“Of course, Mom. That can happenter, after you–” She made obscene gestures with her hands.


    “I’m not having this conversation anymore,” Joyce said as she got up and left for her office.


    But as she thought about the matter, she had to admit her daughter had a point. A man trying to establish intimacy with a new woman in his life doesn’t want to have the woman’s daughter–even a technically adult daughter–just down the hall from where they are making “nookie.” So now she had to contrive to get Gerald to take her to his ce. Why shouldn’t he? She would have a natural curiosity about his residence. The question was when. Could she do it on the very next date? Would that be too soon–too brazen? If she doffed her clothes on the second date, would that make her a “shameless hussy”? The rule of thumb was that you went to bed on the third date, maybe the fourth. If it didn’t happen by then, it might not happen at all, and you’dpse into that most dreaded of fates: “just friends.” But would doing it on the second date send the wrong signal?


    She figured she’d have to y it by ear.


    Joyce’s second date with Gerald was as delightful as she’d expected. They’d gone to a quiet Japanese restaurant, and she was impressed with Gerald’s skillful maniption of chopsticks and his easy familiarity with the cuisine. She herself couldn’t help fixing her eyes on Gerald’s lips–those lips that had pressed against hers on that heavenly first date, and which she hoped (blushing inwardly at the thought) would touch other parts of her body before the night was through. She was determined to get this man into bed even at the risk of being perceived as “easy.”


    When the meal wound down (ending with a sulent dessert of green tea ice cream) and they were preparing to leave the restaurant, Gerald–who had once again picked up Joyce at her house in his car–seemed startled when she said, “I wouldn’t mind getting a glimpse at your ce.”


    After an awkward moment he said, “It’s no great shakes.”


    Joyce wondered: Is the ce a mess? Did he not even envision the possibility that he might take me there tonight? She said aloud: “Oh, I don’t care. It’s your ce: I’m sure it will tell me a lot about you.”


    Somewhat reluctantly, Gerald bundled Joyce into his car and drove off to his apartment.


    It was a smallish building of only three stories, and the very slow elevator seemed to take forever to get to the top floor, where his apartment was. They silently walked down the corridor and stopped at a door, which Gerald opened. He ushered Joyce into the ce.


    It was not arge apartment, but it was impably–if austerely–furnished. Joyce’s heart sank just a wee bit: she’d been envisioning a starkly masculine abode with little in the way of decorations or knickknacks–something, in other words, that would need “a woman’s touch” to make it habitable. She should have realized that Gerald, along with all his other good qualities, was skilled at interior decoration.


    He offered her a liqueur, which she dly epted. He had scarcely said a word since they’d left the restaurant, and she wondered what the problem was. Did he really think she was being too “forward” in pressuring him toe here? Was he simply notfortable in being alone with a woman who was not his wife?


    I’ll make himfortable if it’s thest thing I do.


    They exchanged a few quiet confidences while sipping their drinks. Then Joyce noticed a stereo and a small but choice selection of LPs on a nearby bookshelf. She leaped up from the couch she’d been sitting on and said, “Oh, you’re a music lover!”


    The LP collection was an eclectic mix of ssical, jazz, and ssic rock. She selected a recording of some piano music by Chopin–one of her favorites, going back to childhood when she’d taken piano lessons–and, after getting approval from Gerald, put it on the turntable.


    The music was soft and dreamy, evoking the romance of neenth-century Europe. She began swaying to the music, all but inviting Gerald to dance with her. After a few moments he got up and walked stiffly in her direction; then he wrapped his arms around her waist. She flung her arms around his neck and cradled her head just under his chin.


    This went on for fifteen or twenty minutes. The record was almost over, and Gerald had still made no further move, even though Joyce had (brazenly, to her mind) pressed her body so close to his that she could swear she’d felt a bulge emerging in his groin. She almost exploded with frustration. Oh, this infuriating man! Do I have to strip in front of him so that he gets the message?


    She realized that she’d have to take the lead. So she slipped a hand behind her back, took hold of one of Gerald’s hands, and moved it down to her bottom. She held it there for a moment, as if to make absolutely clear what she wanted.


