elevator and hold hands
as they walk down the long corridor to their room. In a few
moments they are inside, the door closed, their bags on the
floor, their arms around each other for the first real contact,
mouth against mouth, the kiss consuming them, lasting, a brief
respite, then another kiss. It's marvelous. Clara's mouth has a
sweet taste. The scent of her hair, her perfume, excites Pauly.
She wants to caress Clara, stroke her breasts, but she does
nothing. Not yet. They separate and start chattering about the
room, the weather, their plans for the weekend. And during it all
the sexual tension between them is like a stretched rubber band
about to snap.

                          *     *     *

A few minutes later, while alone in the bathroom, Pauly thinks of
leading Clara out of the room, taking her to a coffee shop
somewhere, anything to allow enough time to calm down, calm them
both down. Or maybe the point would be to extend this maddening
tension, a tension with its own delicious effect. Will the sexual
actuality be as intense as this anticipation of it? But when
Pauly returns to the room and finds Clara standing at the window,
any thought of leaving at this moment seems impossible, even
absurd. They are here. They are here in this room alone, together
alone for the very first time after all the weeks of longing, and
it seems absurd to abandon the moment without something, some
action, some contact, something. What should it be?

Clara has large breasts. She told Pauly she has large breasts and
the proof is certainly evident. As they kiss, Pauly slowly
unbutton Clara's jacket. Clara stiffens a moment, but then she
relaxes again. Pauly pulls her mouth away and their eyes lock as
Pauly slowly slides both hands over Clara's breasts and covers as
much of them as a she can with her palms, gently caressing them
through Clara's blouse and bra. Clara's face is flushed. This is
their first real physical intimacy. Still holding Clara's
breasts, Pauly says, "We have a choice."

"Yes?"

"We can choose to continue teasing each other, even leave this
room awhile, or stop the teasing and mess up the bed before
dinner. Which would you like?"

"I don't know. How about you?"

"I think we ought to compromise."

Clara smiles. "Compromise? How do we do that?"

"Just a few moments of compromise. If you sit in that easy chair
and pull up your skirt, I'd like to run my tongue over you."

Clara blushes. "You want to make me crazy. You're mad."

"Yes, mad for you."

Clara blushes again and smiles. "All right, have your way with
me." She walks to the easy chair and she sits down.

Pauly follows and drops to her knees before Clara. Pauly helps
Clara with her skirt, helps her get it up past her thighs, past
the tops of her stockings. Pauly is astounded to find Clara is
without panties, and when she looks up at Clara's face, Clara
smiles down at her. "Why not?" Clara says. "I have as much right
as you do to be a little crazy."

                          *     *     *

Clara shows herself to Pauly. Seated there in the chair, still
dressed, her legs open, her hands at her mons, her cunt exposed
to Pauly's eyes, Clara looks down at Pauly and says nothing.

Pauly gazes at the cunt. Lush. Wet. She wants it.

Unable to remain passive any longer, Pauly touches Clara's
ankles, then slowly runs her hands up Clara's stocking-clad legs
and down the insides of her thighs, beyond the tops of her
stockings to her groin. Their hands meet, their eyes meet, and
then Clara pulls her hands away from her belly and leaves the
field to Pauly.

With a gentle tug at Clara's waist, Pauly urges Clara to slide
forward on the seat of the chair and then pull her knees even
further back. Now Clara is completely exposed, everything
visible, her thighs flexed, her legs dangling over the arms of
the chair, a faint blush in her face.

Pauly leans forward to sniff her first, to get Clara's scent, to
get the musk of Clara's sex in her nose. Pauly is thankful Clara
hasn't yet washed away the hours on the train, the arrival at the
hotel, the natural scents and faint perfume that now make Clara
so alluring to her. Pauly sniffs at the top of Clara's sex and
then lower down, her nose barely touching her. Clara's cunt is
wet, the lips gaping. Her clitoris remains covered by its hood,
but the flesh around it looks engorged.

Finally, Pauly starts licking her, the insides of Clara's thighs
first, wet licking near Clara's sex, then lightly over the outer
lips, then down again, lower down to the perineum, the sparse
hairs around Clara's anus, then back again to the slit of Clara's
sex and up to the hood of Clara's clitoris. Fluttering touches of
Pauly's tongue. Then Pauly moves her face in, presses her open
mouth against Clara's cunt, a light grazing at first, then more
pressure, grinding a bit, then sucking all of Clara's cunt into
her mouth, the flaps of Clara's labia sucked in between Pauly's
teeth, Pauly's tongue extends to scour the opening of Clara's
vagina.

Pauly's nose is pressed against Clara's clitoris, and as Pauly
moves her face in all directions, her nose rubs Clara's clitoris,
massages the bud in its hood. Then down to the vaginal opening
again, Pauly's mouth on it, her tongue scooping the fluids,
mixing Clara's juices with her saliva, sucking and swallowing,
sucking and swallowing. Now Pauly's nose slides inside the mouth
of Clara's sex to get the full scent of Clara's cunt, Pauly's
face rotating so that her nose widens the opening, pushes in,
pulls out, pushes in again. And while Pauly's nose does this, her
tongue extends its full length to reach down to flutter against
Clara's anus, slide over it, tickle it, the tip of Pauly's tongue
sensing the ring of the sphincter, caressing it, tapping against
it.

