“What’s this?!” Harlan said to himself. “Lorraine’s the last person I expected to run into tonight. She’s married! At least, she was the last time we talked. And, who’s that cute, little redhead sitting next to her?”
Harlan had never cruised the city’s cougar dens to pick up women. Life was complicated enough with his job and the girls he was already dating.
But Jack, his friend from work, had insisted they visit that particular club on Friday night.
“I wonder what happened?” Harlan thought. “The last time I saw Lorraine and her husband, they could barely keep their hands off each other.”
A few months before, Lorraine, Jack, and Harlan had all worked in the same office. It was Harlan’s first professional job, after college, and Lorraine had been the company’s super efficient, no-nonsense office manager. She had befriended Harlan and taught him the paperwork side of the construction business, along with the nuances of negotiating the minefields of office politics. And, whenever the office gang went out for drinks, Lorraine’s husband would join them. Then, Lorraine had left for greener pastures, and Harlan had only spoken with her on the phone, a few times, since then. Now, there she was, sitting in a booth in an upscale cougar den, wearing the de rigueur, little black cocktail dress.
His curiosity aroused, Harlan walked up to her and called out, “Hi, Lorraine! How are you doing?”
Lorraine’s eyes widened in recognition, and she stared open-mouthed at her young friend.
“Lorraine speechless?” Harlan thought. “This is a first!” “So, how’s the new job going? Geez, we haven’t bumped into each other since you left the old salt mine,” Harlan cheerfully continued.
“Harley! What a nice surprise!” Lorraine replied, after recovering from her initial shock. “What are you doing here? No, never mind, I already know!”
“I’m flying wingman for Jack tonight. He picked this place. The women at our old watering holes already know all of his pickup lines,” Harlan answered.
He was telling the truth. Harlan wasn’t seriously involved with anyone in particular, or looking for someone new, and he got a kick out of watching Jack trying to act like a player.
“Same old Jack,” Lorraine laughed. “So, he’s cougar hunting tonight, is he? Did you know he even used those tired old lines out on me, at my going away party?”
“I’m not surprised,” Harlan replied. After all, Lorraine was a good looking woman, and Jack would chase anything remotely cute that wore a skirt.
When Harlan unconsciously raised an eyebrow, Lorraine admonished, “And don’t look at me like that, Harley! I’m still very happily married. My husband still worships the ground I walk on, as well he should! And don’t stand there pretending you won’t take one of these horny cougars home with you, if you get the chance. I’m flying wingman tonight too. Or wing woman. Or whatever. Anyway, please sit down and let me introduce you to my friend Phyllis.”
“My friend Phyllis,” Harlan noted. He knew Lorraine wouldn’t have introduced the cute redhead that way if she were not really her friend. And, he knew Lorraine chose her friends carefully. As Harlan had already taken notice of the attractive woman, he was more than happy to be formally introduced to her.
“Phyllis, this is my friend Harley. As you’ve already guessed, we used to work together,” Lorraine said.
Turning to Harlan, to complete the introduction ritual, Lorraine finished, “Harley, Phyllis.”
Phyllis blushed several shades of crimson. “Thanks for the subtle introduction, Lorraine!” she hissed, in a little girl’s high-pitched voice.
“Phyllis has to be a natural redhead,” Harlan realized. “Only a fair-skinned, natural redhead could blush like that!”
Phyllis was also wearing a little black cocktail dress, but hers hugged her slender figure like a glove, enhancing every lovely curve. With her stylish, chin-length, curly hairdo, and her wide-set, green eyes, Phyllis was truly exquisite.
“She looks to be somewhere in her mid-twenties to early thirties,” Harlan thought. “But, it’s so hard to tell with redheads. Most of them look older than they really are.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Phyllis,” Harlan laughed, as he sat down beside Lorraine. “As I’m sure you already know, Lorraine is not noted for her subtlety.” He was not usually so forward with beautiful women, but catching Lorraine off-guard and seeing the embarrassment on the redhead’s face had bolstered his confidence.
“You’re right about that!” Phyllis laughed girlishly. “It’s nice to meet you too, Harley.”
“And, listen to that voice!” Harlan thought in delight. “Is that just the cutest thing, or what?! This little girl could be a real heartbreaker.”
“There’s nothing to be gained by subtlety in this den of inequity, Phyllis,” Lorraine interjected. “Everyone, except for me of course, is here for one reason and one reason only. And everyone knows it.”
