Chapter Two #3
She could feel his heart thumping beneath her cheek.
The hot water was hitting them from all sides as she stood there getting her breath back.
“I never,” she began, “in all the years I’ve been married got the kind of pleasure from Jeff that I’m getting from you.
I wasn’t even certain this kind of pleasure really existed except in the minds of romance novelists.
But you’re right. I’m so afraid you’ll come before me that I climax too quickly.
We’ve got to work on that, Kyle. It’s my fantasy, after all. ”
“We’re going to, darling, and won’t it be fun,” he answered with a grin.
“Let’s get out of here,” Nora said. “I’m starting to prune. And I do believe that I’m ready for Rolf, my masseur, now.”
“Shameless and insatiable,” Kyle chuckled as they stepped from the shower.
“The two qualities I like best in a woman. Here.” He handed her one of the large towels.
“Dry off while I call down for Rolf.” He wrapped a towel about his lean loins, and walking across the floor, he picked up the cell from its wall cradle, speaking softly into it.
Nora wrapped her hair in the towel he had given her, taking another to dry herself off.
She felt so alive. She had been fucked three times in what?
An hour? Two hours? She had absolutely no conception of time here.
Did it matter? How long could this last, and could she order The Channel again whenever she wanted it?
Surely they didn’t put a limit on something as wonderful as this.
That would be too cruel. She wondered if Kyle knew.
“Rolf will be right up,” Kyle said, coming across the heated floor from the phone, and toweling himself as he walked. “Turn around, and I’ll get your back, baby.”
“Can I order The Channel whenever I want it?” Nora asked him. “I mean, do they put a limit on it?”
“Not that I’ve ever heard,” he responded. “Does that mean you want to come back?” He slid his hands around to cup her breasts, teasing the nipples, which responded immediately to his touch.
“Hell,” Nora said, “I don’t ever want to leave. Stop, or I’m going to go down on you, Kyle. You’re getting me all hot again.”
“Hi there!” A voice with an Austrian accent.
They turned to see a blond man standing in the wide doorway of the bathroom.
“I’m Rolf. Shall we do it here, or in the bedroom?” He was carrying a folded table with him, and had a pouch slung across his barrel chest.
Nora’s eyes wandered boldly over the young man.
Medium height. Muscled, but not ugly muscles.
A stocky hard body. Blue eyes. Rosy cheeks.
Naked. She licked her lips. Well, hell, they were naked too.
It made it all so much easier. His genitals were very nicely formed, and she admired them.
Rolf would do a lot more than just give her a massage, and she found she could hardly wait.
“Set your table up in here,” she told him.
“Kyle, darling, why don’t you take a break. ”
“Don’t I get to watch?” he demanded.
“Do you want to watch?” she teased him. God! This was so exciting.
“Only if you want me to,” he countered, but she could tell he did.
“I’ll call you when I want you, then,” Nora told him. She was in charge here, and she wanted to punish him just a little because she could. The jealousy she saw flare in his eyes gave her a great sense of satisfaction.
Rolf set up his table near the bathing pool. Taking a pale peach-colored percale sheet from his pouch, he flipped it over the table. “Let’s start you on your back,” he told her, helping her up onto the table. “Ever had a massage before?”
“I’m a virgin,” she told him provocatively.
The blue eyes danced. “I’m very good with virgins,” he replied. “Close your eyes now, and let me do my thing, sweetie.”
“Are you?” she answered him boldly.
“So I’ve been told. You be the judge, Nora. If I’m a bad boy, you can spank me,” he teased. “Gardenia or almond oil? I’ve got both.”
“Gardenia.” She closed her eyes as ordered, and imagined Rolf bent over the couch in the living room while she spanked him with a hairbrush, turning those plump white cheeks pink.
It was something to think about, and where in the name of heaven were these lascivious thoughts coming from?
Nora wondered. “Oh, that feels good,” she told him as his hand began to knead and smooth her shoulders.
