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Tales of the Golden Mule
(c) Copyright 1999 by artie@netgate.net
This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior
express written permission of the author.
A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are
not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then
again, if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you
should probably read something else. I welcome constructive
comments. Enjoy.
Tales of the Golden Mule - Miss Yellow
Part 2
The alarm sounded and Nancy turned it off. We held each
other softly, Nancy moving her head to my chest. I put my arms
around her and held her. After a while I felt the moisture of her
tears.
"Oh Bill, thank you; thank you."
I held her a little closer. "For what? I should thank you
for last night."
She pushed up on an elbow and looked at me. "No, no. For
years I've wanted to give pleasure like that. He never wanted it,
never accepted it. It was always his way. He always had to be in
control."
I pulled her head back to me again, holding her, rocking her
gently. "I still don't understand, but thank you, thank you so much."
We got up, showered, and had some breakfast. We loaded the
boxes of John's clothes into the Jeep, along with the ladder and some
empty boxes. We dug out the garage door opener that had been in
John's car and tested it. Surprise, it had survived the crash.
I hugged her close and said, "I'll see you back here for dinner."
She started crying and ran back into the house. I sighed and
got into the Jeep.
Traffic has a way of focusing you on the present. I arrived
at the "passion pit" in Sunnyvale earlier than I'd thought. The
traffic had felt horrible, but hadn't been that bad.
I took the ladder inside. I put on some music and went into
the bedroom. The attic access was in one of the closets. I set up
the ladder and poked my head into the attic. I looked around with
the flashlight I'd brought. Nothing but dust and construction
debris. Oh well.
I started in on the bed. The touch of the soft plush spread
sent shock waves through me. Memories of making love with Nancy on
that spread, Nancy in that fur coat on the futon, visions of Janet
tied to the bed writhing and moaning in ecstasy, all flooded me.
Before I knew it, I'd taken off my clothes and was wrapped up in the
spread and the pillows, humping blindly into the softness. As the
memory of Janet combined with the fragrance of stale perfume, I felt
myself coming. I was barely able to grab the tip of my cock and keep
from pumping into that soft, seductive spread.
I unraveled myself somehow and staggered to the bathroom,
letting my load fly into the sink. I felt a stinging sensation. I
looked and saw a suture end sticking out of my left nut; it looked as
if a knot had come undone. I sat on the toilet for a while until I
was able to pee, then got up and dressed again.
I stripped the bed, folding the spread and blanket, and
piling it and the pillows in the closet. That vision of Janet on the
bed came back to me again. God, how pleasant that must be. What I'd
experienced on the massage table, was it only a few days ago? That
had been so intense. Imagine what it would be like wrapped in fur,
or this spread, with Nancy on top of me, rocking, rocking, rocking....
I shook my head and laughed. Keep that up and I'll be
humping this pile again. I took the sheets, pillow cases, and
mattress cover and dumped them in the washing machine and starting it
going. I turned and felt a twinge as the suture end caught on the
fabric of my underwear. I sat down.
I picked up the phone and called Jill's office. She wasn't
in yet. I left word that I was at the Sunnyvale townhouse and needed
to talk to her as soon as possible. Her secretary expected her to be
in any time; she'd have her call.
She called a few minutes later. I asked her if she could
come over to talk, privately. She wanted to know what about. I told
her, "Nancy, John, me, I don't know."
She asked if forty-five minutes would be okay. I told her that would be fine.
About ten minutes later the doorbell rang. The delivery guys
were here with the new mattress and pillows. They asked if it went
on the second floor. I laughed and told them, "Of course." They
laughed along with me. I told them it would be a lot easier at the
house, and easier still at the beach house; this was the worst of the
bunch.
When I showed them upstairs and they took the old mattress,
they told me this wasn't bad. They brought up the new mattress,
special pad, and pillows a few minutes later. I signed the delivery
slip and gave them directions to the house; the way they were
planning to go was much longer than necessary. They thanked me and
left.
I'd found clean sheets, pillowcases, and such in a hall
closet. I piled those and the blanket, pillows, and spread on top of
the bed. I took the opportunity to rest my face in the softness of
the plush fabric. When I started thinking about now nice it would be
to wrap myself up in it, I put it down on the bed and went downstairs
laughing at myself.
