7. Christening the Penthouse
The softness of her lips spread joy through his whole body. This was what he had been yearning for. He took her face in his hands, his fingers weaving into her hair, and the kiss became deeper and more passionate. He felt her hand reach down towards his cock which was pressing into her hips.
“I want you!” she whispered.
Fred rapidly pulled down his jeans, just as the elevator started to go up. Cara dropped straight to her knees, and started to lap at the tip of his cock.
“I can taste your excitement already, big boy,” she said, grinning up at him, and he watched as she lapped again at another bead of pre-cum.
She slipped her lips over the tip and began to let them slide down his cock. She kept going slowly down until he felt her soft throat closing around him, and then she pushed further, gagging and choking on him, before she pulled her head slowly back. The elevator pinged and the doors opened.
“I have been wanting to do that since I first saw you in The Rock Tavern,” she said, wiping her mouth and smearing her cherry red lipstick across her face. “But now I want to do a lot more.”
“What do you want to do?” Fred croaked, as the elevator doors closed again.
“Well… first I want you to fuck my face as hard as you can, here in this elevator. I want you to come deep in my throat. Take this,” she passed him her pony tail. “Don’t be scared.”
Fred had never fucked anyone’s face before. Elven girls had given him plenty of blowjobs, but it was always a slow, gentle affair, a prelude to the main act, not this passionate woman offering herself to him.
She slipped her lips back over the tip of his cock, and took his hand, showing him how he could move her head back and forth by pulling her ponytail. As he started to move her head, she started to moan, and as he moved faster, she moaned harder.
She really, really likes this, Fred thought. I’d better make the most of it!
When he began to thrust, Cara pushed her face further along his cock, making sure every move made her gag.
In the mirrored walls of the elevator, Fred watched himself thrust into that pretty face, made even prettier by the mess she was willing to become for him.
He pulled out of her throat a little, just to watch more of his shaft as it thrust in and out.
He wanted to remember this moment, and the more he could see of it, the clearer that memory would be.
His thrusts became shorter and faster now.
Cara grabbed his thighs to keep her balance, her long perfect nails pressing hard into his flesh, and this sign of how eager she was for his pleasure made him move even faster.
As his cock finally swelled, making Cara gag even harder, his cum pumped down into her throat, flowing so fast that most of it poured out of the sides of her mouth, trickling down her face and over her immaculate suit.
He started to pull back, but she held him there as his cock continued pulsing, her dark eyes looking up at him in a mix of adoration and exhaustion.
When she finally released him, his cock was still as hard as when she’d first run her lips down it.
“Now, that’s what I like to see!” she purred, pressing the button that released the elevator doors.
They stepped straight out into a marble entrance hall. Cara took Fred by the cock, and lead him just as if she were holding him by the hand.
“Come this way into the kitchen,” she said. “There’s something I want to show you.”
The kitchen was marble too, just like the entrance hall. Cara let go of his cock, took off her jacket, and pulled her dress up over her hips.
“I really don’t like underwear,” she said. “Let me show you how wet that blowjob made me.”
She bounced up onto the marble top of the kitchen island and spread her legs wide, kicking off her high heels.
Apart from a small triangle of hair on her pubis, like an arrow pointing the way in, her pussy was naked.
Her lips were plump and red with excitement and he could see her juices trickling down towards her buttocks.
“Touch me! Please touch me!” she moaned, spreading her lips with eager fingers, her eyes pleading.
Fred stood between her legs, his eyes locked on hers, and pushed his finger gently into her pussy. She let out a moan, and he felt a rush of liquid flow out. He stopped.
“Do you want more?” he asked.
“Oh yes… oh yes… more… fuck me with you finger now.”
She lay down on the marble counter top and shuffled herself back until she could bring her feet up too, giving Fred easy access to her wide open pussy. His cock lurched, as he slid his finger deeper into her.
“Like that?” Fred asked, teasing her.
“Yes, but more.”
“More what, Cara?” he asked, slipping out his finger, and sliding two back in as he spoke. “Can you take more?”