“I’ve only just begun,” he responded. “It’s going to get better and better before I’m all through with you.” He was behind her, slicking the scented oil over her skin.
How was it possible that she could feel all of this?
She was deep into a fantasy, yet she not only felt but smelled the oil.
And she certainly had all her other senses intact as well.
Why was she questioning how it was possible?
It actually made her brain hurt. Just relax and enjoy it, she told herself.
She pushed the confused thought away, and concentrated on the hands with their supple fingers that were now digging into the aching muscles of her shoulders and neck.
She hadn’t realized before now just how sore those muscles were.
While she had never enjoyed the delights of a massage, she instinctively knew that Rolf had a great talent for it.
Did she want him to have other talents? She smiled to herself. Oh, yes, she did!
She was relaxing beneath the skilled touch.
His hands were now working on her left arm and hand.
My God, Nora thought, if this is my fantasy, how long and how deep has it been buried in my imagination?
This is one helluva daydream, but I love it!
I’ve been married so very long. I married too young.
I put aside everything I wanted to be the perfect wife and mother.
And what did I want? It’s been so long I don’t know, if I ever did.
Jeff has the morals of a mink and the ethics of a weasel.
My kids are to all intents and purposes grown and gone. I’m all alone.
“Stop thinking!” Rolf’s voice barked, piercing her consciousness.
“You’re starting to tense up again, sweetie.
” He was finishing her right arm, and now his hands moved to smooth oil over her chest. His fingers closed about her breasts.
“Nice pair,” he observed, squeezing lightly.
“Round, firm, and big nipples, kinda like blown roses.”
“I’m not going to relax if you keep doing that,” Nora laughed up at him. “Oh, that is sooo nice, Rolfie!” Her nipples puckered, and a shiver ran down her backbone as his thumbs rubbed insistently at the soft flesh.
“This isn’t about sex,” he scolded her. “I’m here to give you a nice massage, sweetie. Now stop thinking with your cunt, and I’ll get on with my job.”
“But don’t you want to—” She didn’t get to finish the sentence.
“Sure I do,” he answered her, “but not yet. First a nice massage and then …” Leaning over, he grinned engagingly into her face. “Now, shut up, and let me do one of the two things I do best.”
“Do I get to guess the other?” she murmured mischievously.
Lord! She hadn’t had so much fun in years.
She hadn’t ever had so much fun. And it wasn’t just the sex.
She was being admired as a beautiful woman.
She was being spoken with as an intelligent being.
If nothing more happened this night, she would be content.
No! She most certainly would not be! This was fun.
Sex was fun. And she had never really believed it until Kyle had shown her earlier.
She had enjoyed every moment with him. She was going to enjoy little Rolfie too before the evening was over. Whenever that was.
And Kyle was going to watch. He had shown a delicious dash of jealousy earlier, and she wanted him jealous.
Jealousy by a man, for her, wasn’t something she had ever experienced.
She had liked it. It made her feel powerful, and power, Nora realized, was almost as good as sex.
She contemplated Kyle watching as Rolfie fucked her.
Imagining him wanting her even as another man had her was exciting.
Her own desires began to stir again, and she murmured.
Rolf’s hands had finally departed her bosom, which felt firmer as his fingers moved away to slide over her belly.
Tonight she possessed a belly only slightly rounded, and not pulled out of shape by childbirth and too many years of comfort eating.
The pressure of his facile hands was stimulating, particularly when he pressed the heel of one palm down on her pubic bone.
A jolt of sensation shot through her, and her eyes flew open. “Oh!”
“Eyes closed!” he ordered her sharply. “You don’t want to look.
Just sense, sweetie.” He cupped her cunt with the same hand.
His fingers played gently with her labia, rubbing oil into the twin lower lips with a light touch.
A finger slipped between her moist nether lips, finding her clitoris.
He used the ball of that finger to rub the tiny sentient bit of flesh until she began to squirm with her rising pleasure.
Bringing her to a quick clitoral orgasm, he moved on and began to massage her thighs.