I picked up the phone and called Nancy.
"Hello?" she said, not sounding that certain of herself.
"I miss you already. They're on their way; I gave them directions."
"I miss you too. Find anything?"
"Nope, attic was empty. But if you find my mind wandering
around somewhere over there, put it in a safe place for me, would
you? I seem to have lost it."
She laughed a little. "I'll do that. I still have to strip
our bed. I'll see you later."
"Yes, you will."
"Bye."
"Bye." I hung up the phone. Then I looked at the piece of
paper I was holding, and started laughing. What a weird world! The
delivery company was local, but the order had been placed through a
shop in Tahoe! We definitely needed to take a trip up there!
But the thought of going to Tahoe sent me spinning again.
Janet was dead. She'd run off with another man, a man almost twice
her age. She'd done things with him she'd never done with me. She
ran off with the bastard after getting me fixed, planning to divorce
me and have his baby. And I'd been thrown together with his ex-wife,
a woman who married a man more than twice his age, why? She was so
soft, so sensual. She certainly knew how to push my buttons. Why?
Was it the money, or something else? Why? She was so intent on
helping me. She worked hard to save me money on the car when I
didn't really care, it didn't matter. Why?
I got up and went to the kitchen, looking for a can of 7-Up
to get rid of the bile and uncertainty rising in me. I settled for
Schweppes Ginger Ale. It was pretty good, actually. I was on my
second sip when the doorbell rang again.
I answered the door. It was Jill. We shook hands and I
invited her in.
We sat at the kitchen table.
"Bill, what's wrong? What can we do?"
I smiled a little, and started off by showing her the
receipt, with the Tahoe store. She laughed a little at that, and
wanted a copy. We walked over to the little bedroom with the office
and I made a copy using the fax machine. We then faxed a copy to
Karen's office.
I flopped on the futon; she sat in the chair.
"So what's up? What can I tell you?"
"Jill, I'm confused. I don't know if the money is making me
paranoid or what. What can you tell me about John, about Nancy?"
Jill sighed. She'd known Nancy since their undergrad days
together at Santa Clara University, a very good private school in our
area. Janet had gone there as well. Nancy had always been a hard
worker, honest, and always wanting to help people, never a selfish
bone in her body. While Jill went on to Law School at Santa Clara,
Nancy continued studying to be a physical therapist, and became a
very good one. If she had any problems, it was caring too much for
her patients. Jill also told me that she met Duncan and Denise in
law school; they were classmates.
Jill lost contact with Nancy for a couple years; she knew
she'd gone to work for a well respected rehabilitation outfit. Then
she'd gotten a call from Nancy, needing her advice. Nancy had met a
wonderful man as a physical therapy and rehabilitation client. She
knew he was more than twice her age, but she loved him. He'd swept
her off her feet and wanted to get married. She agreed. Then he
told her they could live together for as long as she wanted, but if
they were to get married, she had to sign an agreement. He insisted
she find her own lawyer and have that lawyer explain it to her.
So, Nancy came to Jill with the prenuptial agreement. She
didn't know how much money John had until Jill told her. Jill also
told her, after doing some research, that John had been married for
twenty six years, had two grown children, and had been divorced three
years earlier. His ex-wife settled for what was rumored to be a
substantial sum, and promptly moved out of state. The press at the
time had strong murmurs of infidelity.
Nancy wouldn't have any of that. John said he loved her, and
she loved him. Jill explained that under the agreement, no matter
what happened, the most she would ever get would be ten thousand
dollars per month, adjusted annually for inflation, plus medical
insurance, for the rest of her life. That, and anything specifically
put in her name were hers.
Gee, I thought, a hundred twenty grand annually plus medical
coverage isn't bad. I could live quite nicely off that.
Jill smiled at me, but I could see the tear in her eye as she
recounted telling Nancy that once she signed, it wouldn't matter if
she came home and found him in bed with another woman, a twelve year
old boy, and a pygmy goat. She could be divorced at the drop of a
hat and that was all she'd ever get.
But Nancy was adamant; she was in love and had found the man
she wanted to please for the rest of her life. They had a small but
lavish wedding, with Jill as a bridesmaid.
We moved back to the kitchen so we could both get something
more to drink. I had another Ginger Ale; Jill had a Coke.
