
Luddites
from the imagination of
California Dreamer
© 2001, all rights retained.

Critiques invited and responded to.
califdrmr@hotmail.com

The idea for this story came while in a local cafe eavesdropping on two young women reading the Personals Ads to each other. It was fun as they were very animated. Giggles, shrieks and groans punctuated their readings. "You know what that means, don't you?" was heard a few times. They'd mock frown at each other and shake their heads. It was frustrating but I resisted the urge to call out, "What does what mean?" Quite an entertaining Saturday morning. 
	
I couldn't help asking, 'What would happen if a soft spoken middleage man connected with an uninhibited, very direct woman of the new century?' This fantasy is the result. Let's see how they change each other.


Luddites
Intro
<BLOCKQUOTE><pre>
	Personals Ad:

	?WJF. Seriously compromised Luddite seeks S?M 
	to share love of life and joyous explorations
	Petit, Mid 30s ns nd omnivore POB 666b c/o BG
	

	Reply:

	Dear Ms. Luddite
	I am also a seriously compromised Luddite but prefer
	9 to 5 at most. Most free time is dedicated to labours
	of love in my gardens and workshop. I grow Daffodils
	and Dandelions. I am an amateur luthier and make guitars
	and violins. I am very good with my hands and have the
	Irish gift of gab. I love to travel and am looking for
	a woman who could survive a rainy weekend tent confinement
	with grace and humour.
	
	Reading, writing and skiing (DH&XC) are my hobbies. With
	gentle enticement, can be a willing, randomly awkward,
	dance partner.
	
	I once made a promise to never eat anything with nostrils
	on its face but find the smell of hot animal fat so enticing
	that I indulge occasionally.
	
	Marcus Aurelius, the master of our house, is a very playful
	Siamese.
	
	I would love to chat with you. Please call me at 408-555-0660
	some evening after Jeopardy!.


	
	Hopefully yours
	Randy O'Toole
	
	
	Chairman (Impeached)
	Garden Valley Luddite Association, Chapter 0.<pre></BLOCKQUOTE>

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Luddites
Part One


"May I speak with Randy O'Toole." 

"Umm, Randy here."

"Good evening, Randy. My name is Gabriella and I am the compromised Luddite. I enjoyed your letter."

"Thank you. Gabriella, what a beautiful name. 

"Thank you. Ah, I'm sort of at a loss for words but your letter intrigued me. If I read between the lines, it's quite different, you know, from most replies to my ad."

"You read correctly, Gabriella. I am a most curious fellow."

"Well, ah, this is a little embarrassing but I have to ask. I hope you don't think I'm rude or premature in asking a very personal question but can you live up to your name?"

Her laugh sounded mischievous and just slightly stressed.

"I don't feel you're rude. I'm just surprised that..."

"Let me explain," she interrupted.

"I'm looking for a friend and lover who has the energy and inclination to satisfy me. I'm an oversexed, type "A" personality. I rarely hold back when expressing my feelings about what I think is important and sex is high on my list. I feel I should warn you so that we don't start down this path only to stumble over a problem later."

"Are you a sexaholic, Gabriella?"

"What does that mean?"

"Are you addicted to sex? Is it an obsession?"

"Not at all. I just don't want feel like I'm part of an Amateur Night act. Well, um, when I want sex, I want it with a lover who pays attention to detail. My details, if you see the picture."

"Paying attention to the details is very important."

"I'm a little embarrassed to be talking about sex first off but really I don't want to waste time with a Dandelion. I want a Daffodil, right out of the gate. I don't want to just horse around."

"Nicely done, Gabriella. You're feeding me my own words. I like that," I laughed softly, feeling complimented.

"Oh. Tell me why you named your cat Marcus Aurelius?"

"He was a very imperious kitten."

"What do you look like, Randy. Are you a large man?"

"Is that another sexual question, Gabby?" I chuckled. "May I call you Gabby upon occasion?"

"Yes, you may. You're a tease, aren't you." 

"I'm much too stodgy to tease very often."

"Sure you are," she drawled. "Now answer my question."