    And yet, even now Gerald did nothing but keep that hand on one of her butt cheeks. He didn’t even give it a squeeze! Now Joyce was kissing the side of his neck, even flicking it with her tongue. And she reached down to the front of Gerald’s pants and confirmed what she’d felt there: a definite bulge, no question about it.


    Atst Gerald took action. With almost agonizing slowness, he undid the zipper of Joyce’s dress (not entirely unlike what her daughter had done before that first date) and pulled it off of her shoulders, so that it fell to the floor. Then he unsped her bra and let her wiggle out of it. For her part, Joyce peeled off Gerald’s suit jacket, and it joined the dress on the floor. But before she could undress him any further, he unexpectedly scooped her up and carried her to the one bedroom in the apartment.


    He ced her tenderly on the bed, then removed her panties. She was now naked, sitting down on the bed and staring up at him. He seemed unable to tear his eyes away from her. Yes, of course he focused on her breasts and her delta, but it seemed he appreciated every part of what she was revealing.


    “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.


    In under a minute he had removed the rest of his clothes. When, with only the slightest hesitation, he whipped off the seriously distorted briefs he’d been wearing, Joyce gasped.


    His erect cock was something close to eight inches, perhaps a bit more.


    She flushed as she instinctivelypared his member to that of her husband. One of the few points of criticism she had about her beloved spouse (one, of course, that she could never articte to him) was that his cock was a bit on the short side. She’d chided herself many times for being so superficial and uncharitable; but she sensed that she’d have nothing toin about with the organ Gerald was disying–the first cock she’d seen in two years.


    He climbed onto the bed, urging her to lie t on her back. And then he proceeded to make love to every inch of her, in a way that hadn’t happened in years–maybe never. He began with her face, pressing hot kisses all over her cheeks and nose and chin and forehead, then moved down and paid serious homage to thoserge breasts of hers, licking and sucking on the hard and erect nipples. Then, while his tongue left a trail of wetness down her stomach, he took in the heady scent of her sex, where her juices were already flowing. He seemed to admire her luxuriant bush, actually rubbing his face back and forth against it in a way that made her giggle.


    Then, parting her legs, he situated his face in front of her pussy and began licking.


    Joyce threw her head back as she gloried in the sensation, although at times she looked down to make sure this was actually happening and wasn’t some crazy fantasy–the sort she’d indulged in when she’d yed with herself after that incredible first date. Gerald had taken her bottom in both hands while he fastened his lips to herbia, licking them inside and out and making them even wetter than before. Joyce became aware that this wasn’t just forey: he was determined to give her the supreme pleasure even before he’d gotten his own. And when he began nuzzling her clitoris, she sensed that the culmination wasn’t far off.


    When that orgasm did emerge, radiating up from her pussy all the way up to her brain, she let out a squeal that was close to a scream. But this time she had no inclination to restrain herself, gazing down fixedly at Gerald as he continued to lick and stroke her, while her legs twitched spasmodically as wave after wave of her climax washed over her.Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.


    Gerald moved up her body andy quietly on top of her, watching her as the remnants of her paroxysm shuddered through her frame. His expression was strangely nk, with just a hint of a self-satisfied smile. But in fact that smile was directed toward her, as if he’d said: I hope I’ve made you happy.


    Then he spoke some words aloud. “May I go into you?”


    What a ridiculous question! Joyce was tempted to cry out, Of course you can, you silly man! But all she said was, “Yes.”


    And so he entered her.


    Joyce’s eyes bulged as she felt that long, thick cock forging slowly but inexorably into her. Both she and Gerald seemed surprised that he had trouble making his way into her–it was almost as if she’dpsed into a virgin state all over again. But her wetness made the process easier, and pretty soon Gerald was in up to the hilt. Joyce couldn’t remember when she’d felt more filled: even with her few bouts with college boys before she’d met Gerald, she’d rarely amodated a cock of this size into herself.


    She sensed that the only thing to do was topse into a kind ofnguid passivity while Gerald did his business. Her orgasm had, in any case, exhausted her more than she expected, so shey motionless as Gerald plowed into her. She did manage to throw her arms around his neck and wrap her legs around his thighs, but that was the extent of her involvement. Gerald, meanwhile, again kissed her all over her face while grabbing her breasts and bottom with questing hands. After a time his thrusts became almost mechanical, and Joyce had the curious sensation that that cock was forging a tunnel all the way up her body.