She continued the saga. John had made his first fortune in
the early semiconductor business, and then multiplied it through
shrewd investing, including real estate. Since his divorce, he'd
still been active in the valley, but was looked upon more as a
go-between or a match-maker than as a source of management or
investment expertise. She gave me a twisted smile as she told me
people said his mind seemed to be elsewhere these last few years, not
totally on the deals at hand.
I nodded and agreed; both his mind and other parts of him
were occupied elsewhere.
Then she put down her can and looked me in the eye.
"Bill, I know this is sudden, incredibly sudden for both of
you. I'm amazed at how the two of you fell together, and how well
you seem to fit, to get along. I know it's the best thing that could
have happened to Nancy. Right now, I think you're the only thing
holding her together. And I think I understand your fears and your
questions. I had them too when she married John. Why was she
marring this old goat, who had kids her age? For his money? No,
that wasn't it. She loved him. That's the kind of person she is.
And you don't have anything to worry about legally. She can't get
her hands on anything, unless you specifically, and in writing, give
it to her. Where the two of you go from here, I don't know. But
Bill, please, as a friend, I beg you. If you decide she's not right
for you, talk to me about it, so we can figure out how to break it to
her without hurting her even more."
I smiled through forming tears and reached over the table for
Jill's hand. She took mine.
"Jill, I don't want to hurt Nancy; I don't want to hurt
anyone." I sighed again. "She saved me a few thousand dollars at
the car dealership yesterday; that's the way I am. I wouldn't have
pushed as much as she did."
Jill gave me an intense look. "That's the way she is! She
didn't have to do that, the money doesn't matter to you, and it sure
doesn't matter to her, but she wants to help, she has to help. And
she's good at those things. Before John swept her off her feet,
she'd practically taken over the business she'd been with, and had
really turned them around. She is one very sharp cookie. That's one
of the things that saddened me about her relationship with John -- he
always had to be the boss, always in control, always running things.
She was always tagging along, there for decoration, amusement,
entertainment. She didn't see it that way, but I did."
I thought of what Nancy had told me this morning, and the
things she'd done. I shook my head.
Jill asked "What is it Bill?"
I looked at her. I had that feeling again, that feeling of
dread you get just before a sudden impact, that feeling of
helplessness.
"I don't know. ... I'm scared still, both for me and for
her. She's thrown herself at me, and I don't know why. The way she
holds me, the way she..."
"Bill, I think she's as scared as you are, maybe more so. I
don't think she's after your money. She doesn't need it for one, and
she also knows she can't get it. Financially, she's secure for the
rest of her life, and she knows that. When she came to see me a
couple weeks ago, she told me that, she told me she knew she was
secure financially, but she felt very insecure emotionally. Right
now you're both vulnerable, and both clinging on for dear life. As
to throwing herself at you.... I think she needs you, so she's
giving you the only thing she's got -- herself. She's a very
determined woman, Bill. She gets what she wants. And I think she
wants you. How do you feel about her?"
I sighed. "I don't know. Maybe I'm afraid to think about
it. She brings out feelings in me I never had with Janet, and not
just while making love. I want to protect her and keep her safe. I
don't want her hurt. But I don't know how to protect her from me."
"How could you hurt her?"
I shook my head. "I don't know. But if you'd asked me the
same question a few weeks ago about Janet.... She changed so much,
so quickly, and I didn't realize it."
"Are you talking to Nancy about the way you feel?"
I smiled a little. "I've talked more with her about the way
I feel than I ever did with Janet. I think she's done the same with
me."
Jill nodded. "Keep talking then, and take things one day at
a time, one hurdle at a time. You're going to change, both of you.
Keep talking and change together. And please keep talking to me.
And see that counselor, soon."
I sighed again and smiled. "Jill, thank you so much for your
wise counsel. One last question."
She smiled. "Yes?"
"What's her favorite flower?"
Jill laughed. "That's easy. Lavonda roses. They're a
lavender color, with a strong fragrance. They're her favorite. Want
to guess who never got her roses?"
I nodded. That would change. "How about food?"
Jill looked up in thought, her forehead wrinkling. "That's
tougher. She eats just about anything. She loves entertaining too,
putting on parties. Even if it's just for two."
I smiled and sighed. "Okay, thanks. I've got to get going.
