Pushing the Envelope · Part 2 (2/2)
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tness of her, and hugged her tightly. She bit gently on my tongue, and I withdrew it, her tongue following mine. I heard, or thought I heard, a sound from upstairs. I pulled my head back; she leaned hers forward to follow but I broke free.
I tried a smile. "Whew."
She moved away from me and sat on the edge of an end table by the coat rack. "How long are you in town?"
"All month," I told her. "I'm using this as my base for the month."
"Maybe we could have coffee. A breakfast or lunch or something."
"Maybe." I could see the clean line of her neck and shoulders, the weight of her breasts under her blouse, the curve of her calves. I wondered what she looked like naked, now. "Kim," I said.
"Yes?" she asked.
I paused. To be honest, I was listening for noises from upstairs. She uncrossed her legs, and I wanted to tear her clothes off. Instead, I said, "Kim, I don't play with clients' wives. It's a fairness thing."
"I don't cheat on my husband. We'll have coffee." She grinned. "It's an old times thing."
I nodded and I left. I didn't even shake her hand.
I didn't expect her to call me for coffee, and if she did, I wasn't going to accept. Playing around with a client or a client's wife is trouble. But in my hotel room the next night, I found myself thinking about her. I flipped through channels on the television, discovered I was seriously thinking about the porn movies, and grabbed the Yellow Pages phone book off the nightstand. I opened it to the Escorts section, then shut it again.
Damn it, I didn't want a pro. And I didn't want to go to the bar and sift through the teases and the tarts.
Finally, I picked up the phone and called Betty in Cancun; I didn't know what time it was there. She picked up the phone on the fourth ring.
"Hey, Betty," I said.
"Gil?" Nice to know she still recognized my voice. "Where are you?"
I told her. "Betts, I hate to do this, but I need a favor."
I heard her murmuring to someone at her end, and there was a rustling sound. I heard a door shut. "I sent Marco to get some K-Y. He's been desperate to get into my ass."
"Hope I'm not causing any problems."
"No, it was time I said yes anyway. What's your problem, sweetie?"
I told her about Kim, and said, "Betts, I'm lonely. Who do we know in town?"
"For a good therapeutic fuck?" Long silence. "You can't glue a broken heart with jism, Gil. You just can't."
"My heart's not broken, Betts. I just don't have the patience for the bar scene tonight, and I can't put a hooker on the company card." She sighed. "Please," I said.
She sighed again. "Renee Parks. You be nice to her," Betty told me. "Remember there's two of you in bed."
"You're starting to talk in platitudes, Betts." She grumbled and gave me Renee's phone number. "Thanks," I told her. "And hey–don't be a tight-ass."
"That'd spoil Marco's fun."
Renee was blonde and slim and handsome in blue stretch pullover and black denims. After we ate at a nice Thai place, we went back to her place and chatted. She worked as a property assessor and taught fitness classes three times a week. She'd met Betty at Club Med a few years earlier. "I still write Betty sometimes," she said. "Well, I haven't written for a year I guess, but it still counts if I mean to, doesn't it?"
"I think so," I told her. "I don't see Betty very often, but I think of us as friends."
"Uh-huh. Some people, you know them for years but you never know them. Others, you meet them and you've known them all your life." I agreed. Renee made a toast–"To friends"–and we drained our glasses. She got up to pour more drinks: another daquiri for her and another club soda for me.
"How come you don't drink?" she asked.
I shrugged and brushed my fingers against hers as I took the glass from her. Her fingers were startlingly warm; the glass was cold and slick with condensation. "Used to have a problem with it. So I gave it up."
Renee sat next to me. "I know how that goes. I had a boyfriend for a while, claimed I was a sex addict. So I gave it up."
"Really?"
"Yes," Renee said. "I gave him up right then." She had a big wide smile, lots of teeth. "My problem with booze," she said, "is the calories. You know how many calories there are in three daquiris?" She paused meaningfully.
"No," I told her. "How many?" Her leg was firm and muscular, solid against mine. I could still leave; I didn't have to sleep with this woman. On the other hand, that was why I was here.
"A lot," she said, still smiling. "Thousands." And that was the cue.
"Thousands?" I gave her a grin and a wink. "You'll have to work that off."
Renee's smile got bigger and she leaned forward. "I thought you'd never ask." Her eyes were mismatched, I noticed: one blue and one hazel. She closed her eyes to kiss me. I leaned into the kiss, ran my fingers along her spine to the nape of her neck, stroked her behind the ears. She moaned softly into my mouth as her tongue explored. I liked the way she smelled.
Renee shifted her weight and pressed against me. I fell backwards onto the couch. "That's okay," she said. She scraped a fingernail along my fly before opening my pants. My cock was starting to swell, and with one warm finger she pulled it free.
