Charley (9 page)

When he opened his lips, I gradually opened mine to receive him. He kissed me gently with his lips softly caressing mine. He opened his mouth and let his teeth gently nibble on my lower lip. All I could do was press my lips tighter to his, to return the passion that seeped from his lips. I edged my tongue between my lips and tentatively pressed it to his. He eagerly opened up and released his tongue against mine. With our lips still locked together, our eager tongues met. Like new lovers, we circled each other touching, teasing and getting to know the contours of our new love.

He pulled back his tongue momentarily. I wasn’t ready to surrender the pleasure of his tongue lightly teasing mine. I impulsively reached for his head to pull him back. He came back willingly and my tongue exploded past his wet lips and into his mouth searching for him. I totally lost it.

PJ pulled back from my lips and began laughing. I must have looked bewildered, because he quickly pulled me to his chest and whispered. “Charley, how long has it been?”

I realized I had attacked him like he did me this afternoon and I smiled. “Too long … really … too long!”

Leaning back against the booth, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me. “You are the real thing,” I quietly sighed, almost to myself. 

His kisses were soft and passionate and they were hard and demanding at the same time. It didn’t matter. I would have been content to spend the whole evening in his arms, with his lips awakening feelings in me that had lain dormant too long. Feelings that I had forgotten I had.

I was so focused on his lips caressing my face, my ears and my lips, that I was a little startled when his large hand rested softly on my breast, neither unwelcomed nor unwanted. He didn’t stop showering me with kisses, but the emphasis changed. I lay back against the booth, with my head resting on top of the short back, my neck exposed and begging for his touch. My arms rested lightly on his shoulders. I softly stroked his wide shoulders and upper back. I was totally open to his loving kisses and his caresses and anything else he wanted to do. God, I needed his kisses! I felt a chill ripple through my body as his tongue left my lips and traced a path over my chin, down my neck to the top of my breasts. With his huge hands, he cupped them and squeezed them together. My arms tightened onto his shoulders and pulled them to me.

Take it off PJ! Now! 

This attention was everything I anticipated. My breasts responded to the passion building within me. My tender nipples came alive with this intoxicating stimulation. PJ’s hand was now on the outside of my blouse and as he massaged my nipples into full erection a fleeting memory rushed to my consciousness …

I was just fifteen when a boy first touched me. Bobby Wagner was sixteen and oh-so-cute; tall, with short curly black hair. We had been flirting at school for several weeks; one afternoon he pulled me under the stairwell and kissed me. I didn’t think twice when he asked me out. He had persuaded his dad to let him use the car, so this would be my first date without a parent driving. Parking at the Ringgold drive-in that Saturday night, Bobby said. ‘Slide over here with me.’  I snuggled next to him and rested my hand on his knee, and he put his arm around me and squeezed. I had no idea what was playing on the screen, I just wanted to be kissed again. After a few minutes I realized what else I wanted. I wanted Bobby Wagner to squeeze my breast just like the men did in the novels and magazines which I had hidden under my bed.

“I won’t go inside your bra,” he whispered in my excited ear and before I could protest, he placed his hand over my breast.

I reached my hand to his hand, thinking I was going to remove it. But when I touched him, I hesitated and instead I squeezed his hand and pressed it tighter to me. The magazines didn’t even come close to explaining how great it felt. For the first time I felt wet with response.

Once PJ touched me on the outside of my blouse, the same excitement and chill washed over me, and an involuntarily tremor swept through me, just as it had done at the Ringgold drive-in.

I knew where he was going, and damn, I was ready for him. I wanted to yell at him.
‘I’m not fifteen anymore. I’m a grown woman! I don’t want this slow approach. I want you now!’
But the words couldn’t make it past my heavy breathing and moans. All I could say was ‘PJ’ as I reached to cover his hands and press them tighter on my chest.

He couldn’t hear my silent plea, and I suspect he wouldn’t have hurried if he’d known what I was thinking. I began to realize, while he was pleasuring me, that PJ was also working through his own feelings. I sensed a hesitation from him, although he continued using his big hands alternately to gently massage or squeeze my breasts fiercely with desire. 