I've got some boxes of dear old John's shit to drop off, then I'm
going to raid every florist in the valley, and figure out what I'm
going to fix her for dinner."
I stood and Jill gave me a hug. "Do something from your
heart, something you like. That's the key."
"Thanks again, counsel."
She laughed a little. "The more Karen and I dug up on John,
the less I thought of men. But between you and Duncan, I'm almost
willing to say I was wrong."
I laughed with her. We left the passion pit.
I stopped at the first florist I saw. It took me a while to
get someone's attention, and they didn't know what Lavonda roses
were. I left quickly. Next stop was dropping off John's clothes.
The gal taking donations recognized me, and thanked me for the very
nice clothing I'd brought in. I told her she'd be seeing more over
the next week or so.
Another florist got me two dozen Lavondas -- I wanted a lot
more. Sitting at a red light, I pulled out my cell phone and called
the florist I'd worked with for years. I like getting people
flowers. One of my habits as a manager was getting people flowers
for their wedding anniversaries, and on their kid's birthdays. I
figure the moms worked hard and deserved them.
I pulled into a parking area when the light turned green. I
recognized the gal that answered the phone. "Hi, Debbie -- This is
Bill Wilson. I need something special."
"Oh hi, Mister Wilson. What can we get for you?"
"I need Lavonda roses, and I need them this afternoon."
"I think we have some, how many do you need?"
"Ten to twelve dozen. Up to fifteen dozen if you can get them."
"Oh wow... I don't know. I'll have to check."
I laughed a little. "I'll be over there in about twenty
minutes to see how you're doing."
"Okay, bye."
I hung up the phone and got back on the road. That should
keep her busy for a while.
When I got to the shop, Debbie and her boss Mei Ling were
standing behind the counter fretting. Mei Ling spoke to me.
"Bill, we're out, but could get them from the grower in Half
Moon Bay tomorrow. Would that work?"
I'd come in prepared for this. This is what money is for. I
looked at the clock; eleven, almost time for lunch.
"Nope, I need them by four this afternoon. I'll tell you
what." I took my wad of hundreds from my pocket. "I'm willing to
pay a hundred dollars cash per dozen for up to twelve dozen, in
beautiful condition of course, plus another four hundred if they're
delivered by four this afternoon." I put sixteen crisp hundred
dollar bills on the counter.
Mei Ling looked at Debbie, then fished behind the counter for
a set of keys. "Would you like those boxed or arranged?"
I smiled. "I'd like them arranged; you can do that at the
house though."
She nodded. "That would be best. Where are these to be delivered?"
I sighed. "Thank you. This means a great deal to me." I
gave her the Woodside address, told her that's where I lived now.
She told Debbie to load up the delivery truck with what she'd need
for doing the arrangements, and to take off for Half Moon Bay.
Debbie gave me a big smile and said, "I'll see you in a
couple hours." She headed into the back.
Mei Ling bowed to me and said, "She must be very special."
I bowed to her. "Yes, she is. Thank you for your help."
She laughed. "Thank you for your business, Mister Wilson.
If you will excuse me, I have a phone call to make."
I laughed and gave her my cell phone number just in case.
I stopped at a little Mexican place and had a scorching Chile
Verde burrito. My phone rang as I was finishing it up and wiping the
sweat off my forehead.
"Wilson," I said into the phone.
It was Nancy. "Oh Bill... I'm at the beach house. The
truckers just called and they won't be here until three at the
earliest. I won't be back until around five. Is that okay? You
could join me here?"
"Five is fine, don't worry. I want you with me in the big
house tonight. And don't worry about dinner; I'll take care of it.
Okay?"
I heard her sigh into the phone. "Okay. I'll see you as
soon as I can."
That gave me a little more time. I stopped at the grocery
store and got what I'd need, including an extra bag of charcoal just
in case. I got back to the house by one in the afternoon.
I arranged the two dozen roses I'd gotten as best as I could.
Debbie called about one thirty; she was on her way with twelve dozen
roses she'd helped select herself. I gave her directions, and told
her I'd be waiting.
I was going to barbecue chicken, do a rice dish I like, a
salad, and dessert.
After prepping things, I went upstairs to see our new
bedding. It had been incredibly expensive, but also paid for.