Her mouth was warm and liquid over the head. She sucked my cock into her mouth, playing with the foreskin until my cock was too large and too stiff for that. She bobbed up and down, not deep-throating me but tasting me and exploring my cock with her tongue. I fumbled with her top, pulling it up but not pulling it off, unwilling to break the marvellous connection between her mouth and my cock.
"My God…." I murmured.
She lifted up her head and smiled at me. "You like?"
I brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen across her eyes. "I like very much."
"Never had a guy who wasn't circumcised, before. I like it." She wrapped her small hard hand around my cock and pumped slowly a couple of times. She bent down again and licked the tip. "I hope you don't come too soon."
"I'll do what I can," I told her, and pulled off her top. Her breasts were small and conical with dark and compact nipples. I cupped one breast in my hand; the nipple slipped between two fingers and I squeezed it gently. She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, then tugged on my pants. We spent a moment sorting out clothing, and suddenly I was naked and Renee was wearing only her jeans.
I stood with her and we embraced, touching each other along the lengths of our bodies, the head of my cock pressed against the base of her sternum, and we kissed some more. I traced her jawline with my tongue, sucked her earlobe, and blew in her ear. She shivered and reached for my nipples. She pinched and fondled them until they were as hard as her own.
Still holding her tightly against me, I slid down her body, kissing and nipping warm tender flesh. I took one hard nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, then licked the pebbled tip of the other, then blew gently on the first one again. I nipped at the underside of one breast and circled her navel with my tongue.
I undid the button of her jeans and pulled; there was a loud tearing noise. "Sorry," Renee said. "Velcro. My zipper broke, and I thought I'd try–"
"I like it," I told her. "It lets me get"–I pulled down her jeans–"*here* that much faster." Her underpants had a floral pattern, and her pubic hair had been trimmed short and shaved to a narrow strip. I mouthed her mound, tasting her through the cotton.
"Don't," she said, and skinned off her panties. "Don't eat me yet, Gil. I come so hard I'm no good for anything else. I want you to fuck me first, then you can make me come." She took hold of my cock and began to walk backwards, pulling me towards her bedroom. "I want this cock in my cunt. I want you to fuck me hard with this lovely stiff cock." She giggled as she fell backwards onto the bed, her legs spread. "Or you could fuck me stiff with this lovely hard cock."
I shuffled forward on my knees. "I'm going to fuck you, lovely, with this stiff hard cock." I placed the head of my cock between her swollen lips and thrust forward, sliding my cock along the length of her lips, wetting it. She was very wet. I thrust again, and again; she moaned each time my cock rubbed her clit.
"Fuck me," she said.
I pushed the head down so it was at her entrance and I thrust again. She was so wet the head popped in easily. She gasped. I pulled back slightly, feeling my foreskin slide, and thrust again, pushing myself halfway into her.
"Oh god," she said. "Oh god oh god." She was panting, and her eyebrows were knit together. "Fuck me–" She squeezed her eyes shut.
I pushed a third time and sank my cock almost all the way in. With the last thrust, I was buried in her, my pubic bone pressed heavily against her clit, my cock engulfed in her warmth and wetness.
And a funny thing happened: Renee came. She gasped and then forgot to breathe; her arms and legs spasmed and her hips thrashed once, twice, sliding down and up my cock. I froze. I'd never had a woman come with so little cause before.
Renee tried to speak but all that came out was a little mewling sound. I adjusted my weight and stroked my cock in and out. She gave a few gasping breaths and then opened her eyes. After another moment, she focussed on me. "Oh Jesus. Oh, Gil… I've never…your cock is just…. Oh God."
I withdrew almost all the way; she grabbed my ass and tried to keep me in. I began to tease her with just the head, in-out-in-out-in-out and she gave a little grunt each time the head popped in, a little catch each time it pulled out. Her fingers clamped tightly on my ass and I suddenly drove my full length into her, then all the way out, long hard fast strokes. She rotated her hips, thrusting back at me, and suddenly she came again.
We tried a half-dozen positions before she was too exhausted to move, and finally she just lay there and moaned, "Please… I can't…." She looked so weak and spent that I didn't have the heart to just keep pumping until I came.
I lay beside her while she dozed. I felt tired. Unsatisfied. Frustrated and used. Distantly amused that she had used me instead of the other way around. After an hour she woke up and traced a finger along the side of my face. "Hi there," she said.
"That was…incredible. I mean, it was never like that before. Not even on drugs or anything."
"I'm glad."
She reached down for my cock and began to play with it. "It's not even that *big*. Sorry, I don't mean that the way it sounds, it's not small, it's even bigger than average, but it's not huge. I've had really big cocks and I didn't come like *that*." She cupped my balls in her hand and gently probed my asshole with one finger. "I don't suppose you could leave it when you go?"
My cock was starting to get hard again; after all, I hadn't come yet. "I don't think so. You'll just have to take advantage of it while it's here."
Renee was all lean body and eager flexibility. I went back to the hotel at dawn, exhausted and still frustrated.
When Kim phoned two nights later, I said yes.
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