Beverly was sitting casually on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, legs crossed at the ankles, supporting her upper body with one locked-elbow arm, an expression of apprehensive fascination on her face. Her lean angular body was exciting to me even as she was dressed in a tan shirtwaist closed with dark brown buttons from hem to collar. She commented that she had never done anything like this before and asked me if I had. "Sorta," I had told her. She replied that she would like to hear about that sometime.
I pointed at her chest and asked her to open the two top buttons of her dress. After she did I asked her to open one more. "Now five buttons in five minutes," I had said to her pointing to the bottom button at the hem of her dress. I wasn't watching the clock but I saw her glance at it frequently. It seemed like a very long time until the skirt of her dress parted and I could see the bare skin of her thighs above the dark tops of her stockings.
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"What's that for," she had asked as I stood across the bed from her.
"It helps me to not come so fast because my testicles can't ascend toward my body as they want to when I near orgasm," I explained to her as I drew the shoestring tight, pulling the ends of the leather strap together. Then I tied the string in a bowknot. My testicles bulged below the strap, trapped in the taught scrotum. "It's called a Slocum... get it... slow cum."
"That's sooo bad," she said with a mixture of amusement and chagrin on her face.
I returned her smile and said, "Sorry."
"What if I reached over and untied it during the twenty minutes," she asked with a mischievous grin.
"Automatic default," I shot back at her. "I would demand carnal knowledge of you immediately."
"Then I better not do that, huh," she said smiling.
I was half sitting, half-lying in the center of the bed with a couple of pillows under my upper back and head. I had stroked my penis for almost ten minutes before I began to get hard. I knew I would be inhibited and I was very pleased when I was erect enough to penetrate her. There was a quiver in my voice when I asked her, "Start time?" She nodded and looked at the digital alarm clock on the bedside stand.
I issued my first non-word sound. It was kind of a grunt. I continued to announce the intense pleasure I was experiencing while I tantalized just the head of my swollen dick. There were moans and growls and whimpers. Then I sensed I was too close to orgasm so I stopped stroking myself and waited for the eye of my dick to close. When it was completely closed I glanced at her before I added a couple of drops of baby oil to the head of my penis and began stroking just the head. I moaned and growled my pleasure as the head began to swell and the eye opened again. I stopped and started several more times making long eye contacts with her.
"I never expected to get so turned on just watching... and the sounds you make," she said gazing at the clock. "Can't you do it without making noise," she asked.
"Yeah, I can but I'm not going to... ahgggg, uhhhhh," I told her. "With sounds we touch each other, with sights we touch each other", I added. "Time to join me, ooooh."
"Okay, " she agreed quickly as though she had been waiting for me to tell her to begin. She stood up and moved away from me, turned and backed up against the dresser across from the foot of the bed. Spreading her legs, she slid her right hand inside the champagne-colored string bikini. I saw the dark stain in the crotch of her panties where the excitement had begun to ooze out of her. As she began stroking herself her body bent slightly forward and the frown on her face turned to pleasure the way the sun comes from behind a cloud to bathe the land in brightness. The sight of those long legs and her hand moving excited me.
"Why don't you just take'em offffaah?" I groaned at her.
"I'm sorry I'm so shy, I will for the next one," she hissed.
"Ahhhoooh!," I moaned nearly stimulating myself to the point of no return. I watched the pleasure build in herher eyes were wide and her jaw was clenched, accentuating her high cheekbones. The veins and tendons of her long neck were strained against her skin and a flush began to crawl toward her face. I saw the gooseflesh bloom on the front and insides of her bare thighs above her stocking tops. Half standing, half sitting she had her first orgasm in less than two minutes. The expression on her face could have been one of agony but I knew it was ecstasy. She made no sound.
With grace she began to move to her left toward the bathroom door. I implored her, "take off your panties, come onto me, let me fill you with my love."