I walked part way into the bedroom and stopped. Our bed was
now covered with a spread similar to the one at the passion pit. It
was stunning, sort of an off-white color. I touched it gingerly and
it was exquisite. I pushed gently; the surface underneath was soft
yet resilient. The only thing I knew from the order and the info I'd
seen was it was some new wonder thermal foam. We also had new
pillows, and some very interesting and functional shaped cushions
covered in the same plush material. I left the room quickly, almost
afraid of being seduced as I'd been in the morning.
I'd picked up the order sheet from the dresser on the way
out. Going down stairs I wondered.... I went to the office and
pulled up the funny business calendar for two months ago when the
order was placed. Yup, he'd been in Tahoe with Miss Brown. Janet
had been away at a convention those days, and Nancy had her period.
How fucking convenient -- or was that convenient fucking?
Debbie arrived a while later. I helped her bring large boxes
of flowers in from the van, then the vases and the arrangement
materials. She spread out on the kitchen counters and the kitchen
table and got to work.
All the flowers looked great, and their fragrance was
something special. She looked at the two dozen I'd gotten, gave me a
sideways glance, and pulled them out of their vases, recutting and
rearranging them. I laughed.
When she asked where they were going to go, I told her I
wanted five or six dozen in the bedroom, the rest spread around the
place. When she had two vases ready to go, I showed her upstairs.
She was quite impressed with the house, and with the bedroom.
Her eyes were drawn to the spread, and she felt it with one hand.
She looked at me and blushed.
I smiled and said, "I want the scent of the roses to be so
thick in here you have to swim through it."
She smiled and sighed. "Oh it will be. She must be very special."
I nodded. "She is, very much so."
She looked around the room, and we headed downstairs again,
closing the doors behind us to keep in the scent. She put together
arrangements for specific locations. When we'd put the last of the
ones in the bedroom, I looked around in amazement. The scent was
already getting thick, and the whole room had taken on a lavender
hue. We closed the door and went back downstairs.
It took another half hour to finish arranging and placing the
rest, and cleaning up the debris. As she was getting ready to leave,
looking around the downstairs, now filled with flowers, I took
another bill from my pocket.
"This is for you, for your trouble, and especially for your effort."
She blushed. "Mister Wilson, I can't..."
"Yes you can. Get something you like with it, have an
evening out. You've earned it."
She took it gingerly, then gave me a quick hug. "Thanks,"
she said, and skipped out the door.
I called the beach house, and Nancy answered.
"They arrived yet?" I asked.
"No, not yet," she sounded despondent.
"I'm sorry. So tell me about the spread?"
She laughed a little. "Do you like it?"
I sighed. "I can't wait to have you on it." I couldn't wait
for her to have me on it. I just wasn't sure I could spend any
amount of time in the room alone without being seduced by it.
"Mmmm... That's why I did it. It was supposed to be
delivered to the passion pit. A set of dark colored ones are being
delivered here."
God... No escape... "That's going to be wonderful," I told
her. I sighed again.
"Please give me a call just before you get on the road,
okay?" I asked her.
"Okay. At least I got the catering arrangements done for
tomorrow. Sure I don't need to do anything about dinner tonight?"
"No, it's all taken care of. I'll see you when you get here."
I had time for a quick dip in the pool. I checked out the
spa, and turned the temperature down a bit -- it was too warm for my
liking. I even peered over the hillside and saw a bunch of solar
collectors. I followed the pipes back to a utility area. There was
a nice block diagram inside; the panels helped heat the pool and spa,
and provided heating assist for the house. Expensive installation,
but efficient. I found the area with pool toys.
Everything was ready to go. The rice would take about thirty
minutes. The chicken would take forty minutes, plus forty for the
coals to get up to temperature. Salad was ready. For dessert I had
some berries soaking in an Italian lemon liqueur, Lemoncello. All I
needed was the guest of honor. Should I start the fire when she
called? It would take her about half an hour to get back over the
hill.
No, I'll wait. I smiled to myself. We just might get distracted.
I stuck my head in the bedroom once; the scent was thick, and
very nice. I felt the plush spread calling to me, and I ducked out
quickly.
I'd brought the computer over from the passion pit, along
with all the software. I made a complete backup of the thing on a
Jaz disk, then another for good luck. Then I reformatted the
internal hard disk and started reinstalling everything from scratch.
