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     Somebody suggest I repost this here, saying that nobody reads a.s.s.
anymore.   Comments encouraged.

                   BLONDE IN BLACK AND SILVER

     For the long Saturday afternoon that she was going to spend with Russell
Clayton, Jenny Craig put on a long black cotton dress that fit her snugly all
the way down, with a thin black scarf around her head.  The dress reached
almost to her black shoes, and the only reason that she really had room to walk
was that it was slit up the side and overlapped, so that she was still covered
to about mid-calf almost all the time, even though the real opening was above
the bottom of her panties.
     Russell Clayton had been having either good luck or bad with women lately,
depending on how you looked at it.  Good, maybe, since every woman he had gone
out with for some time, before Jenny Craig, had gone to bed with him on the
first date.   Bad, maybe -- well, it could be that they had not seemed very
good in bed because they lacked imagination and could not think of anything
else to do but have sex.  Also, it is said that the brain is the most important
sexual organ, and Russell had not had much opportunity to fantasize about those
women and picture what he wanted to do with them before he was doing it.
     Russell was something of a romantic and liked to think of himself as
seducing women, while the ones he had encountered lately had regarded sex as
something you did in response to a man buying you dinner and so forth; a
straight commercial transaction.  And they seemed to have little to talk about
afterwards, so that these women were attractive enough, but not interesting.
     Jenny Craig seemed to be of a different kind.  They actually held
conversations, and when he tried to kiss her at her door, she said to him: "I
have a policy of not kissing a man on the first date, although this evening has
been so nice that I am sorely tempted to break my rule.  But I won't."
     Russell did not know if what she said to him was true, but there was no
question that hearing it did things for his ego and made him want to see her
again -- as she obviously did him.
     On the second date, a week later, she left him flatly at her door again...
 Or not exactly flat, since after a serious kiss and a period of holding her in
his arms, while he did not get into her apartment or her, he was left round and
hard.
     If the way she dealt with him at the end of the first date made him want
to see her again, the way she acted at the end of the second made him want to
do a lot more than that with her.  Not that he wouldn't have wanted to anyway,
but the combination of action and resistance fired up his imagination.
     This long afternoon began with a walk through the park between her
apartment and the subway station with his arm around her.  She seemed to accept
that readily, even this early in the day.  The movie followed, a sort of
romantic western which appealed to men and women about equally and deserved to
make tons of money if anybody knew it was there.  They held hands and even
kissed a lot during and after the love scenes.  (The sex was just suggested.)
     The diner was a slow and very happy one in a Chinese restaurant.  Then
came the subway ride back, and this time they stopped in the park and sat,
talking as the day faded into twilight.  Russell bought a small bag of popcorn
from a vendor and shared it with Jenny.
     They got up after a while, and watched the birds splashing and squabbling
in the pond.  When Jenny put her hands on the railing, Russell put his right
hand on hers and his left on her rear end.
     He had done this a number of times earlier today, when walking with her,
including in this same park the first time they went through.  As his hand
moved a bit, it occurred to him that there was something a little different
now.  The waistline of her panty elastic was not really visible in this dress,
but his hand had felt it before.  She was pantyless!
     When Jenny had sat in the restaurant with Russell, she thought to herself
that she was not yet sure if she wanted to have Russell stay all night with
her, but it was a definite possibility and he was a definite temptation.   She
knew him well enough by now to know that if she went to bed with him, it was
not going to be a one-night atand and she would never hear from him again. 
There was potential for a relationship between them that could go on for some
time -- perhaps a lifetime.  But if she were going to do it, she would want to
do it, and to have him get at her, with little delay once the decision was
made.
     So when she went into the ladies' room in the restaurant, she took off her
panties and put them into the reticule she carried.  Not wearing them would not
matter during the fairly brief time between the restaurant and her apartment
where Russell would leave her -- or not leave, as the case might be.
     When Russell discovered Jenny's little secret, he took her in his arms and
kissed her more fervently than he ever had before, with his hands on her
buttocks pressing her hips against his.  Jenny was surprised at his passion,
and had no idea why it had happened.  But the fact that his sudden erection was
pressing against her where her panties were absent stirred her and nudged her a
little more toward wanting him to take her and to give her all he had.
     "We should go indoors," Jenny Craig said to him.  "It is beginning to get
dark."  She had now decided for certain to invite him into her apartment, and
there was very little hesitation left on the other matter either.
     "You haven't seen my place yet, if you want to go there.  It's not much
more of a walk," Russell Clayton said to her.
     "No, let's go to mine and -- talk," she said, stumbling over the last word
and almost using another.
     "All right."  Russell was quite willing; one bed was as good as another, 
and bed it looked like it was going to be.
     When they were through her door, Jenny put her bare arms around him and
reached up to take his jacket off to hang it up.  She had just cleared it from
his arms and was holding it in the air behind him when she murmured, "Make
yourself at home."
     Russell took her at her word and slipped one hand into the top of the slit
in her dress and put it on her triangle of pubic hair.  His fingers moved and