"No, we cannot touch," she breathed as she twisted sideways to assure she was out of my reach. She moved into the bathroom and partially closed the door. When she swung the door open her dress and panties were gone. She was still wearing her bra, garterbelt, stockings and medium heel shoes. She closed the toilet seat lid, settled onto it and spread her legs. Her rich brown eyes burned into me as I lay on the bed experiencing my own intense pleasure. Her hand moved down between her legs so her fingers could scoop up some of her juice to lubricate her clit. She was watching her fingers work between her legs and surprised herself with a squeal. Then she looked up at me, realizing that her noise had been during the silence between my moans of pleasure.
"Look at me when you come so our souls can touch," I urged. She agreed with a nod.
Her second climax came quickly after that. Her whole body quivered and then she became absolutely still. I watched the gooseflesh form on her thighs. She was not breathing. Then finally she screeched "aaahee! It was hard to see her eyes from that distance because she had not turned on the light in the bathroom. There was however, an intensity that came off her and nearly washed me over the edge into orgasm.
It was as if my moans and cries of pleasure finally began to draw her to me. She again sat on the bed on the side away from me, near my left leg. Her left leg was bent and resting on the bed, her right foot still on the floor. Her right hand was gently stroking her pleasure marble and I could see the beginning of another rolling, sweeping climax on her face. "Only been seven minutes," she whispered as she gazed at the clock.
I held my left arm out toward her with my wrist bent back to show her the palm of my hand.
"Stop, you waaant me to stop?" she breathed.
"No, touch my hand. I want to hold your hand while you come," I replied.
She shook her head slowly from side to side and said, "Can't touch."
"Pleeeeze," I moaned at her.
"Just hands," she admonished as she touched her palm to mine and interlaced her fingers between mine. I watched the tension build in her body. Her eyes were fixed on mine when the ecstasy washed across her face and rolled through her body. "Oh, ooh, oooh, gooooad!" she moaned as her hand tightened in mine. Her nails dug into my hand with more intensity than I had ever felt on the mountain.
Over a period of weeks I had trained her to hold out her hand palm up so I could place some thought or feeling into her hand. I had tried to give her something worthwhile each time in the words I spoke but part of the ritual was just touching her, connecting with her for a few moments. And always there was the hardness of her nails.
A minute or so later she reached over with her left hand and pulled on the shoestring holding the leather strap tight around the base of my scrotum. I felt the pressure release and groaned at her, "You remember what I told you about doing that?"
"Yes, of course I do," she replied as she knee walked onto the bed until she was straddling my hips and lowered herself onto me. I slid up into her easily, savoring her warm sheath as it encased my yearning cock. There was a look of surprise on her face as she drew a sharp breath through her open mouth. "Oh lord, you have me now," she moaned
"As you doooo meee," I groaned back at her. I thrust up into her several times. Every square millimeter of my shaft and head was in contact with the beautiful containment of her cunt. "Take off your bra...please," I moaned to her as I continued the slow thrusting. Her body swayed slightly as her hands went behind her back. I rammed up into her believing I could dislodge the now slack bra from her body. I reached up and pulled the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. I knew it was difficult for her. Long ago I had sensed that she wished her breasts were larger. I glimpsed her nipples and then moved my eyes to hers. She was staring straight ahead. "You're beautiful. And I love you," I groaned at her. She dropped her eyes to meet mine and a small smile spread across her face. When I gently gripped her nipples her eyes closed and her mouth fell open in an expression of pure delight.
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It all started when a conversation with Beverly drifted into the area of sexual satisfaction one day. I asked her if she ever thought of me while she was in the shower and gave herself a few flicks of the clit while she was washing herself. She acted duly shocked drawing in a huge audible breath through her open mouth.
"You're outrageous," she scolded.
'"Yeah, I know," I responded. There was silence between us for several seconds and then I said, "Well, do you?"
"I'm not going to answer that," she sniffed.
"I notice you're not denying it," I smiled back at her. "That's what the law calls a tacit admission, your lack of denial. So you're in the seventy percent and not the thirty- percent group. I very much appreciate you not lying to me," I added.
"Seventy percent, thirty percent what?" she asked.
