Saturday, December 20, 2008

Rotten Bananas VIII






Very gently, Vicky pushed Charlie back to lie on the bed; the motion taking her with him. Gravity made the full body embrace all the more solid.

As customary for Vicky, she refrained from kissing on the lips. Instead, she decided to ignite a slow-burning flame considering that Charlie was so sentimental and obviously fragile.

Delicately disengaging from the octopus embrace she was imprisoned in, she sat up to straddle Charlie’s torso.

Vicky literally purred like a kitten as she leaned over to disperse dozens of butterfly kisses all over Charlie’s face.
Some of the little kisses were barely perceptible, as her lips made whisper-soft contact with his damp eyelids, roughened cheeks, and nose. Vicky worked her way around his lips, down to his earlobes which caused a stark reaction from Charlie.

As her lips traveled down to his neck, all the while dispersing unlimited delicate kisses, simultaneously, she started to unbutton his shirt.
Vicky was half way done unbuttoning those, when Charlie abruptly halted her hands in mid-process, and requested that she turn off the lights.

-“Sure honey, do you mind if I turn on some music?” Vicky asked startled by his request since in her experience, most men are highly visual and enjoy staring at the ceiling which is mirrored, for the multiple view in front and back.

Paying attention to her movements, Vicky sauntered seductively towards the radio and found just the perfect song playing by the Isley Brothers, “Living for the Love of You.” It was a perfect song to set the mood.

To economize her efforts, she retrieved a condom from her purse, and initiated her return to the bed. The lit dial tone of the stereo illuminated her way.

Straddling Charlie once more, she finished what she had started, while renewing her distribution of little kisses, now down his torso, as she felt his accelerated heart beat amplified by the darkness which enveloped the room. The beat seemed to augment in crescendo as Vicky sensuously grazed her nipples over Charlie’s midriff.

The darkness also seemed to amplify the scent of bodily secretions, seeping now when mixed with the odorless lubricant Vicky used as a working tool.
Considering that enough time had been wasted in nonsense, Vicky’s hands unbuckled Charlie’s belt and unzipped his pants.

Charlie was putty in her hands and mouth, as Vicky expertly performed fellatio on him post wrapping him in the condom. When nearing the point of no return, Vicky thought it would be prudent to stop.

-“Do you want me to finish you this way, or do you want to fuck me?” Vicky whispered into his ear, as she flicked her tongue in his earlobe.

-“I wanna fuck!” Charlie said this with urgency, as he pushed Vicky on her back and without further preliminaries, came through the door.

Vicky braced herself for a wild ride, as she extended her stocking-clad legs in the air and squeezed him hard. Abruptly she halted her motions and disengaged herself, while she pushed Charlie away.

-“What the fuck? Get off me!” Vicky yelled at Charlie as she scrambled to turn on the bedside lamp.

-“What is that on your back, turn around so I can see it!” Vicky demanded.

Charlie’s ardor deflated as well as his morale; he gave his back to her as he scrambled to search for his clothes.

-“Oh my God! I’m so sorry…I…is it contagious?” Vicky asked full of panic.

-“No, not as far as I can tell. These are lipomas which I’ve developed over the years. Look...I’m sorry. I’ll just get dressed and leave.” Charlie said utterly dejected and mortified.

Something in his eyes tore at Vicky’s heart. She came around to where Charlie sat, and embraced him tight.

-“I’m sorry honey. I’m sorry that I reacted like that. Please forgive me; you don’t seem a bad guy. Do you want to try to re-start? I won’t charge you for the extra time.” She ventured with a little smile.

-“No Vicky, I think that’s it for me for tonight. But, I would like it very much if you lie down next to me, and simply hold me for a little while.” Charlie said with tears brimming in his eyes.

Moved by his tears, Vicky fell on bed encircled in Charlie's arms. In an attempt to make up for her hysteria, she kissed him tenderly on the lips.



To be continued…