I was on the last leg of that when Nancy called at about
quarter to five; she was on her way. The next half hour was one of
the longest in my life. I managed to complete the software installs,
clean up the excess digital debris, reorganize, and then start wiping
free space on the disk. I didn't want anything recoverable.
I went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of white wine.
Then I waited. And waited, and waited. Finally I heard the garage
door opening. I took the glasses and went to the door into the
garage. I went in and handed her a glass as she was closing her car
door.
"Oh thank you," she said, holding the glass with one hand and
hugging me with the other. We shared a brief kiss.
I walked her to the door and into the house. We took a few
steps in, coming to the end of the short hallway, and she stopped.
She'd seen the first of the flowers.
"Oh Bill..." she sighed.
I put an arm around her and whispered, "Welcome home," in her
ear. She went over to the first arrangement and put her face into
the flowers, inhaling deeply. She looked at me with a teary smile.
"How did you know? Who told you?"
I smiled and took her hand, leading her through the rest of
the downstairs.
By the time we got to the base of the stairs going up to the
bedroom, she was giddy with laughter; I hadn't seen her so happy
before.
"Oh this is such a surprise," she told me, putting her arms
around my neck and hugging me.
Our wine glasses were empty. I put them down and took her
hand leading her upstairs to the double doors to our bedroom. "Close
your eyes until I tell you to open them."
She closed her eyes. I led her into the room, closing the
doors behind us. I saw her take a deep breath and smile, her chin
almost trembling. I moved her to where she was surrounded by
flowers, put an arm around her, and said, "Okay, you can look."
She opened her eyes, looked around, and gasped. "Bill..."
I put my arms around her waist and said again, "Welcome home."
We started kissing and soon found ourselves inching towards
the bed. We undressed each other quickly and then lay back.
I don't know which was better, being in her arms, or the feel
of the bed. That's silly -- being in her arms is always better, but
the bed was damn nice.
After rolling around kissing and feeling each other for a
while, I got her on her back and grabbed a likely shaped cushion. I
swept her knees together with one arm, lifted her luscious bottom,
and put the cushion underneath her. Then I spread her legs again and
dived in.
I quickly pulled my knees up under me; the sensation of my
belly and cock on that spread was just too good. I teased and ate
her to orgasm after orgasm until she got loud enough. Then I moved
up and slid into her, her bottom still on the cushion.
I put her legs on my shoulders and pressed into her. As I
did, I looked down at her soft warm breasts. They were so inviting,
and so far away.
Her head was back, moving from side to side, her eyes closed
as she moaned semicoherently. I slid my hands up to her waist and
started thrusting in earnest. She moaned as I bottomed out, panting
with me. I heard a low wail start to build in her, felt her tense,
and felt it building in me as well. My head was back as I felt the
tingle and came deep inside her, pushing her over the edge once again.
After the room stopped reeling I snagged my T-shirt with a
toe and pulled it closer. As I slid out of her I put it underneath
and between her legs, protecting the soft plush fabric on the spread
and cushion. I moved to her side and kissed a nipple gently,
eliciting an incoherent moan. I moved to her forehead and kissed her
there. "Take your time getting up, darling. I'll be downstairs."
I grabbed a pair of gym shorts and another T-shirt and headed
downstairs.
I picked up our wine glasses and put them back to cool, then
went outside, still skyclad, and lit the charcoal. I'd left my watch
there so I could pick it up to time the fire. I started the timer
going. What the hell, time for another swim.
I walked around the corner, dropped my clothes and watch, and
dived in. Gee, a water slide would be nice. Wonder how much they
cost? I could see putting one in right over there. Is that
practical, I thought? No, but who cares, I told myself as I swam. I
wonder if California Pinball is still there. Where were they? Off
Maude near the freeway? I'd always wanted my own pinball machine.
I'd gotten out a couple pool toys. One I found had sort of a
webbing between the floats; it held your body partially submerged,
with your face above the water. I lay in that one on my back and
closed my eyes; very nice.
I felt the water ripple a while later and raised my head.
Nancy was swimming to me. I rolled out of the float and met her. We
hugged and kissed.
"Thank you for welcoming me home," she whispered in my ear as
we held each other, turning slowly in the water, floating and dancing.