“Oh, yes! More! More!”
Fred slid out his two fingers, which was already a tight fit, and started to slowly, carefully push three fingers in.
“Yes! Oh my God! Yes!”
Now Fred began to thrust, and each time his fingers went deeper in. The slick of Cara’s excitement squelched around his fingers as he fucked her harder and harder. She writhed with pleasure, arching her back and pushing harder into his fingers.
As her moans became more intense, he watched her hand slide down to play with her clit.
“I can do that,” Fred said, his voice gruff, as he pushed her hand out of his way to play with her himself.
One finger danced on her clit as the fingers of his other hand pounded her pussy. Her moans became louder and faster, faster and louder, until her orgasm exploded around his fingers.
When the last twitches had subsided, Fred pulled Cara back into a seated position. She threw her arms round his neck and her legs round his hips, clinging to him.
“Now I’m taking you to the bedroom,” he told her, holding her naked behind in his hand and stepping back from the counter.
“Which one?” she whispered back. “There are five.”
“The one I would fuck you in if I lived here.”
Cara released one arm from around his neck and gestured to a door on the other side of the entrance hall.
When Fred pushed open the door, he was welcomed by yet more marble, though this time there were deep rugs all around the room too. In the middle of the room stood a high, modern, four-poster-bed, decked out in black satin covers.
Fred sat Cara down on the edge of the bed.
“Take that dress off. Let me see your tits,” he ordered.
Cara smiled, as she unzipped the back of her dress, and then pulled it up over her head. As her face disappeared, her breasts were revealed. They weren’t Shandy’s massive orbs, but they were plenty to play with.
Before she could finish taking off the dress, Fred pushed her, and she fell back, gasping with delight.
“I’ve fucked your face already,” Fred growled, standing at the edge of the bed, cock in hand. “Now I’m going to fuck your body.”
There was a satisfying squelch as he thrust his way into the folds of her vagina.
He stopped there to savour the moment. His first bit of Earth pussy.
All of the angst he had felt back home, all of the restrictions, the guilt and the shame, dissolved.
It was like being 70 again, and he felt ready to take on all the pussies on this planet, given the chance.
He reached his hand across Cara’s beautiful, tanned belly, and up to her breasts.
As he ran his hand over her small, hard nipples, she shivered in delight, and he felt her tighten her pussy around him.
“Fuck me,”came a muffled voice from beneath the black fabric.
“Louder.”
“Fuck me, Fred! Fuck me!”
Fred thrust once, deep and hard. Then stopped.
“More! More!” Cara groaned. “Fuck me! Fuck my pussy like I’m not even here!”
Fred had wanted to tease her, but with an invitation like that, it made no sense to resist.
Fred watched as each thrust made her pretty tits bounce. He pounded her pussy, like so many pussies before, listening to her groan.
“More! Harder! Faster!”
For a headless body, she made a lot of noise.
Fred thrust faster and harder until the demands stopped, until the only noise she could make was gasps of pleasure.
He listened to them mounting, listened for the moment that they could go no higher, and swept a finger over her clit.
Her pussy pulsed tight around him, as her body arched and shook, and he kept thrusting.
As she started to relax again, he rubbed on her clit just enough to make her come again.
He had blown such a load down her throat that he could keep this up for hours if he wanted.
He made her come again and again, until finally she lay completely limp.
He pulled out and shot his pleasure all over her breasts, and belly, over the dress that covered her face.
It was a beautiful sight to see his seed all over this woman he had met only that day.
This was the man he had been before the stresses and strains of life took it all away. Maybe he could become that man again.
He lay down next to her as she pulled her dress back down over her spunk-spattered body. Her makeup was smeared all over her face, and her hair had gone from sleek to wild and fluffy. Yet she grinned, staring up at the ceiling, her eyes shining with pure joy.
“I’ll take it,” he whispered in her ear.
“What? Oh! The apartment? Oh! But you’ve only seen the kitchen and the bedroom!”