“Thanks again, Lorraine!” Phyllis wailed and turned several more shades of crimson.
“Oh, drop the coy routine, Phyllis. You’re as horny as a three-balled tomcat! You’re hunting for a boy toy, and I’ve just introduced you to a more than suitable candidate. Harley is a nice young man, a good dancer, and he doesn’t kiss and tell. I can vouch for all of that. And, I suspect he’s quite the stud in the sack,” Lorraine said.
Phyllis squirmed and tried to turn invisible. Lorraine looked at Harlan and continued, “Harley, I would consider it a personal favor if you would take Phyllis back to your little love shack and commit some lewd, unspeakable acts with her. Or, just have some nice, conventional, recreational sex. Whatever. It’s up to the two of you. You are still unattached aren’t you?”
Not waiting for a reply, Lorraine turned back to Phyllis and said, “Do you see the size of Harley’s hands? You know what that means, girl! And, I’ve seen him at the company picnics. He’s really quite muscular too. Now, I can’t actually vouch for Harley on the ‘big-hands-to-big-manhood correlation’, but my husband has big hands. I can certainly verify that the old saying is true in his case.”
“Lorraine!” Phyllis pleaded.
Even after working with Lorraine for several years, Harlan was shocked by her bluntness, but he recovered and asked, “So, Phyllis, do you have the pleasure of working with Lorraine?”
“Y-yes,” Phyllis answered meekly. “W-we work together in our own little salt mine.”
“Has Lorraine straightened out the head of your company yet?” Harlan continued, trying to put the woman at ease. “She did her best to straighten out our president, and everyone else who wasn’t pulling their weight, when I worked with her.”
“Oh yes! And on more than one occasion!” Phyllis laughed.
“Don’t change the subject,” Lorraine interjected. “Let’s see now, Phyllis. You’re thirty-five, and Harley is at least twenty-five. So, the ‘half-your-age-plus-seven rule’ definitely applies here. I think the two of you should go for it.”
“We’ve already changed the subject, Lorraine,” Harlan said without looking at her, but silently digesting her brazen remarks. “So, Phyllis is thirty-five. I would have never guessed she was that old. Hummm … That would officially make her a ‘puma’. Interesting …” Harlan thought.
“So, were your parents bikers, or are you a biker?” Phyllis asked, maintaining eye contact with Harlan and very thankful for the change in subject.
“It’s short for Harlan,” he answered. “Sorry, there are no hard-core bikers in my family.”
“That’s quite all right, I was just curious. Anyway, you’re too clean-cut to possibly be a biker, in spite of the nickname,” Phyllis said.
“This is nice. So, you two go ahead and get aquatinted,” Lorraine said. “I’m going to go over and warn that not so innocent looking cougar about Jack. I know his character well enough to not be willing to vouch for it! Don’t bother to wait for me. I’ll be leaving right after I harass him.”
“But, I don’t have a ride!” Phyllis protested.
“Yes you do. Harley will take you home,” Lorraine replied, squeezing out of the booth.
“Poor Jack,” Harlan unconsciously sighed.
Phyllis laughed and blushed again, as Harlan sat back down. She said hesitantly, “I moved here to start my new job a few months ago. Since I don’t really know anyone, outside of work, Lorraine has taken me under her wing and … and …”
“Was giving you a tour of some of the local hotspots?” Harlan finished.
“Yes, she was showing me around town,” Phyllis replied gratefully.
“Well, I’d be more than happy to show you around …”
They looked at each other awkwardly, and Harlan said, “Look, Phyllis, this is uncomfortable for both of us. Would you like to dance, or would you prefer that I give you a ride home, or just leave you in peace?”
“Oh, I can’t believe the things that come out of Lorraine’s mouth!” Phyllis gushed. “And yes, I’d love to dance! Let’s go!”
As Phyllis stood up, he realized just how petite she really was. Even in her four-inch stiletto heels, Harlan, who was just over average height, towered over her.
“She can’t be a fraction over five-feet tall in her stocking feet,” Harlan realized. “But, those stilettos really accentuate her legs and fine, heart-shaped ass!”
The band was playing a fast song, and they were much more at ease out on the dance floor. The next song, however, was a slow one, and Phyllis and Harlan looked at each other awkwardly again. He hesitated before reaching for her hand.
“What the hell,” Harlan thought. “What’s the worst that can happen? She says she’s tired of dancing? It’s not like that’s never happened to me before.”