"Thank you for all you've done for me in the last week," I
whispered back.
We twirled in the water for a while, until she said, "The
coals look about ready. What's for dinner? Can I help?"
I hugged her, then let go and headed for the side of the pool.
"Dinner is a surprise. You can set the table outside with
candles, and get us another glass of wine," I told her as I got out
and started toweling off.
She got out and I handed her a towel. "Did you close the
bedroom doors?" I asked.
She gave me a kiss on the nose, then slapped my bottom as she
walked by. "Of course!"
I dumped out the coals and arranged them, then got the
chicken from the outside refrigerator. I'd marinated it and wrapped
it in foil. I put it on and reset my timer. Flip it at ten minutes
and then start the rice.
Nancy brought us wine and glasses, and set the small table outside.
We talked about the delivery folks, and about the saga of the
flowers as we sipped our wine.
She asked, teary eyed, "But what are we going to do with all
those flowers?"
I raised my glass to her. "Ever made love in a bed of rose petals?"
She looked momentarily shocked, then smiled. "No, have you?"
I laughed and said, "Not yet. I'm looking forward to it,"
and took a sip of wine.
I had her sit outside while I puttered in the kitchen. Gas
cooktops are the only way to go, and they (we?) have a Wolf
commercial cooktop, and a pair of ovens that could hold small
livestock whole. Just right for two people, I told myself. I'd
looked over the kitchen remodel plans, and liked the new cabinets and
layout; it would be nice. We'd informed the contractor we were
cancelling the work on the one bedroom.
Dinner went off well. I think Nancy was impressed, by the
effort if not the contents. She was pleased with the dessert, and we
each had a small glass of Lemoncello afterwards.
Some time near the end of the meal I turned and winced; that
damn suture was making itself known again.
"What's the matter? Too vigorous earlier?"
I laughed. "Not at all. I seem to have a suture end
sticking out. It's bugging me."
She lit up. "Something I can do!" We both laughed. She
stood up. "It's getting chilly, let's go in. I'll clean up the
dishes, and then we'll go downstairs to the massage table so I can
take care of your suture."
I helped with the cleanup; I insisted. One of the other
kitchen changes in the remodel was the addition of a small very quiet
dishwasher in addition to the huge, noisy commercial one already
present. It made a lot of sense.
We went downstairs. She looked in the office and laughed;
there were half a dozen roses on the desk. There were another half
dozen in the room with the massage table.
"Okay, on your back, let's have a look." She hit another light
switch and the lights in the room got really bright. I lay back and
put an arm over my eyes. She moved my arm and put a towel over my
eyes; that helped. Then she spread my legs.
"Yes, one's unraveled, and the others are well on the way.
This is easy to take care of. You stay right there, I'll be back in
a minute." She patted my belly.
A little later I felt a mask going on my face, and felt and
heard the cool hissing.
"This will make it easier on both of us," she said. "Now
start counting backwards from twenty for me."
So far I didn't feel anything different. I started counting,
twenty, and tasted and smelled the nitrous. Nineteen, eighteen, a
little buzzing now, seventeen....
I moved around a little. My eyes were still covered. I
could feel and hear cool gas still, but no odor. I felt Nancy
massaging my abdomen. I must have made a noise.
"Good," she said, "back with us again. That Halothane does
work fast, and it's short as well. Let's turn you to your stomach so
I can do your back and shoulders."
I was a little wobbly, but we got me turned. She
repositioned my face and the mask in the head cradle and started
working the kinks out of my shoulders.
She told me we should do this more often; I had a lot of
adhesions in my shoulders, and probably carried a lot of tension
there. She also told me she'd removed the sutures on both sides, as
I was healing well.
After working down my legs, she had me turn over again. She
turned out the lights and took off my mask. Then she started in on
my head and neck. I moaned as I felt myself growing erect once again.
"Oh decisions, decisions, decisions," she said as she turned
parts of me to jelly and other parts quite hard. "Do I take you now,
or on our wonderful soft bed?"
She had her hands at the base of my skull, massaging me,
moving my head back and forth a little in a delicious rocking motion.
"Which would you like?" she teased. All I could do was moan and sigh.