she instantly reacted, throwing her head back and gasping.  He bent his head
and covered Jenny's mouth with his own.  Her body strained and her hips moved,
but whether the motion made her sensations stronger or relieved them was hard
to say.  The jacket slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor.
     "We may be going a little too fast," Jenny said when Russell raised his
head.
     "Both of us are adults, and I am sure that you want me as much as I want
you," he replied.
     "Yes..."
     Jenny was a little overwhelmed, none the less.  She was no virgin, but she
had only been to bed with three men before, all after a much slower buildup
than this.  All three had been very conventional straight sex, and none of the
affairs had lasted very long afterwards.  And the last was over a year before.
     Jenny had never really gotten a good look at an erect penis before, and
when she and Russell undressed each other she stared at his.
     She knelt down, but as she did Russell put his hands to her shoulders.
     "If you want to use your mouth on me, I certainly won't object, but not
that way.  I see no reason to stand while you do it, and the position looks
wrong for someone like you.  This little padded bench is fine to lie on, and
you can bend over me.  If anyone kneels to worship, it should be me."
     She flushed.  "I hadn't thought of that.  I don't know if I want to take
you in my mouth; I've never done that."
     "Well, if you want to let me be your first experiment, I am a willing
subject."
     Russell lay so that his hips were at one end of the backless bench, and
Jenny could get between his open legs and lean forward to hold his erection,
and then to kiss the head of it.  Soon her mouth opened, and her tongue began
to circle it.  She was plainly hesitant but willing to try anything that seemed
to please him and did not upset her.  Then she took the head within her mouth
and gently sucked.  The sounds that Russell made encouraged her, and an inch or
two of the shaft disappeared between her lips.
     Russell encouraged her to stand and lean over him, and when she did he
stretched his hand to touch her between the legs and he found her wet.  As she
lifted her head for a moment, suddenly he grasped her hips, forced her legs
wide apart, lifted her over his midsection and brought her down over his spear
of flesh.  Jenny cried out and shuddered in his arms at the fast full
penetration, climaxing immediately.  Russell liked the way her long blonde hair
shook a second or so later than her body did.
     Russell pulled out then and stood, holding Jenny in his arms.  He lay her
down where he had been and knelt at her feet, moving forward to worship at the
altar of her womanhood.  First he gave a tentative kiss, then touched the tip
of his tongue to her labia.  He eased into a rhythm of licking and spreading
and darting and nibbling on her clitoris.  He built Jenny slowly up again over
a period of minutes, close to another climax over and over, then backing off
and slowing, until her nerves were at a high pitch.
     She began to whimper at this touch, and then he pulled her up on the
padded couch so that her upper legs rested there, and covered her body with
his, sliding easily and fully into her.  That preparation made them reach a
peak very quickly, and since Russell did not need to hold back they reached it
together.  Jenny's mouth opened to gasp as the semen flooded her within.
     They lat naked together for a while, but that was too distracting -- and
frustrating, since the sight of each other's naked bodies made them think about
things which those same bodies were not now capable of just yet.  Jenny finally
took from a closet a man's bathrobe which she had bought years before because
she liked the way it looked, and she handed it to Russell.  She herself put on
a silver negligee, and they talked.  And kissed.  And softly fondled each
other.
     Perhaps because of their recent exercise, both became hungry after a
while, and Jenny fixed a snack.  After they ate, Russell sat on Jenny's bed and
she soon joined him there.  She got on her knees to kiss him, and he leaned
forward to hold her at the knee-joints as their mouths touched.  His fingers
soon moved up a little under the edge of the silver garment, and then further,
until they were only an inch or so below the tangle of her public hair.  He
kneaded her there, turning the flesh and spreading her legs open.
     Jenny looked down after a bit and saw his hard shaft poking from the
bathrobe, and unconsciously her mouth opened as she thought of what she wanted
to do.  Russell lay back and she bent over him.  The neglig‚e hung loose at her
front as she leaned, and exposed much of her breasts.  One shoulder strap
almost slipped off, and Russell could see one hard nipple peep through.
     This time her caution and delicacy were gone.  She took him into her mouth
without hesitation and worked over his instrument of pleasure with an eager
will.  Russell pulled up her neglig‚e to expose her below the waist and his
fingers entered her and teased her half-way to completion.
     Bu mutual decision, they broke from this foreplay.  Russell shrugged off
the bathrobe and lifted the silver garment over Jenny's head.  He lay between
her legs and kissed her as his hips hovered over her and he positioned his hard
penis at her entrance.  His entry was slow and smooth, and this time she did
not give a sharp cry, but a long sigh of pleasure and relief.  She still
shuddered in his arms, though, when he reached bottom.  The slowness of his
motion somehow increased the friction for her and brought her to a fast peak,
but he stayed slow and steady and ignored her urgency, and soon Jenny began
climbing again the path to perfect satisfaction.
     Russell tried his best to make this session last, and it was easily half
an hour later that he reached his second explosion of sexual energy for the
day, and hse had her -- fourth? fifth?
     At any rate, the look of peace on her face was one he rmembered for a long
time to come.  They slept nestled like spoons, and Jenny was awakened by his
erection, caused by a dream of her, poking into her almost in the right place
for it.  She turned and used her hand to help make the dream come true after he
also woke.  And so it went, and they came again.


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