"I'm a little over six feet and shrinking and weigh about 190. Now, close your eyes and describe me. What image pops into your head?"

"Big artist's hands. Long, strong slim fingers. Mmm, that gave me a tingle. Sorry, should not have said that."

"It's okay. You are a tiny woman but you have a high energy aura. I can almost feel your warmth here with me. You are more sensual than sexual. Most of the time."

"Mr. O'Toole, what, in your humble opinion, makes you different?"

"I'm learning to tune in and share."

"I have to say you'd be a rare one."

"Gabriella, I need to put another log on the fire and my wine glass is empty. Would you care to join me here this evening?"

"You weave an enticing web, sir."

"I'll not suck out your vital juices, dear."

"Drat. Just a little bit maybe?"

That got her a big laugh. "I'm not the only tease, it seems."

"I don't tease. Give me directions."


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Luddites
Part Two


Gabriella wore her light brown curly hair pulled close against her head. A French roll formed a tight bun at the back. She wore a white turtle neck sweater tucked into the waist of tight black jeans under a short black blanket jacket. Nicely packaged for show and tell but not blatantly inviting. 

She stood under the porch lamp, her smile cool, eyes dancing nervously.

I opened the screen door and she stepped gracefully inside, holding out her hand.

"I am Gabriella Aarons, sir. I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance."

I took her tiny hand in mine and bowed slightly before releasing it.

Her eyes darted around, taking in the dining room to her right, the living room to her left. She tilted her face and peered up the carpeted stairway for a moment. She cataloged wood paneled walls and old heavy furniture. Her nostrils flared as if savoring the faint smell of wood smoke that lingered. She made me think of a cat cautiously checking out a new residence.

"Beautiful little house. Have you had it long?"

"Thank you. Twenty years or so. May I take your coat?"

She shrugged out of her jacket. It fell down her arms and she caught the collar behind her butt with hooked fingers. I heard keys jingle. Full, unfettered breasts wobbled under her tight sweater.

"Beautiful little body. Have you had it long?"

"Thirty seven odd years. You like?"

"I like," I laughed softly and turned to hang her jacket on the hallway coat rack.

"Give me your shoes please."

She heel and toed and her flats plopped to the floor. I bent and picked them up.

"Size four?"

"Yes. Narrow. Very hard to find."

"Would you care for a glass of wine?" I asked as I put her shoes on the rack next to mine.

"Whatever you're having is fine." 

"Would you like to see the kitchen?" I smiled invitation into her pretty eyes.

"Love to." She threw a soft delighted smile back.

We walked side by side down the hall to the kitchen doorway. I gestured for her to go first. She stepped daintily past me, peering around the room. 

"Oh, this is a nice kitchen and so very modern. I was expecting more antiques." She put her hands on her hips and swiveled her torso around to smile at me. I slowly slid my eyes up from her round butt to her profiled breast before moving on to her eyes. 

"Mr. O'Toole!" She chirped a little laugh. "Are you checking me out?"

"Yes, Ms. Aarons. I certainly am." I grinned at her.

"This looks very functional." Her eyes scanned my body. "Do you enjoy cooking?"

"Very much." Feeling amused by a possible double entendre.

"You didn't mention it in your letter."

"I thought I'd save something."

"I'm glad you did. I like little surprises. Why are you not involved with someone?"

"Benign neglect."

"What do you mean."

"I was involved with someone for a long time but I didn't pay attention and she, we grew apart."

"Do you still love her?"

"I love what she once was. What we once had."

"Mmm, still friends?"

"No, she's too far away. Physically and emotionally. Come sit up here." I patted the counter top.

"Sure." She hopped up and twisted on the counter to face me as I pulled a wine glass from the crystal rack.

"Red okay?"

"Fine." She toyed with the red stained cork, rolling it under her finger tip.

"How about you? Why are you not connected with someone?"

"I am, sort of. I've had a ten year, very committed relationship but it's with a woman and I need more now." She firmed her lips as if to show her determination. "Lori and I are breaking it off in a friendly way. Bed death. You know?"