When Clara groans and pulls at Pauly's hair, Pauly withdraws her
nose from the vaginal opening and rubs the wet tip of her nose
against Clara's clitoris, against the hood, pushing the hood back
with her nose to expose the little nub. Finally she sucks the
protuberance of swollen flesh into her mouth, fastens her lips on
it and tugs at it as she presses her mouth and chin more
forcefully into Clara's crotch and vigorously shakes her face to
bring Clara to orgasm.

As Clara cries out, her thighs trembling, Pauly keeps her mouth
locked on Clara's sex, her lips sucking hard at Clara's clitoris,
two fingers now sliding into Clara's pulsing vagina to feel her
contractions. Finally, as Clara's spasms lessen, Pauly moves her
tongue to Clara's urethra, probes it to get some of the brine
that has come to the opening during Clara's climax. Pauly sucks
at it, adds it to the mix already in her mouth, and then she
kisses Clara's sex one last time before pulling her wet face away
from Clara's thighs.

                          *     *     *

Later. The airconditioner has been turned off and the room is now
a warm sanctum. Clara is on the bed on all fours, her head and
shoulders down, her ass in the air.

Having a lover this way always arouses Pauly to a fever of lust.
Clara's upraised ass and cunt are a continent to be explored, the
dark hair in the divide making the crack look deep and earthy.
Pauly could bury her face in it for an hour, but she knows Clara
wants to be fucked, to feel the cock inside her, so Pauly
prepares for it.

Pauly's strap-on bobs with impatience, the shaft glistening with
lubricating jelly. Pauly grasps the cock at the base and moves
forward. She bends the cock to rub the head down below at Clara's
clitoris, rubbing the outside of Clara's sex lightly, then with
more force to open the outer lips, then the protruding inner
lips, the wet groove, up from Clara's clitoris to the mouth of
her vagina, rubbing up and down without penetrating her yet.
Pauly can see Clara's juices gathered in the opening, opalescent
liquids at the rim and inside. Pauly wets the tip of the cock
there, then rotates the head around and around, just at the
opening, widening the open mouth of Clara's cunt.

Finally it's time. Pauly pushes forward just a bit to get the
head inside, stretching Clara as Clara groans. Then Pauly pushes
forward again slowly, and when it's obvious that Clara is
drenched inside and ready, Pauly pushes forward again and give
Clara all of it in one long stroke until Pauly's belly presses
against Clara's ass.

Clara groans. Pauly remembers Clara's words about the dullness of
sex with Clara's husband. Pauly wants it to be marvelous for
Clara.

Pauly pulls out slowly, pumps back in again, then grasps Clara's
hips and starts the dance. Pauly feels in good form, unhurried,
her gaze on their connection, dildo and cunt doing their minuet,
the shaft of the cock slick with Clara's juices, Pauly's hands
roving over Clara's full buttocks as she continues thrusting. The
brown eye winks occasionally, usually when Pauly pulls back, a
secret communication since Pauly doubts Clara is aware of it.
It's not possible to look at Clara's anus now without wondering
if Clara has ever had a lover inside it, fingers, tongue, cock,
there's no way to tell. Clara's secrets are safe.

Pauly thinks she might come soon. The back end of the dildo has
been grinding against her clitoris and she can feel the rising
orgasm, the rising tension, her hips starting to jerk almost in
reflex. She could stop, calm down to prolong things, but she's
too needful of release. She continues thrusting, but with more
force now, slamming against Clara's ass with each stroke, the
flesh of Clara's buttocks jiggling with each impact, both of them
groaning as the end arrives. Clara suddenly comes, her body
shaking. Pauly keeps thrusting as she comes, pumping into Clara,
her hands gripping Clara's hips as they finish their orgasms.

                          *     *     *

Post orgasm, they call it. except since this is the beginning of
the next one, where's the line between post and pre? Pauly is now
on all fours and Clara is behind her. Pauly can feel Clara's face
pressing against her ass, Clara's tongue tickling her anus. Pauly
supposes Clara understands she'll get it back ten-fold later on.
But this is Clara's pleasure also, not only Pauly's, so Pauly
reaches back with her hands and she pulls her cheeks apart to
make herself more accessible.

Clara knows how to use her tongue, either from instinct or
experience. As she works it inside, she takes hold of Pauly's
cunt in a firm grip, tugs at the lips with her fingers, twists
them. Pauly feels her clitoris twitching in response.

Now Clara has her tongue out and she's merely licking Pauly's
ass, long licks at the ring of muscle.

Pauly thinks of the juices in Clara's cunt, the juices dripping
out of her. The way the lips looked so swollen when Pauly pulled
out at the finish. Clara's marvelous cunt. Pauly could lose
herself in it. She'd like to stick her head up there and nuzzle
Clara's cervix with her nose. She wonders if Clara ever uses a
vibrator. She hasn't mentioned it, but Pauly is wondering. She
would make Clara come with it until Clara's eyes rolled up. Use a
big Hitachi Magic Wand on Clara's clit until Clara was on a
cloud. Suck her afterwards, suck the juices out of her, suck her
clitoris until it doubled its size.