Phyllis hesitated, but took his hand and floated into his arms. After a while, she whispered, “It’s been so long, I can’t remember the last time I slow-danced with someone.”
“It is nice.”
Phyllis giggled and pressed closer to Harlan. They stayed out on the floor for the next slow song, too. Before long, Phyllis gently ground herself against Harlan. Her movements were slow and light. She was not even consciously aware of what her loins were doing. Feeling her warmth, smelling her subtle perfume, and feeling the thin straps of her bra under the back of her dress, Harlan’s cock hardened at the thought of the possibilities the night might hold.
When the band started a third slow song, they both laughed and continued to dance. Phyllis ground her hips more forcefully against Harlan and, at that point, they both knew they would be going home together. The dance ended, and he asked, “Should we look around for Lorraine?”
“Do you really want to?” Phyllis laughed.
“Knowing her, she’s already left.”
“Yes, she’s subtlety personified and always keeps her word.”
They walked back to the women’s booth and Harlan scanned around the club. As he suspected, Lorraine was nowhere to be found. All the while, he was conscious of Phyllis looking him over, sizing him up, studying him.
“Lorraine’s always been a woman of her word,” Harlan agreed. “Unless she’s hiding in the ladies room, I’m sure she’s gone.”
“She’s gone,” Phyllis said flatly. “But, what about your friend Jack?”
“He’s gone too. I wonder if Lorraine had anything to do with that?” Harlan laughed. “Anyway, we came in separate cars, at his insistence.”
“So … should I drive you home?”
Phyllis had already made up her mind. “Or?” she smiled, looking him straight in the eye.
“Or … we could go somewhere else.”
“Or, we could go to your love shack?”
“I don’t really call it that,” Harlan said quickly. “But, yes. We could go to my place, if you want …”
“Then let’s go.”
While Harlan drove them to his apartment, Phyllis asked, “So, how far is it to your place?”
“Not far. I have a loft downtown. It’s close enough to the office for me to walk to work, if I’m in the mood, and I’m going to be there all day.”
“Isn’t living downtown awfully noisy?”
“It’s noisy downtown, but my place isn’t. The guy that had the apartment before me was a drummer in a rock ‘n’ roll band. He soundproofed the entire place, so he could practice without disturbing the neighbors. It’s very quiet with the windows closed.”
“I hope you don’t think I go out looking to be picked up all the time,” Phyllis suddenly blurted.
“No, not at all.”
“Well, I don’t! It’s just that when Lorraine insisted that I needed some R&R, and she said she’d show me around, well …”
I’m sure Lorraine used a phrase other than R&R.”
“You do know her well, don’t you?” Phyllis laughed girlishly.
“Oh, yes. We worked together for over three years. She’s blunt and outspoken, but I have tremendous respect for her. I was very sorry to see her leave our company. I still am.”
“She chooses her friends carefully, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, she does.”
“So, I guess that means you come highly recommended, doesn’t it?”
“Well … actually, I guess it does,” Harlan admitted.
The chitchat ended at Harlan’s apartment. They were all over each other before the door closed behind them. Phyllis threw her arms around Harlan’s neck, pulled herself up, and mashed her lips against his mouth. He drank in her scent, ran his hands over her back, and enjoyed the feel of her firm body beneath his fingers. Standing on her tippy toes, Phyllis ground her pelvis into Harlan’s groin. Reaching farther down, he palmed her taut, heart-shaped ass with both hands, and pulled her tightly against him.
Phyllis pushed her tongue into his mouth, and he lifted her completely off the floor, bringing her face level with his own. Her legs flailed helplessly in the air. The skirt of her tight dress thwarted her efforts to wrap her slender legs around Harlan’s waist. “This little girl can’t weigh more than one hundred pounds soaking wet,” he thought, hefting her easily.
Their tongues still intertwined, Harlan lowered Phyllis to the floor, ran his hands down her stocking-clad thighs and found the hem of her tight dress. Unceremoniously, he yanked the skirt up to her waist. Once more, he palmed her shapely derriere and lifted her off the floor. Phyllis wrapped her unencumbered legs tightly around Harlan’s waist and snaked her tongue deep into his mouth.
Clutching each other tightly, Harlan carried Phyllis from the doorway to the side of his bed. He raised her high in the air, enjoying the feel of her tight ass against his palms, and carefully sat down. She slowly settled into his lap, their tongues still probing each other’s mouths. As Phyllis ground her crotch into him, Harlan inched her tight dress up her slender torso.
