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"Right th... She stopped as she saw the smile in his eyes. "Your cock," she said, now relishing the word in her mouth. She stepped so close to him that her breasts were almost touching him. She looked directly into his eyes and said, "Please let me put my hand on your cock."
By way of an answer he took her hand and placed it where his had been. He continued holding her gaze as he placed his hand over hers and showed her what to do.
Marie could not believe what she was doing with this man. She felt as if she had a fever. Standing there in her bra and panties, stroking Bob the...Robert, she corrected herself. Stroking Robert's cock through his pants. Watching his face tighten with the pleasure that she was giving him. Oh, I'm such a slut, she thought.
Then she said it again to herself: I'm such a slut. I'm such a slut. I'm such a slut.
She murmured it to herself. "I'm such a slut."
Robert's eyes, which had been half-closed, opened. "What?"
She hadn't meant for him to hear it. Maybe. But she said it again, louder, looking at him. "I'm such a slut."
That smile again. "Are you? Would you like me to call you that?"
Her response came without the slightest pause for thought. "Yes. Please call me a slut."
"Very well. Keep stroking my cock...you nasty little slut."
Ohhh, it sounded so much dirtier when he said it! She sped up the rhythm of her hand. She was incredibly aroused...and she wanted more.
As if reading her mind he said, "Is there anything else you want, slut?"
At that moment she completely surrendered to her desires. She stopped stroking him and stood back a little. She took a deep breath.
"Yes. I want...to be naked with you," she said, enunciating her words carefully as if she were slightly drunk. "I want you to touch me. Teach me. Please."
He closed his eyes for a moment, and almost seemed to purr. "Mmmmm." Then he opened them and said, "Well, since you ask so nicely...which way is your bedroom?"
She took him by the hand and practically dragged him there.
Her bedroom was her secret girly place-all pinks and ruffles and stuffed animals-the part of herself she had never shown to anyone. She kept the filmy fabric of her curtains closed so that even on the brightest days there was always an atmosphere of twilight there. And now, when it really was close to the end of the day, the light was even more hazy and diffused. She stopped in the middle of the room, still holding Robert's hand. Her heart was beating fast and she was frightened, but she was also savoring a moment she had dreamed about: standing in her bedroom with a man who desired her.
Slowly, timidly, she turned to face him. The light made him seemed to glow-his gray suit, his whitish hair and beard. He stood quietly for a moment, then slowly raised his free hand and traced the outline of her mouth with a fingertip. "Believe it or not," he said softly, "the first thing I noticed about you was your mouth. At the meeting this morning... There's something about your mouth that...contradicts everything else about you."
And with that he dropped his hand to her shoulder and pulled her to him.
He kissed her. And for the longest time that's all he did. He held her pressed against him so tightly that she could easily still feel his erection, but his hands didn't wander from her lower back, and many moments went by before she felt his tongue insinuate itself between her lips. She opened her mouth to him greedily, reveling in the feel and taste of him, the way he explored her mouth, both bold and delicate.
More. She wanted more.
When at last he ended there kiss he smiled at her affectionately, as if they had been lovers for months and this was a familiar prelude. He glanced over her shoulder at something, then took her hand and led her over there.
To the full-length mirror on her bathroom door.
Marie hated her mirror.