Never had a man taken this much time with me before. Even Randle was eager to please himself, and only reluctantly ever thought of my pleasure. PJ stopped massaging, but he continued kissing my neck and working his way to my lips.

Come back up here, I want to eat you up!

I loved his moves. As his soft lips kissed me, he held my cheek with his warm hands. I reached my hands to his face and held on to that lightly-shaven face and caressed it. I shut out everything around me. The noise of others in the restaurant, the hum of the fan overhead and the fear someone might knock on the wall of the privacy booth, all were silent. I was alone with my lover, totally devoted to receiving his love. Nothing mattered except his touch on my face and my lips driving me deeper into my world of pleasure.

Slowly his hand slipped down to my chin and down the long expanse of my neck. He bent over to kiss and suck my neck as his fingers drifted to the top of my blouse and slowly worked their way underneath, and began lightly caressing the top of my chest from one shoulder to the other.

My God, stop playing around. God don’t stop.

My arms dropped by my side, my head lay back against the booth and I pressed my chest to his soft hands. I could feel myself losing control. I felt his soft hand slowly working its way towards my breasts again. I tried to lift them up to his touch. He slipped his small finger down the top of my blouse into my bra, and continued to stroke the softness. His hand left my breast and traveled to the top button of my blouse. By now, my breasts were heaving with each breath. I raised my chest to his hand. If I thought he would have listened, I would have shouted. ‘Rip it off, quickly.’

I had to have him!

But he didn’t listen to my thought waves. He was painfully slow as he unbuttoned the top button and pushed the blouse open a little further. My breathing quickened with anticipation of him totally exposing and driving me to increasingly higher plateaus of pleasure. I couldn’t help myself, even if I wanted to, so I leaned back and surrendered to his hands.

As each button gave way, he pushed the blouse further open, allowing his little finger or thumb to find its way inside. My breathing was coming in gasps, whilst PJ slowly repeated the process until the final button gave way. I let out a moan, from anticipation.

He slowly worked his hands around my naked waist, grasped the blouse, inched it out of my skirt and slipped my arms out. He dropped the blouse in the booth beside us. I reached for him to pull him to me, but he gently pushed my semi-naked body back against the booth seat and softly placed my arms by my side. 

I couldn’t resist; I did as he wanted.

My eyes were closed, but I felt him lean back from my quivering body. I was trembling and felt his eyes on me as my breasts rose and fell with the passion controlling my whole being.

I felt a gentle touch on my stomach. It didn’t feel like his fingers. I realized, he had taken a flower from the vase on the table, and he was gently sweeping it over my stomach and my arms and my breasts, the light touch stroking my neck and finally my face and my lips. I instinctively opened my mouth to receive him, but he gave a little laugh and pulled the flower away. The restaurant had gotten quiet except for the soft dinner music we played for all the young lovers who came in for a late dinner. It felt as if there was a crowd looking in on me, as PJ teased my exposed body. And I didn’t care if they were!

“Charlotte, you are totally gorgeous. I’m getting drunk just simply looking at you. The flickering candles are casting dancing shadows across your smooth skin. The light illuminates your body, but the shadow of your chin hides your face. You look like a statue carved in marble. You’re a magnificent piece of work, a work of art, God’s masterpiece.”

“PJ …” I started.

“Shush, don’t say anything. Just breathe. Your breasts rise and fall with each breath, like the rolling waves of the ocean with the moonlight dancing on them. Completely spellbinding. You are so beautiful …”

The air conditioning was chilling my exposed skin, and my body felt a little cool in reaction.  He moved closer, and I felt his hand on my neck and chest. It was like a warm iron smoothing out my body. Each movement was a trail of heat, tracing a path from each breast, up to my neck and shoulders and back down again.

I was a bit startled, when he leaned over and gently kissed my exposed neck. His hot breath, blowing across the wet kiss, caused a brief chill to creep throughout my body, like a targeted shot of air conditioning. He continued kissing this way and when his tongue darted out and slowly licked the cleavage between my breasts, I couldn’t contain myself any longer.

“Ohhh … PJ … ohhh!” I cried out involuntarily.

I raised my chest further to him and simultaneously reached for his face to bury it between both my heaving, exposed bosoms.