"Happens. More what?" I stared into her suddenly wary, questioning eyes.

"Conventionality, I suppose."

"Mm. Not as exciting but..."

"You okay with this?" she interrupted.

"Mostly. Give me a bit and I will be."

"Shocked you?"

"Just a little flustered at your quick honesty. You don't waste time, do you, Gabriella?" I smiled large.

"I need to find a better way to say 'life's too short'. That's so tired."

"I like 'Do not go quietly into the dark night'. Fireplace now?" 

I held out my hand. She put her soft hand on my palm and squeezed for a moment.

"I see you are a reader. I like you, Randy O'Toole."

I squeezed back. 

"I like you too, Gabriella Aarons. You are very direct." 

I felt an urge to scoop her up in my arms but just held her hand as she jumped to the floor. I proceeded her to the living room, wondering what other surprises she would spring.

"Take the couch while I put on some music. The Irish Tenors okay?" She moved to the far end and sat carefully, balancing her wine goblet in one hand.

"God, yes. I love that big eared guy. I'd love to grab those ears and hold on tight while he 'sings' between my legs. I'd be singing too but it would be bad harmony." She laughed, slightly embarrassed and gave me an ardent look. She sucked in a deep noisy breath and blew it out explosively between pursed lips.

I couldn't help but shake my head at her and laugh, "I'll sing for you, Gabby. Any time." Trying to be as direct as she.

"No, no. There's something else I want first." Her wide, tight lipped grin promised much.

"Let your hair down for me?"

"Thought I just did."

"I want to see you with your hair down, not your pants. You have beautiful highlights."

"You have a gift, don't you. I mean you notice!"

I moved to the couch and sat sideways at the far end. She put her wine glass on the rug and raised her arms, her fingers fluttered for a moment at her bun. Puffy nipples proud under her sweater. She raked her fingers up and into her hair, slowly fluffing it around her face. She turned to me with her eyebrows up and a little tight smile.

"Nice. Very nice. You're a beautiful woman, Gabriella," I said her name slowly, savoring each syllable. "As beautiful as your name."

She retrieved her wine glass and slouched back sipping, her lips sensuous on the rim of the glass. Her eyes spoke to me with some heat.

"Come here." She spoke the command softly, firmly.

"No." I whispered sharply.

"Are you going to make me come to you?" Her voice a soft purr.

"No." I drawled. "You have a story I want to hear."

"And what do I get in return?"

"My real name."

She lurched upright, almost spilling wine. Her mouth formed a faux "O" of surprise.

"Tell me now." The wary look flashed again.

"Randolph Fabio O'Toole-Barone," I said, voicing the e at the end of Barone. "My mother was Irish. My father's family are Sicilian."

"Oh, God. Windsong and firestorm in the same man. What do we have, multiple personalities?"

"'Fraid so. Though my wife accused me once of inheriting the vices of both and the virtues of neither."

"Where did she come up with that?" 

"I'll never tell. It was a rather racist context."

"So now I've got to tell you about Lori, hm?"

"Yes, please."

"Okay but first tell me why you used such a sexually connotative name."

"Maybe I'm not prescient but sometimes I get little hunches. You wrote question mark WJF plus you used the word 'omnivore'. That's why I gave you just half my name. Does that make sense? I think my sense of humour was a bit twisted that day."

"I'm not sure if I would have replied to Randy Barone's letter. You came off as just another nice, sort of, anal retentive."

"Thanks. That's damning with faint praise."

"Now you're showing off."

"I guess. Now will you tell me about Lori?"

"May I pee first?"

"Sure. First door on the left," I said, gesturing toward the hallway. "Light switch is on the outside wall."

She carefully put her wine glass on the floor and stood, arching her back and giving me a half smile. Her eyelids drooped into a slow blink.

I locked eyes with her, straining not to gawk at her tits. Proudly displayed, it seemed.

"I like 'em too, Gabby. You don't have to flash me."

