Women Study
Part IX
Finale
Deborah and I exchanged lots of phone calls, not so much for planning, but for moral support. She was worried and nervous and I was nervous and worried. We wouldn't be able to be together before Friday so any physical comforting or reassurance was out of the question. What can I say, we blew a lot of kisses to each other over the phone.
We decided to have our second session at my house. It gave us some freedom we didn't have at the hotel, If there were going to be a "Reveal" I would much rather have it happen in familiar territory.
One of the hitches in the plan was that both Deborah and Bowen needed to be at the University on Friday. There was an inter-departmental meeting that was mandatory. Ordinarily, Bowen would not have needed him to be there but all of the other women in the department were unavailable for one reason or another. Bowen, essentially, got stuck taking the notes. Whatever the timing, though, it was a chinch Bowen would be home way before Deborah.
The problem with this was not so much Bowen as Deborah. Bowen could come home directly from school; Deborah had to hie herself to the salon for the freshening of her henna tattoos, application of her false nail and polish, and make-up. I estimated she had about an hour and a half to do her prep. She had her sexy costume, such as it was--and some toys--ready in a "ho" bag in her car. She would change at the salon, wear a long coat, and have a ride service drop her off at my place so nobody would recognize her car. Oh, and I told her to wear non-descript shoes so she wouldn't be outed by somebody who might recognize her high-end designer shoe style.
Now, it sounds ridiculous to think that someone is going to ride around in car with a balaclava on their head so, Deborah would have to be sans mask until she got to our door and I had to keep Bowen occupied so he couldn't peek out and see Deborah don her mask. I told Deborah to text me upon her arrival in the driveway, and I would preoccupy Bowen while she prepared to make her entrance.
Paranoid? What can I say? There's lots of "a-gley" in the details.
I got a text from Deborah "D/W" (Driveway). I shouted to Bowen, "Bowen, did you put the bottles of water in the room? Check again! Did you hear me? Check again!"
I opened the front door and Deborah was there in her coat putting on her balaclava, just pushing the last wisps of her curly under the knitted fabric. I gave her kiss on the forehead, hardly worth it as the yarn came between my lips and her forehead. I would have given her a regular kiss but I didn't want to mess up her lipstick. Once inside, Deborah took of her coat, slipped out of her shoes, we headed up stairs to our "play room" with Deborah in bra, panties, and of course her balaclava, toting her "ho" bag.
I had a sweat "ensemble" on, pants and shirt; Bowen was wearing a "Vote for____" t-shirt and cargo pants. The cargo pants appalled me. They were old, worn, and out of style but Bowen loved to wear them around the house. Plus, he said, "Hey! They are easy to take off! Why complain?" He knows me all too well.
Let the games begin!
The first thing Debora did was to walk over to Bowen, snag the front of his t-shirt with her finger, and pull his head down to her level. Remember, he's a foot taller that she is. She planted a kiss full on this mouth and, through the balaclava, worked her tongue in to his mouth. I almost called "Time", the kiss lasted so long. I was so interested in Debora's kissing that I failed to see that, with her free hand, she had unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped Bowen's cargo pants. They slipped off his hips and dropped around his ankles; he wasn't wearing wear so his limp cock hung between his legs for all to see. Deborah dropped to her knees and inserted his flaccid member into her mouth, cupping his balls in her hand as she did so. When Bowen's cock sprang to life, she stopped sucking on it, pointed to the chair, giving the signal to "SIT". Bowen sat with what could only be describe as an astonished look on his face.
Deborah then turned around to face me. She put both of her hands underneath the front of my sweatshirt and moved them up, palms against my skin, until she had one breast in each hand. Bowen hadn't put any underwear on and neither did; my no-bra condition made it a lot easier to do that. Looking me in the face Deborah manipulated my breasts, a little forcefully actually. Then she started pinching my nipples, teasing them until they became erect. She lifted the front of my sweatshirt up, moved her face against my breasts, and then dropped my shirt so it covered her head. Wrapping her arms around my waist, she pressed my breasts against her so that a nipple was in her mouth. Her lips kissed and sucked it, her teeth and tongue teased it, and I felt that lovely "zing" shoot through my body. She moved to my other breast and repeated her play with that nipple, "zing" again! She moved back and forth from one breast to the other, a minute on one, a minute on the other. The "zings" where making me weak in the knees.
In one easy movement, she turned me toward the bed, backed me into it, and nudged me until I was sitting on its sitting on its edge. All of this was more than vaguely reminiscent of the first time we had sex in Room 1414 but there was a wrinkle. She pulled my sweatshirt off over my head and tossed at Bowen who was sitting on the chair watching, dick in hand. She knelt down in front of me and tugged my sweatpants off of me and threw those at Bowen, too. She lifted each of my legs and pulled my silly rubber flip-flops of my feet. I was naked, Deborah was still clothed, albeit scantily.
She raised one of my feet up to her mouth and, while looking up at me, began to kiss and caress it, massaging it in the process. One by one, she inserted my toes between her lips. She sucked them firmly and teased them with her tongue, one by one. She repeated the process with my other foot. Feet are sensitive, sensuous, and sexy. I think I have cute feet, sexy feet; I have been told that more than once. I keep my feet clean and get frequent pedicures. And it is a good thing that I treat my feet right. If Debora was going to pick a pair of feet suck on, I think mine were among the best. And I'm glad, too. It was a new experience for me. It added some " MMMM" to the "zing"!
So now, if you remember Room 1414, Act I, you are thinking that Deborah is going down on me. Not so fast! She got up, turned and walked over to Bowen in the chair. Off came her bra and down came her panties. Balaclava naked, there stood Deborah in front of Bowen. Facing him, she sat down on his lap but far enough back so his stiff cock didn't enter her vagina. She wrapped her hands around his now rock-hard penis and pressed against her pubic hair, teasing. At the same time she leaned forward offering her breasts to Bowen. He didn't have to think very long before he was working on Debora's nipples, giving the same treatment that Deborah and given mine under my sweatshirt. Debora, eyes closed, was moving in rhythm with Bowens caresses to her breasts.
Then she stopped, abruptly, all at once. Stood up, leaned over, and licked the head of Bowen's penis, the slick beginnings of cum that had risen to the top. No blow job, just a lick...a tease.
