Beth sat on the edge of the bed with her hands in her lap.
“I want to watch you,” she said.
“Watch me what?”
“Undress,” she said. “I haven’t watched a man undress in a long time.
“Well,” he said, “who am I to deprive you.”
He unbuttoned his shirt, removed it, then undid his belt and pants, letting them drop to the floor, bunching around his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them away. Last, he slid his underwear down to his ankles and stepped out of them.
“Oh, my,” she said, when he stood up. He didn’t have to look down to know that he was fully erect. The sight and smell of her had done that to him, and kissing her had inflamed him, even more.
“Come here,” she said.
He stepped to her and stood in front of her. She ran her hands along the outside of his thighs, then the inside, and finally took his hard cock between her palms.
“It’s so … pretty,” she said. “My husband’s is … well, ugly.” She took it in her fist, moved her hand up and down. “It’s so smooth. Ben’s is … veiny. And it’s … hot.”
She leaned forward, pressed her cheek to his hot column of flesh.
”Oh yes,” she said, rubbing him against her cheek. “I want to feel you.”
“You are,” he said, enjoying the sensation.
“No,” she said, “in my mouth.”
Before he could say anything she parted her lips and engulfed him. She slid him in and out of her mouth, enjoying the way his smooth, hot skin felt. As she continued he grew wetter and wetter, and started to move his hips in unison with the suction of her mouth.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, sucking him more and more avidly. He reached down to take her breasts in his hands. Not only were they almost the size of ripe peaches, but they were as firm. His thumbs found the nipples hard, and flicked them, causing her to moan again.
“All right,” he said, reaching down to grasp her beneath her arms, “up we go.”
“Mmmmm, no,” she said, as his penis slid from her mouth.
“Up on the bed,” Clint said. “How much time do we have?”
She slid back on the bed and said, “A couple of hours.”
“Where does your family think you are?”
“Working on a dress in the back of the General Store,” she said. “I often do that.”
“All right then,” he said, “there’s no real hurry, is there?”
“I’m just … anxious.”
He slid his hand over the flesh of her belly, felt it tremble.
“I can tell,” he said.
She caught her breath as he moved his hand down lower, between her legs. He stroked her inner thighs, then moved his hand directly to her crotch. Her pubic hair was also honey-colored, but darkened because it was moist from her wet vagina. He touched her with his middle finger, causing her to gasp, and then slid his finger into her hot steaminess.
“Oh God,” she said, arching her back.
He smiled at her, leaned down to kiss her breasts and nibble at her hard nipples while he moved his finger in and out of her.
He kissed her neck and shoulders, and then became impatient, himself. Sliding down he positioned himself between her legs, removing his finger and replacing it with his tongue. As soon as the tip of his tongue touched her she gasped and arched her back again.
“Oh God,” she said, as he continued to lick her, “yes, oh yes …”
He slid his hands beneath her to cup her buttocks and lifted her to his mouth. She had a taste all her own that he had never encountered with another woman, much like her smell. And, if anything, she grew even wetter, soaking his face and the sheet beneath them.
Finally, he withdrew and slid up over her, pressed the tip of his penis to her wetness. He had intended to enter her gently, but his own ardor caught up with him and he rammed his penis into her.
Her eyes went wide and she cried out, almost as if in pain.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“Oh God,” she said, wrapping her arms and kegs around him, “I’m just fine!”
Later they were lying in each other’s arms when Clint said, “You have to leave soon.”
“I know. But I don’t want to.”
“Your family is waiting.”
She slid her hand down between his legs to grasp him. Immediately, he started to respond.
“I see you’re not ready for me to go, either.”
“Beth,” he said, reaching down and grasping her hand, “this wasn’t right to begin with. Let’s not make it worse by having your husband come looking for you.”
She brought her hand up from beneath the sheet with his and kissed the back of his.
“All right,” she said, swinging her legs out of bed, “but we’re going to do this again.”
He watched as she got dressed, and she knew he was watching so she went slowly. By the time she was done he was fully hard again and ready to take her back into bed. He reached for her, but she skirted away.
“Oh, no,” she said, “you’re the one who made me get up. It’s too late now.”
She went to the door, then turned back to him.
“I’d kiss you goodbye, but I’m afraid you’d pull me back into bed.”
“You’re right.”
“Get a good night’s sleep,” she said. “What are you doing tomorrow?”
He didn’t want to tell her about the note from Restin, so he said, “I’m not sure.”
“Then maybe I’ll see you.”
“Maybe.”
She started to open the door, then asked, “You won’t leave town without seeing me, will you?”
“I promise,” he said, “I won’t leave town without saying goodbye.”
“That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” she said, and slipped out of the room.