"Will if I want to." She started tugging her sweater out of her waistband. When it was free, she crossed her arms and lifted up and over her head in one quick motion. She must have heard my sharp intake of breath for she chuckled through her sweater. Her nipples were bright pink puffs on pear shaped breasts. I couldn't put the word 'tits' on her. Her belly was rounded and lightly tanned. Her breasts were startling white.

"You like my little pillows?" she asked sweetly as she jerked arms free of her long sleeves.

"Not so little."

"Almost a C cup. They just look larger 'cause I'm a runt."

She threw her sweater on the couch back and tiptoed across the rug to stand before me.

"Not bad for an 'old broad', hey?"

"There are quite a few 'young broads' that could envy you."

"These are two of the reasons Lori wanted me." She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples.

"Gabriella, you are a hell of a re-affirmation of my love of 'uppity' women."

"Where'd you get that line?" she laughed with a little snort.

"Berkeley bumper sticker."

"Oh, of course. I need not have asked." She shook her head and chuckled, low and throaty.

She popped the button of her black jeans. She had to suck her belly in to make room for her thumbs. 

"This button was left open for these last few months."

"Mmm? Gained some weight?"

"Hey!" she squawked. "I was advertising my availability to the community." She mugged false anger.

"Oh." I understood which community she referred to.

"I didn't get no satisfaction," she sang softly. "So I thought I'd play it straight."

She unzipped and started shoving tight jeans down over wiggling hips.

"Why the strip show?"

"'Cause it's been too long since I had a real live cock in me. I'm going to need it bad soon." Her voice was almost a snarl. "I hope you are very, very horny."

"You'd make a dead man horny. If I don't get my mouth on your breasts real soon now..."

"Not very original but I like the message, thank you. I don't want rigor mortis, I want rigor vita."

I could only groan and shake my head at that one. I love Jewish women. Witty, articulate women, actually.

She bent and pushed her jeans to her ankles. Standing, she put a hand on my shoulder for balance and started shuffling her feet out of the tangled jeans. Her breasts bobbled in my face. I resisted the urge to scoop her into my arms and suckle.

"You've great legs." I stroked a brown muscular thigh. Her skin was silky.

"Yoga and Aikido."

"You said you had to pee."

"I lied," she said, pirouetting half way round. 

"Nice buns, girl." 

She bent slightly and wiggled the nice buns for me.

"Okay. Now it's story time." She danced back to her end of the couch to sit facing me, leaning against the arm. She stretched her legs towards me and leaned to find her wine glass. I was fascinated by the liquid sway of her breasts.

I scanned up and down, from her face to her tiny pink toes and back.

"You hard yet?"

"You don't have to ask."

"Shall I take off my panties? You wanta ogle my puss? There's no hair on it."

"No. Please. I don't need more stimulation. You'll just mess up my upholstery."

"Maybe too late." She stuffed her turtle neck between her legs. I couldn't help but make a big pout.

"That was cute. Do it again."

I tried but ruined it with a laugh.

"Okay, here we go. I met Lori about twelve years ago. We became good friends immediately even though she's much older. Pretty soon, we were best friends. My room mate married some toad and when Lori invited me to share her place, I accepted. It didn't matter that she was a lesbian, I felt more comfortable with her than my own two sisters."

I was listening to her soft musical voice, watching her mobile lips form the words, feeling enchantment build.

She took a sip of wine.

"I came home from a date really late. The guy had been pretty decent so we'd been hot swapping spit in his car. Right in front Lori's house. This guy was a good kisser and he knew just how to twist my knobs but." 

She stopped and blinked at me. 

"I kept thinking of Lori. I had my tongue down his throat, he had his hand in my crotch. His mustache was spiking my lips, his knuckle grinding my cunt and I'd flipped. I didn't want him any more. I wanted Lori."

She closed her mouth, lips very tight and glanced down at her half empty wine glass.

"The guy do something to turn you off?"

"Fuck no, not at all. He looked, tasted, smelled good. He had the right words at the right time. His hands did the right stuff in the right places. He was a prince but..."

She smiled at me brightly. She shook her head and made a little snort laugh through her nose.
 
"I realized I loved Lori and I wanted her. I knew she loved me. That just pulled the guys plug right out of me."