She laughed. "That's what I like -- decisiveness. Well,
I've decided. We'll have a shower -- I'm sweaty and you're covered
with oil. Then I'm going to take you to that big bed and do what
I've been thinking about all day." With that she leaned over and
kissed me on the forehead. She put her hands on my shoulders, then
slid them suddenly down my front to my very erect cock. I tightened
up involuntarily and gasped. She laughed again.
I finally opened my eyes to see she was nude. She helped me
up and we made it upstairs.
The bedroom was cool and filled with the heavenly scent of
the roses. We took a long shower together. As we were drying off I
felt relaxed, comfortable, and alert. I started getting more amorous
as she dried her hair.
She pushed me away playfully. "All right you, go in and lay
on your back on the bed, in the middle. Just relax and wait for me."
I leaned over and kissed a nipple, standing up saying, "Yes
dear," as I turned and left the bathroom.
I went over and smelled the closed bunch of roses. My but
she had good taste (and she also tasted good). I looked at the bed
warily and stretched a bit, touching my toes and then reaching for
the ceiling. How was I going to keep in shape now? I'd have to
watch my diet. But now I could work out however I wanted. Nancy was
in great shape; she should be able to help. There were so many
things I could do now.
I went over and lay on the bed. Well, I started out on my
stomach and slid up through the fabric until my head was between the
pillows. I lay there until my hips started moving on their own, then
I rolled quickly to my back.
I closed my eyes and breathed regularly, trying to relax.
Slow, deep breaths, letting my muscles relax. I remembered floating
in the pool earlier in the day, then floating on the massage table,
my head buzzing on the edge of consciousness. The scent of the roses
helped, breathing it in and out.
The mattress surface was soft yet supportive, feeling as if
it was molding itself to my body, supporting me evenly.
I was just about asleep, remembering floating in the pool, supported
so well, when I felt the bed move a little. Her hands moved up the
insides of my legs, and I wasn't on the edge of sleep anymore. I was
awake, but I let my eyes stay closed.
She kissed her way up my legs, her hands playing the lead,
wandering over the tops of my thighs and around my hips. So that's
what it felt like, I'd done this for her, and for Janet. At first I
tried to stop the twitches, the involuntary muscle movements caused
by her touch, but then I relaxed, or tried to, and just let them
happen.
As she kissed the inside of a thigh her fingers swept up the
ridges of my pelvic girdle, making my hips pull up, and making me
moan. I heard her say between kisses, "I'm glad you like that." She
did it again a few times, running her fingers along my belly below my
navel. "You're making me dizzy," I panted.
"Good," she said as she moved higher. Now I could feel her
breasts on my legs, and her hot breath on me as she...
"Oh God!" I cried and moaned as she took me into her mouth.
Her hands were around the base of my cock, her arms wide on my thighs
and hips, holding me to the bed. I could feel her breasts down
further on my legs, pressing into me. She teased me with her mouth,
tongue, and hands.
"I'm going to come!" I managed to gasp. She didn't even
slow down. I felt my hips start to rise on their own, and she
stopped, pulling away, and squeezing the base of my cock. I drifted
back from the edge, and after a while, she started in again. A
shorter time passed and I moaned, so close... And she stopped again,
pressing at my base.
After a few more cycles of this I was moaning almost
continuously. Somehow she knew when I was near the edge, and she
stopped, letting me drift back, only to start again.
As I drifted back from the edge, I realized I'd been arching
my back and neck. I let go and relaxed back on to the bed again. I
felt a coolness on me, she was blowing gently on me. I thought I had
a chance to catch my breath for a moment, but I felt her moving, and
soon she was pressing her breasts into me. My head went back and my
hands went to her shoulders as I moaned anew.
I didn't know how long I could last, but this soon stopped,
and she moved again. I let my arms fall to my sides as I panted,
head still spinning. We kissed and she took me inside her, moving
her hips slowly, then rapidly, then slowly again as I moaned into her
mouth. As the feeling built again, she started grinding against me
slowly, squeezing the back of my head as we kissed, pushing me
finally over the edge, and riding me into delirium.
Some time later we managed to get between the sheets and she
pulled me to her. The mattress seemed to adapt quickly to our
bodies, and with the weight of the spread on top of me, and her arms
around me, I went to sleep.
END of Part 2
Tales of the Golden Mule - Miss Yellow
Tales of the Golden Mule
by artie@netgate.net
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