Breaking their long French-kiss and tugging at her dress, Harlan whispered, “Lean back so I can get this out of the way.”
Phyllis immediately leaned back, raised her arms, and allowed him to push her tight dress up and over her head. Harlan had barely tossed her dress aside before she wrapped her arms around him and plunged her tongue deep into his mouth again.
“Flimsy, little bra,” Harlan mused, squeezing his hand between their bodies and grazing her small, firm breasts. “Sexy, but she doesn’t really need it.” As they kissed, he unhurriedly ran his hands all over her, enjoying the feel of her taut, bare skin, and the smooth fabric of the pantyhose sheathing her slender body to the waist. “Tiny, little hip-hugger panties underneath,” Harlan realized. “Hummm … interesting.” Running his hands over her near-naked back, he found the clasp to her bra, but elected to prolong his explorations. “She’s horny as hell and she’s not going anywhere. I’m going to take my time,” he thought in satisfaction.
Phyllis clutched Harlan frantically, grinding her loins into him. Still holding their deep kiss, he kicked off his shoes and leisurely rolled her onto her back. Disengaging her legs from around his waist, he slid her up to the center of his bed. Phyllis rolled onto her side and thrust her pelvis against him, without breaking their torrid kiss.
Harlan ran his hand all over her taut ass and legs. He managed to slowly work his exploring hand between them, gradually spreading her thighs apart. Phyllis broke their kiss and grunted, shamelessly rubbing her crotch against him. “Just a moment,” Harlan whispered, pressing his hand firmly into her pantyhose-covered pussy.
Phyllis groaned, jammed her lips against his mouth, and forcefully thrust her sex into his hand. He slowly rubbed her vulva with his palm. She dry-humped him back, grinding herself into his hand. Pulling her mouth away, Phyllis breathed, “Harder. Do it harder.”
Harlan pressed his hand forcefully into her crotch. Phyllis immediately rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide apart. “Yes, like that,” she grunted. “Just like that.”
“She knows what she likes,” he thought. “I like that in a woman.”
Phyllis clutched Harlan’s head and pushed her tongue back into his mouth. He moved his hand slowly and firmly over her pussy, feeling the outlines of her inner labia through her remaining clothing. “I wonder what she looks like completely naked?” he mused.
They quickly established an unspoken rhythm. Phyllis lifted her hips off the bed to meet Harlan’s hand, as he pressed hard against her mound on his upstrokes, and she dropped back down on the bed during his slow downstrokes. Pressing deeper, he ran his probing fingers through the shallow, nylon-covered valley between her nether lips.
“Harder,” Phyllis gasped, clutching her bra-encased breasts and lifting her ass completely off the bed to meet Harlan’s hand. “Do it harder.”
“If that’s what you want,” he thought, grinding his palm firmly into her vulva.
“Yes! That’s it! That’s it! Yes! Yes!” Phyllis urged, throwing her head back and convulsing. “Ooooooooooh! That’s so good!”
Harlan watched in fascination as her upper body blushed deep-crimson, and her nipples hardened through the flimsy fabric of her lacy, little bra. Phyllis shuddered again and again, before sighing and, at last, lying still. “Wow! She really was horny!” He thought. “I hope she still is after this!”
“Oh, that was so good,” Phyllis breathed, eyes unfocused.
“Glad I could help,” Harlan said, smiling down at her. “Here she is, lying on my bed in her shoes and underwear, and I’m almost completely dressed. This is like making out in the back seat when I was in high school,” he thought. “Except, Phyllis is a lot hotter than any of the girls I dated back in high school!”
Her eyes refocused, and a smile slowly formed on her lips. “I really needed that,” Phyllis said, looking intently up at Harlan.
“Glad I could help,” he repeated.
Phyllis reached up, pulled Harlan’s face down to hers, and kissed him hard on the mouth. “Now, to see what these sexy, little undies are hiding,” Harlan thought in satisfaction.
As he ran his hand languidly over her petite form, Phyllis broke their kiss and began unbuttoning his shirt. Harlan brushed his fingertips over her still-clothed breasts, feeling her prominent nipples, and she reached back to unfasten her bra. “Let me do that,” he whispered.
“You like undressing women, do you?”
“Yes, it’s kind of like unwrapping a present. Only better.”
Phyllis laughed, propped herself up on her hands and thrust out her lovely chest. “Well, I hope you enjoy your present,” she said playfully.