“I’ll take it. I trust you. And I’ll take you.”
Fred rolled himself on top of Cara, being careful not to crush her, and began to gently kiss her soft lips again. She groaned contentedly beneath him. He could get used to this.
He rolled back off her and she sat up, shuffling to the edge of the bed, getting ready to go.
“Can’t you stay?” Fred asked. “It’s my home now, and you’re welcome to spend the night.”
“Well, technically, it’s not your home yet… there’s paperwork to be done,” Cara laughed. “We can come back tomorrow if you like though. I can give you the rest of the tour and you can sign all the appropriate forms.”
Cara slipped her shoes back on and stood at the mirror.
“I’m such a mess!” she giggled.
“I like you that way.”
“Shall I drive you back to The Rock Tavern like this? Would you like that?”
Fred came up behind her, lifted her skirt, and stroked her smooth behind, before giving it a little slap.
“I’d like that, and keep your skirt up round your hips too. I might want to play.”
Back in the car park, Fred’s body tingled with the memory of the earlier confrontation. Cara scanned the car park for further threats, as she lowered her bare arse into the driving seat. Her long, naked, brown legs, messy hair and smeared make up made his cock twitch back to life again.
As they pulled out of the car park, Fred began to creep his fingers up Cara’s thigh. He grinned at her as she kept her eyes firmly on the road.
“So… are these car things easy to control? Would it take me long to be allowed to drive one myself?” he asked, as if his fingers weren’t working their way up to her pussy.
“Errr… it takes a while to learn… and there’s a test… and… and…”
His finger was on her clit now, and he could see her desperately trying to stay in control.
Fred turned to face the traffic, his finger still working away. The vehicles around them made loud, braying noises, he saw anger in the face of one driver, hurtling towards him, and a young person on a two-wheeled metal device slammed their hand on the glass.
He curled his finger past her clit and into the folds of her pussy. She shifted her hips, allowing him to push his finger deep inside her.
“Oh Fred! Fred!” she gasped, thrusting into him while continuing to manoeuvre through the city streets. “I can’t… I can’t…”
Before she could finish her sentence, flashing blue lights lit up the interior of the car.
But Fred continued.
“Fred…” Cara breathed. “Fred…”
Fred turned his head, to find Cara’s eyes wind open in fright, not ecstasy.
“Stop! We have to pull over!” she gasped.
She slid her car through the rows of traffic, and when they stopped, she hurriedly tried to get her skirt down over her pussy, just about succeeding as there was a rap at her car door.
“A bit distracted were you there, miss?” A stern but amused woman’s face appeared at the window. “Do you have your driving license?”
Cara dug around in her handbag and pulled out a card.
“Right… after what I just saw, and I’m sure plenty of cameras captured too… I am going to have to fine you, for careless driving, and you will get some penalty points too.”
Fred watched on, bemused. What authority did the woman at the window have? Why did Cara not just drive off? What were all the pieces of paper passing back and forth, the beeps on the machines? Even more confusing, why were the two women being so very friendly to each other?
When the stranger walked away, Cara sat, staring straight ahead.
“That will make 12 points in just under three years…” she whispered. “I can’t do my job if I can’t drive…”
“You can’t drive? I just saw you drive, right?”
“I mean I won’t be allowed to drive anymore! I messed up a few too many times…”
“Can I do anything to help?”
“Not unless you can learn to drive!”
They spent the rest of the journey in silence. Fred rehearsed things he could say to lighten the mood, but each time he held back, watching how Cara’s confident moves had become jolting and awkward. He had only known her a couple of hours, but he already knew she wasn’t herself.
“Look, Fred, it was nice to meet you,” Cara sighed as she dropped him back at The Rock Tavern. “I won’t come in,” she said, gesturing at the mess of lipstick across her face. “Call me, okay? I need you to sign some documents.”
Fred leant over and planted a kiss on Cara’s cheek before climbing out of the car. This was not how he had hoped to say goodbye. Suddenly, his next great romance was nothing but a business deal.