"So, what did you do? Blow him off and..."

"Oh no, I gave him a nice long suck off. I kind of knew I wouldn't be seeing a dick for while so I took my time. It was fun. I made him beg for it. To come, I mean."

I watched her fade into a memory. She lowered her head slightly and licked the rim of her wine glass. Her eyes were blinking about once a second.

"You know what I don't like about guys?" She gave me her direct stare.

I shook my head, eager for her next words.

"I suck their dicks. They yell happy, squirt in my mouth then wont kiss me. I hate that. They pop then are they too grossed out to kiss? It's their own come, for Christ's sake. If I can eat it, hey, why can't they? It's an insult." Her voice rose an octave higher on the last word.

"Point taken. More story now."

"So, the guy gets off and goes home. I bounce into the house and Lori's curled in her favorite chair, reading. There's some nice music playing. I stand in the middle of the room and stare at her. Let me tell you, I was so juiced," she laughed a big laugh and thumbed at her crotch to clarify.

"So anyway, she looks up and gives me a sweet smile and asks if I had a nice time. I told her I did but wouldn't be seeing the guy again. Why, she asks. He's not you I blurt. She makes a funny face at me and my resolve fades out. I stutter and stumble and tell her I want to go out with her. To one of the women's clubs she likes. She says tomorrow, Saturday night is good. Would that be good for me? I say that would be great and go to bed."

She paused to sip wine.

"I remember being so annoyed with myself for losing courage. I wanted to pounce on her. I wanted to just eat her up. Do you know what I mean?"

"How do you think I feel about you right now?"

"Really? Show me, please," she begged, eager eyes on my crotch. Her free hand wandered to a nipple.

I stood and shucked out of my shirt. 

"Ya got nice tits, boy." She laughed and slapped her thigh like a delighted child.

I just grinned and dropped my drawers.

"Ho, nice curvy one. You right handed?"

"That's a myth," I laughed, "continue. Please." I sat facing her, leaning back against the couch arm. Her toes were cool against my knee.

"Sure. So we went to a club. We danced and danced most of the night away. It was the funnest dancing of my life. I started rubbing my tits against hers. I wish men had tits."

She squeezed a protruding nipple between thumb and three fingers, pulling it out and away from her chest. I tickled the underside of my cock head with slow gentle finger tips. A bit of juice oozed. She leaned closer and stared at it. 

"Can I have that?" she said in a small eager voice. 

"Of course."

She scooted over, leaned down and lapped rapidly. A furious cat's tongue, hungry for its milk.

She gave it a kiss, sat back and stared at my cock for a moment. 

"Women don't have that, you know?"

"Mmm?" I wasn't going to assume the obvious. Not with this woman.

"Velvety feeling skin. Only on your dick head. No where else on a man's body is there 'velvety' skin. I'd forgotten about that."

"Oh." I had nothing else.

"May I suck on it for a while. You can come in my mouth if you want but I'd prefer you didn't. I want it in my puss later."

"You can have both if you like."

"Oh, really? Randy O'Toole can live up to his name, eh?"

"With you, it is very easy."

"Thank you for that. You know, you're making my transition very much easier than I thought it would be."

"Why, do you think?"

"'Cause you're not aggressive. You're holding back but giving me acceptance. You're letting me set the pace, mostly."

Gabriella stared into her half empty wine glass. She twirled the stem between her palms and stared at the roiling red surface as if to devine her next thought.

"You asked for my shoes. I felt you were asking me to tread gently on your house. On you."

"Or polish the parquet." 

"Please don't do that. Then you invited me into your kitchen." 

She looked at my face but not my eyes. She was inside herself, sorting out feelings it seemed.

"That's where we hang our hearts, you know. In the kitchen. Men's hearts are in the bedroom or maybe the bathroom, I don't know." She snorted a little laugh through a small easy grin.

"Garage. On the garage wall next to our favorite tool. Some of us anyway."

"Am I reading too much into this?"

"No. By not wearing shoes inside, I show my home respect. Look." I pointed to the needle point hanging over the fireplace mantle.