His slow action frustrated me. I was ready to have him crawl between my legs and pleasure me. But he didn’t! As PJ continued kissing and sucking, I reached behind my back to unfasten my bra.

“Let me …”

“No,” he softly commanded.

He pulled my hand from behind my back and placed it on the bra, covering my breasts. He interlaced our hands, and guided my fingers to massage myself. I had massaged my breast before, but the pleasure was immensely more intense with him directing the action, once he and I squeezed and massaged my body together.

He finally lifted my hands up and grasped them gently by the wrist, guiding them down to the bottom of my full skirt.

“Pull your skirt up,” he directed.

“You do it,” I cooed in my sexiest voice.

“No, you do it.”

And he sat back. “I want you to invite me home.”

I grasped the edge of my black and white floral skirt and started to pull.

“Slowly.”

I can’t tell you the excitement, of slowly undressing for a man who you want to ravish you. It’s immensely thrilling to allow a man to undress you, but there is no comparison to revealing yourself, just for him. I had a smile on my face as I slowly lifted the skirt to my knees and gradually pulled it over my thighs. I had to raise my rear to wiggle the skirt over my backside.

“How high do you want?” I whispered.

“Leave it around your waist.”

I had it bunched around my waist. I was wearing a thong, so almost everything I had was available to him. I could feel my stomach churn. My legs started to tense up.  I felt a firm hand on my arms.

“Stop, relax.” PJ quietly commanded.

“I can’t stop … help me PJ, help me.”

I could hear myself pleading with this man to help me climax. How pitiful is that? He’s supposed to be the one to explode first, not me.

Damn this isn’t right.

But I couldn’t stop, I was too far along. Damn.

Suddenly, with no warning, my legs went straight out and the muscles tightened. My stomach gripped hard. My hips rose off the booth and my breathing stopped. I could feel my insides explode with the release of an intense pleasure which surged through my body, from the top of my head to the tip of my toes.  I couldn’t move and I didn’t want to for ten to fifteen seconds while the pleasure intensified and spread to my entire body. All I could do was quiver gently and smile, bite my lips and squeeze the life out of his hands. My head was wet, my hands sweating and I was in heaven …

PJ laughed. “What was that? You just couldn’t wait for me could you?” He gently turned my face toward his. He smiled. Not one of those silly smiles but a truly happy smile. “How was that barkeeper? Better than those dreams?” He was teasing me and I loved it!

“Hell … yes,” I said, as I leaned over to rest my head in his arms. “Oh hell …
Yes
!”

If we hadn’t been in that damn private booth, I would have thrown myself at him, and wrapped my legs around his waist and hugged the life out of him. Instead I was content to lean back in the booth, and pull him to me. I gently pushed back his curly black hair and smoothed it out. I was feeling like a mother, caring for her baby. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for him now. Absolutely nothing!

“Do I need to help you … you know … come, climax, or whatever you want to call it?” I said. I felt a special bond with him. He was special, and I couldn’t stand for him to be hurting. “I guess I ruined it for you didn’t I?”

In my heart I knew I should apologize, I mean women aren’t supposed to climax first; men are the thirty-second wonders. We women are supposed to complain about a guy’s quick trigger. I wanted to say something, I just didn’t know what.

 “You didn’t ruin anything for me. I needed to do that just for you. You helped me realize something about myself,” he replied.

“What’s that?”

“Charley, I’ve been depressed all these years mostly because I was thinking only of myself. I never really thought about anyone else’s feelings. When you told me, you wanted to have sex with me, my stomach turned over with excitement. But when I started kissing you, I realized you needed me more than I needed you at that point. Giving you pleasure was the most exhilarating feeling I have had in a long time. If you want to do something for me, let’s go for a walk.”

Now it was my turn to look perplexed. “Don’t you want to come inside me now? … I’m ready.”

PJ leaned back and stood up, his six foot four inch frame towering over me. He reached for my hand to pull me to his chest. “Charley when I dip into your sweet honey pot, it won’t be in a cramped restaurant booth. I don’t care how private it is. You deserve a soft warm bed with clean crisp sheets, dim lights, soft music and a nice breeze blowing across your body. Charley, you’re a special woman and don’t ever let anyone tell you different.”