Deftly unclasping her bra, he replied, “I’m sure I will.”
Phyllis, smiled, leaned forward, and extended her arms. Harlan gently pealed her flimsy, little bra away from her perky breasts and tossed it aside. “Very nice,” Harlan breathed, ogling her lovely curves, her alabaster skin, and the long, rosy-pink nipples capping her firm globes.
Leaning in for a kiss, Phyllis’s nipples noticeably lengthened and thickened, as Harlan gently thumbed them. Pressing her slowly back down on the bed, he worked his hand down to the waistband of her pantyhose. “Time to get these out of the way,” Harlan whispered.
She raised her butt off the bed and Harlan leaned back, grasped the waistband, and pulled her pantyhose down over her slender hips. Stopping her hands as Phyllis began to push down her sexy panties, Harlan playfully chided, “I’d like to unwrap my present myself, if you don’t mind.”
“Well, all right then, little boy,” Phyllis giggled.
“Oooooh!” she caught herself, “I didn’t mean …”
“I know what you meant, little girl,” Harlan laughed, moving back up the bed to silence her embarrassment with another deep kiss.
“Lorraine said this little girl was looking for a boy toy tonight,” he thought. “Well, that’s just fine with me!”
Phyllis tugged at Harlan’s shirt at the end of their long, long, tongue kiss. He quickly yanked it off and tossed it aside. “Now, where was I?” he said, running his hands down her petite body. “Oh yes, now I remember,” he continued, upon reaching the bunched up pantyhose around her thighs. Phyllis giggled, raised her legs, and allowed Harlan to strip her pantyhose down to her ankles. He removed her stilettos, pulled off her pantyhose, and tossed them aside.
“You really are a beautiful little girl,” Harlan said, sitting back to admire the redhead’s near-naked body. “I hope your daddy doesn’t find out about what I’m going to do to you.”
“I’m not going to tell him!” Phyllis tittered girlishly.
“Now, for the last of the gift wrapping,” Harlan said, tugging at her sexy, little panties.
Phyllis smiled coyly and lifted her butt off the bed again. Harlan tugged her panties down over her hips and stopped to admire her luxuriant, red bush.
“Yes, little boy, I’m a real redhead!” she giggled.
“There was never a doubt in my mind about that!” he breathed, taking in the tantalizing sight.
Mesmerized, but wanting to see more of Phyllis, Harlan quickly pulled her panties down her slender legs and off. Tossing the last of her clothing aside, he gently nudged her legs apart. “Wow!” he sighed, gazing down at her naked vulva. Harlan’s cock turned to solid steel and his mouth watered, as he scrutinized the swollen, glistening inner lips poking through her scarlet muff.
“Stop staring!” she protested.
As he continued to gawk, Phyllis curled up her legs and modestly covered her crotch and breasts. Finally tearing his eyes away from her alluring sex, Harlan recognized the embarrassment on the woman’s blushing face. Moving quickly back up the bed, he wrapped his arms around her and coaxed Phyllis to kiss him again.
“But, you’re such a sexy little girl! I couldn’t help but stare,” Harlan explained, when they finally broke their long kiss.
“All right, I forgive you,” Phyllis simpered girlishly. “But, it was embarrassing, the way you stared at me!”
“I couldn’t help it,” Harlan repeated. “You’re so hot!” He silenced her giggles with another deep kiss and ran his hand leisurely down her trim body.
“Wow! Is she wet!” Harlan marveled, as he combed his fingertips through her red thatch and touched her naked pussy. Phyllis moaned softly and loosened her thighs, as he grazed her slit with his fingertips. She thrust her hips up to meet his hand, and he leisurely traced the outlines of her long inner labia.
Molding his hand to her vulva, Harlan pressed her sexy ass down on the bed and slowly rubbed up-and-down. Phyllis moaned and thrust her pussy against his palm. “Harder,” she breathed. “Do it harder.”
“Like this?” he whispered, rubbing the heel of his hand into her mound. At that point, Harlan knew exactly what Phyllis desired, but wanted to hear her to ask for it.
“Like this?” Harlan repeated, again massaging her moist pussy with his palm.
“Like this?” he asked, pressing his hand firmly into her sex and running his thumb over her prominent clit.
“Yes! Like that! Just like that!”
Cupping her crotch, Harlan flicked his thumb vigorously back-and-forth across her wet, swollen bulb. “Like this, little girl?” he teased.
