Jenny did not realize how she got there. She was lying on a bed, and looked up to the ceiling of an unfamiliar bedroom dimly lit by a bedside lamp. She felt dizzy and a bit disoriented, as she looked down at her beautiful pink dress, and silver sandals, she recalled that she had worn those that evening for dinner.
Her earlobes acutely throbbed, as if they were about to get infected. Jenny was proceeding to take off her cheap plastic earrings, when the old man from the dinner table came back into the room.
-“Honey, you’re awake! How are you feeling? You were not feeling well during dinner and I brought you here to rest. When you feel like it, tomorrow morning we can go to the mall to shop for lots of new clothes, and whatever you need. You are my special guest here.” Peter said with his partial denture back in place.
-“I have to go. I don’t know you. I have to go now.” Jenny said feeling the rise of fear in her throat.
-“You can’t do that Jenny. I paid Myrna two-thousand dollars for you! You can’t leave, until Monday morning, when I will take you back to Myrna.” Peter said with anger disrupting his unpleasant features.
A glacial current of fear ran up Jenny’s spine, which caused her to jump off the bed.
Surely she was faster than this old man with the cat whiskers for eyebrows, and the sagging labial folds. Yet, she realized that she was not as strong as him. He was very tall and strong with a protruding belly in front. She had to keep her wits about her for the opportune moment to bolt.
-“Oh honey, please don’t be afraid. I am not going to hurt you at all. I like you!” Peter said as he walked towards where Jenny stood, blocking her passage. He knelt of the floor as he grabbed Jenny’s hips to pull her close.
Jenny tried very hard not to freak out as the old man distributed lots of little kisses on her bare legs, and moved up to her secret place. He was tender and affectionate in a strange sort of way, and when he kissed her in a certain spot through her cotton underwear, Jenny felt a jolt of electricity.
Jenny almost felt pity for this old man hunched on the floor, kissing her with fervid adoration as if she were a statue of some worth. Slowly, it dawned on her the power that she could wield over him.
She allowed him to nudge her very gently back against the edge of the bed, as he knelt in between her legs. Jenny recalled that Myrna had said that it was normal if a man did that to a woman, and her curiosity won the better part of her, as the deluge of kisses coupled with the nudging of his nose insinuating into the folds, stimulated that secret place between her legs.
Peter slid the pink dress over her hips and tentatively inserted his tongue under the edge of the elastic of the plain cotton panties. This caused such a nice sensation, that Jenny halted her breathing in anticipation.
-No, don’t touch me, just use your tongue and lips.” Jenny said with surprising authority.
Perhaps it was the lack of affection throughout her short life, but the adoration derived from an anonymous and repulsive man, was beginning to become enjoyable for as long as she kept her eyes shut.
His warm and velvety tongue and soft, pliant lips created havoc with her senses, as he lapped her as frantically as Myrna’s dog lapped up the cool water on a blazing summer day. The inquisitive tongue flamed the sparks of fire which caused Jenny to enclose the old man’s head in a grip to keep his tongue firmly in place.
Jenny did not know what to expect, it was exhilarating and excruciatingly intense the tension building in between her legs. She wanted something so badly, but she did not know what it was yet!
When the old man puckered his wrinkly lips around her little button, Jenny thought that she would go mad. Her body temperature surged and her body convulsed as she rode a wave of white hot pleasure. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before in her entire life. She had felt for a moment disconnected from her mind, as she became an unhinged mass of tension that exploded into a million particles of undiluted pleasure.
Coming down from her high, Jenny disengaged herself, and lowered her dress into place. She slid to the other side of the bed and thought as to what do to next to escape.
-“Did you like that honey?” Peter asked with his face, nose and whiskers wet and sticky from her juices. –“I want you to do that to for me too, so that I can feel good too.” Peter said looking absurd with his pants off, and his pecker peaking out of his loose cotton briefs. He had left his shirt on, but taken off his pants and shoes during his ministrations.
Seeing an opportunity, Jenny said to him: -“Okay, but first you have to wash your pee pee. I will only go near it after you wash it good.” Jenny said sweetly.
-“Okay honey, wait here. I won’t take long.” Peter said as he stood up and went into the adjacent bathroom.
It only took Jenny two minutes to delve into Peter’s discarded pants to search for his wallet, and to run out to the front door.
As she was attempting to unlock the main door of this unfamiliar house, she heard Peter yell her name from above.
Her heart froze in her throat, as a dark cloud of panic threatened to paralize her. Yet, Jenny commanded her mind to stay focused and cool. She turned the lock and slipped into the dark of the night after she softly closed the front door.
She stopped behind the shelter of a massive tree to reach down and take off her silver sandals. Grabbing those as well as Peter’s wallet, Jenny ran as fast as her legs could carry her and away from the main road.
Jenny sneaked into a nearby driveway, and hid behind a tree until she heard Peter run out and yell her name. She waited for him to start his car and after hearing the engine roar and distance itself, did she sneak out of her hiding place to view which way Peter drove.
She ran in the opposite direction for miles, until she came to a bus stop. Her feet were cut and bleeding. She sat on the bench to remove the offending debris. Just then a massive bus stops in front of her, and she does not hesitate to jump in an seat in the back.
-“HEY YOU! Do you think that you can ride the bus for free? Yeah you! Come back here and pay the bus fare!” The sourly bus driver yelled to Jenny.
Apprehensive about the angry driver possibly calling to police on her, Jenny quickly attempts to pay her bus fare. She takes a $50 dollar bill out of Peter’s wallet, and hands it to the bus driver.
To be continued….