Clara pulls her mouth away. "Maybe you want something bigger in
there," she says. Is that her fingertip now rubbing Pauly's anus?

Pauly chuckles. "I think you're trying to take advantage of me."

She feels Clara's finger now. Clara gets her fingertip inside,
screws it around, pushes in some more, pulls it out, then all the
way inside again. Then another finger, and this time the
stretched feeling is more intense.

And unexpected. Pauly had no idea Clara would want this. What a
crazy surprise. Hot Clara. Never an inkling her in letters that
she liked anal love so much. Pauly backs up and gets on her knees
again while Clara has her fingers inside. Pauly spreads her legs,
keeps her head and shoulders down and offers her ass. "Stroke my
cunt," Pauly says. "Stroke it while you fuck my ass."

                          *     *     *

Later Clara wants the cock in her mouth. Also unexpected. Or is
it expected because Clara is married, has a husband, a flesh and
blood cock in the house? When Pauly looks back under her body,
she can see the cock in Clara's mouth, Clara's lips covering the
tip. Pauly dips her hips down gently, slide more of the cock into
Clara's mouth, then withdraws, then pushes down again, slowly
fucking Clara's mouth.

But the angle is wrong and Pauly is afraid to hurt her. Pauly
pull out completely, rolls away and tells Clara to sit up on the
edge of the bed. When Clara does this, Pauly leaves the bed to
stand between Clara's legs. Pauly takes hold of the cock, and
when she rubs the tip across Clara's lips, Clara immediately
opens her mouth to accept it. Pauly slides the cock forward, cups
her hands on each side of Clara's face and starts fucking Clara's
mouth with a slow but persistent rhythm.

Pauly gazes down at Clara, at Clara's lovely red lips stretched
by the thickness of the sliding shaft, at her round shoulders, at
the swells of her heavy breasts, at her thighs and legs in the
stockings. Clara's eyes are closed as if she's concentrating on
the feel of the cock fucking her mouth, the tip sliding back and
forth over her tongue.

"Open your legs," Pauly say quietly. "Play with yourself. Give
yourself pleasure while I do this."

Clara opens her eyes and looks at Pauly, then she does it. She
moves her legs apart and she slides her right hand between her
thighs to find her clitoris. She begins pleasuring herself as
Pauly continues to gently piston the cock in and out of Clara's
open mouth. Pauly watches Clara's fingers, watches the way Clara
works her clitoris with fingers glistening with her juices.

Pauly is thinking about the previous fucking, thinking about how
glorious it was, how lucky they are, how exciting it was to see
how much Clara enjoyed it. And then afterward Clara's evident
pleasure while fucking Pauly with her tongue and fingers was a
delight, intensely exciting and liberating. Pauly decides that
later she will suggest that Clara use the strap-on dildo. Pauly
wants it. Why not? If Pauly can penetrate Clara, why can't Clara
penetrate Pauly and enjoy it as much Pauly enjoys doing it to
Clara? How wonderful it is to have someone with whom you can
share pleasures!

Did Clara enjoy it when Pauly sucked her? Clara said she did, but
Pauly wants more of it. She'd like to bathe in Clara's juices,
suck those lovely dangling lips until Clara moans, work Clara's
clitoris until Clara can't take any more.

Pauly watches Clara now, watches the slow sliding of the cock in
and out of Clara's mouth, Pauly's hips pumping steadily. She
watches Clara's flushed face, her closed eyes, her wet lips.
Clara takes it so well. Her fingers continue to work her
clitoris. Pauly thinks this kind of fucking is as pleasurable as
the other. Maybe even more so, since it's more exciting to see
the cock in Clara's mouth than in her vagina. Pauly is fucking
Clara's mouth, but she is also making love to it, stroking
slowly, sometimes deep, at other times just giving Clara the tip
of the cock and no more. The way Clara puckers her lips around
the tip of the cock is exciting.

Pauly peers down to gaze at Clara's cunt, Clara's full thighs
white above the tops of her stockings, the bush of dark hair,
Clara's wet fingers rubbing her clitoris.

Pauly has a hunger for Clara's body, Clara's breasts, Clara's
legs, Clara's ass. Pauly wants a relaxed interval that will allow
her to make love to Clara's ass as long as Pauly likes. Maybe
while Clara slowly masturbates. On her back with her knees pulled
up and her head raised by a pillow so she can watch Pauly's
tongue work the opening. Pauly wants Clara to be so free that she
feels no inhibitions about asking her, with a word or gesture, to
adore her ass when she wants it.

Pauly pulls the cock out of Clara's mouth, the tip of the cock
making a sucking sound as it leaves Clara's lips. Clara looks up
at Pauly, her face flushed.

"I must look like a whore," Clara says.

"You look beautiful."

"I don't like doing that to my husband, so why do I like doing it
to you?"

Pauly smiles. Maybe she'll have Clara for more than just a
weekend. She lifts the cock with her hand and she slides the tip
back into Clara's mouth.

End