"Home is where the heart is." She read slowly. She made a frown to convey her opinion. "It seems somehow out of place. Not something a man would choose."

"Iris, my ex, liked it so I left it as a reminder that this is my base camp, Gabby.  From here I launch explorations. I love to travel to far, different places. Here, I rebuild, recover, maintain." 

"I'd call it your nest."

"Empty far too long and awaiting its first egg."

"Don't go there now. Please? Later maybe, okay?"

"As you wish. Are you warm enough? Should I add a log to the fire?"

"Yes, please do. Then come sit next to me. I want to be a supplicant between your knees now."

"Sup away," I laughed gently at her eager smirk.

I stood and faced her. My horizontal cock an obvious display. She eyed it and licked her lips.

"Viagra?" she asked.

"Yes. I thought you might like it tonight. How did you know?"

I turned to my task. Two logs seemed about right.

"It's been standing up far too long. Your butt's nice. You've runners' legs. Do you?"

"Almost every day. I have to or my body complains."

"Let's have a run in the morning then."

I liked the implication she'd be staying the night. I doubted we'd sleep much. There's lots more to explore I knew.

"You've kissed me but I haven't kissed you. Sit on my lap for a bit. Straddle me."

She stood and posed, looking sideways and down to measure my reaction. Her pear shaped breasts sagged slightly. Her nipples were inflamed, puffed, suckable. I held out my arms, her knees bent on either side of mine and she slid onto my lap. I pulled her close. She wrapped her arms around my head and pulled my face to her breasts.

"At last," I murmured against her warmth, my mouth seeking a nipple.

"I think I've discovered one of your weaknesses, randy one." She spoke with smug pride.

"One of the few left."

I switched nipples. God, my mouth was hungry. A little shiver went through me.

"I like it."

I bit down gently.

"A lot," she hissed. It was her turn to shiver.

She arched her back and pressed her silk covered crotch against my hardness.

"Bed now, Randy." 

She tried to get up but I held her tight to my chest. She squirmed and whined, "Let me up."

I leaned forward and stood upright. Runners quad's. Small woman.

"Whoo. That made little me tingle. Nice to feel your strength after."

"Kiss now," I growled, interrupting her for once.

She opened her mouth wide and attacked. Her tongue was an offensive weapon down my throat. Her lips hard and thin against mine.

I ripped my face away. 

"You're not sucking cunt. Go gently. Kiss me soft. Dolce, dolce."

She looked as if I'd slapped her. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snarl." I tried to show contrite but didn't feel it. 

"I'm sorry. I need to be fucked. Fucked hard."

"Punishment for your sins, girl?"

"Which one? Getting it on with Lori or dumping her for a cock?" Her voice was flat and hard. 



Luddites
Part Three

I stared into Gabriella's eyes. They were blue I became aware. With yellow and orange streaks. She was glaring at me. Not angry, but slightly hostile.

"I'm nervous too, you know?" I said softly before pecking her cheek bone. "Let's sit in front of the fire for a while."

"Sure, put me down." She straightened her legs and I let her slide slowly down to stand leaning against me. She hugged her arms around my waist and pressed her forehead against my breast. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, warming my skin. 

"You will think this is far out but I need an indulgence."

"If I can."

"Let me sit on you again, with your cock in me this time." She tilted her head back and made a shakey little smile.

"I'm setting the pace but you're trying to set the tone. That's okay but I feel a need to break quickly with my past. I think it will help if I can have you filling me." 

"That I can do." I danced us closer to the fire and dropped to my knees. My face against her chest, I murmured, "With pleasure." I stripped her panties down to her ankles. 

We carefully arranged our bodies before the fire. She squatted over me, I aimed for her. She found her mark and moved slowly down, impaling herself carefully.

"Mmm," she called out softly. "Hmm." She voiced her pleasure with a high lilting whine.

"Oh, it's been so long without." She clenched hard, causing major electricity to ripple through me.

"Mm, Gabby. So nice." Her breasts warm against me, her nipples cool. I shivered against her. She chuckled softly, her mouth warming my throat.

"Randy, what do you feel right now. Can you tell me?"

"Delight. Some heat. Sexual heat but mainly delight. You're a very intriguing woman and I don't have the words right now to tell you how good this feels."

"Do you think you could love me?"

"Maybe. Probably. If you can show me your softness too."

"I may not have that much courage for a while." She began rocking her hips slowly, giving both of us little tingles.

"Am I smart enough for you, Randy?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course you are."

"My knees hurt. Umph," she grunted. "Lay flat."

She pushed a small hand on my chest so I lay back. She slid her knees wide and down to lay flat on my chest.

"Do you like how I feel on you now?"

"Yeah. Different angle, same tingle."

"Take me someplace you like tomorrow. Someplace simple. I want to see what you like."

"Okay. How far shall we travel?"

"Let's stay in The City this trip. Then I'll take you to a place I like."

"Nice," I moaned.

"Yeah, you in me, nice."

"Gabriella, how, where do you want me to come?"

"Oh, anyplace. In me, on me. Dear man, this feels good. I'd not thought it would be so nice."

"Me too. I love the feel of you. You're like a slick silk glove on my cock."

"Let me suck you, when you want to come."

"Okay. You want it now?"

"Soon. This feels too good to stop right now." She bounced and wiggled. "God, I love your dick in me. In my cunt. My cunt feels good. So good."

Her body squirmed on me like snake, hips driving like a berserk Elvis. She was scrubbing her nipples on my chest hair.

"Yes it does. You keep squeezing like that and I'm going to blow like a surfacing sperm whale."

"Go ahead. Anything. I'll give you anything. Anything you want to do to me. Don't hold back." She was babbling.

I could only groan, she felt so good in my arms. It had been too long for me too. I wrapped an arm around her and clutched a quivering bun, her clenching butt a delight to feel.

"Put your finger," she panted, "in my ass hole."

"What?"

"You heard me. Just do it."

Her hips began to flutter, almost making me lose it. I smeared my rude finger around my cock getting it slick with her juice. I found her center and slid in.

"Ah, good. Two fingers now." Her voice was straining, groaning out through gritted teeth.

I gave her another finger.

"Come now. Fuck me hard with your fingers."

Her fluttering hips were grinding her clit against my bone. I curled my fingers into her ass hole and matched her tempo. 

She started whining, a high pitched keening. "It's gonna go. It's gonna go," she ground out, "Going now!" she barked out her announcement. Her arms clamped me tighter than such a tiny person should have the strength for. She shuddered and went limp, panting harshly on my throat.

"Whoo, whoo, whoo," she panted softly. "That was perfect. Just what I needed. Hmmm." She sighed long and soft.

I didn't have words at the moment. This woman's intensity thrilled me. I felt very strongly that whenever she knew what she wanted, she went at it directly, fiercely. 

"How's your back," she whispered.

"I'm fine. I could lay here like this for days." I was exaggerating just a wee bit.

"Me too but I owe you one. I wanted to give you a good fuck but as it turned out I just gave myself one."

"I noticed but I enjoyed it very much. It was great fun actually. I've never experienced anything like that one."

"Oh?"

"You were fucking yourself on my dick and fingers. You were taking care of your needs. In a few minutes, after you've rested, I'll take care of mine."

"What are your needs, randy one?"

"Oh, make you come about a dozen times."

"That's a pretty tall order for a man your age." She gave me a grin of hopeful disbelief.

"Yeah," I drawled. "But we old men have our tricks."

She put a long, slow succulent kiss on me. Gentle and wet. It felt very loving. She broke away with a loud pop, raising up to lock eyes.

"I'm going to put leash on you. I'm not..."

I interrupted her. "I'm not that kinky, Gabby. Besides you're so independant and adventurous, you are the one to be leashed. I'm definitely not going to run away from a woman like you."

"Me, neither. Would you carry me to your bed?"

"Delightful idea. With or without?"

She cocked her head to the side and lifted her eyebrows.

I humped my hips up, sliding deeper into her.

"With. Definitely with. It's much more effective than putting a leash on me." She gurgled a little laugh.




