“Yes! Just like that! Just like that!” Phyllis groaned, thrusting up her hips to force her clit against his titillating thumb.
“This little girl likes a LOT of stimulation!” Harlan realized. “Most women would be screaming if I were this rough with them.”
“Yes! Oooooh! Yes! Yes!” Phyllis cried, trapping his fingers tightly against her damp mound with her hand. Bucking her hips off the bed, she closed her eyes, rolled her head from side-to-side, and moaned. Her chest and face flushed bright-red, and her rosy-pink nipples darkened and swelled up like bullets, as Phyllis roughly rubbed and pinched them. She heaved and gasped before, at last, loudly sighing and relaxing back against the pillows.
“Was it good for you, too?” Harlan teased, before kissing her parted lips.
“Yes, it was good,” Phyllis breathed, focusing her lovely, green eyes and smiling lazily up at him. “Oh! I’ve been neglecting you!” she suddenly realized.
“That’s all right,” Harlan laughed. “There’s no need to rush. I’m not going anywhere.”
“And, look at me,” Phyllis giggled, rolling on her side towards him. “I’m lying here completely naked and you’re still half-dressed.”
Gliding his hand over her flat stomach to her damp mound, Harlan whispered, “I am looking at you. And now I’m going to taste you.”
Bending his head to her breasts, Harlan, ever so gently, took a swollen nipple between his lips. “Oh,” she sighed, sinking back against the pillows and running her fingers lightly through his hair. “Oooooh!” Phyllis giggled girlishly, as he spread her thick inner pussy lips with his fingers and lightly skimmed her wet slit.
“You taste so good,” Harlan sighed, lifting his head in search of her other teat. Laving her stiffening nipples, he savored the feel of her tiny Braille bumps against his probing tongue. Lifting his head to admire his work, Harlan brought his wet, probing fingers to his nose. “And you smell so nice too,” he breathed, relishing the intimate fragrance of her sex on his fingertips.
“Oooooh! What are you doing?!”
“You smell really good! Musky. Very sexy.”
“I can’t believe you did that!”
“I did. And now I’m going to really taste you,” he whispered, looking straight into her beautiful green eyes while touching his moist fingertips to his tongue. “Delicious,” Harlan sighed, watching Phyllis stare open-mouthed up at him. “Truly delicious.”
“W-what …” she trailed off, wide-eyed and blushing.
“And you blush so many pretty shades of red,” he teased.
“Oh! I can’t believe you touched me there and licked your fingers! I can’t believe you …”
“I’m going to do more than that before the night is over,” Harlan chucked, bending down to silence her protests with a kiss.
Holding her tight, they kissed and cuddled, until Phyllis giggled playfully, “You really enjoy shocking me, don’t you? Admit it. You really do!”
“A little. I love to hear you squeal.”
Struggling to sit up, Phyllis gayly threatened, “Well, I’m going to make you squeal!”
“Maybe later. I’m not through with you yet.”
“And what are you going to do to me now?”
“Just relax and you’ll find out,” Harlan whispered, gently pushing Phyllis onto her back and nudging her silken thighs apart.
“I know what you’re going to do,” Phyllis giggled, watching and feeling him swabbing her erect nipple with his tongue.
“Yes, I’m going to taste you again,” Harlan murmured, paying equal attention to her other rosy-pink crown. Working his way slowly down her lithe torso, he planted wet kisses from her perky, little breasts to the top of her luxuriant bush. “M’mm m’mm good!” he exhaled, after breathing in her womanly fragrance.
“Oh!” she tittered, as he smiled up at her.
“Intoxicating,” he whispered, bending his head to press his nose into her curly foliage.
“Oooooh!” Phyllis moaned and closed her sleek thighs tight around his head.
Gently prying her legs apart, Harlan delved his tongue into her glistening womanhood. “Delicious!” he whispered. “Simply heavenly!”
Phyllis stared open-mouthed at Harlan’s smiling face. “Just relax, little girl. I’m going to be down here for a while,” he continued.
“Are you now?”
“Yes, I am.”
Harlan ran his tongue slowly along her meaty inner lips, and Phyllis lifted her hips off the bed to meet him. He pushed his face deep into her succulent sex. “She likes a LOT of stimulation!” Harlan was reminded, as she trapped his face between her legs again.
Lapping her wet cunt one last time, Harlan freed his head from her ensnaring thighs. He ran his thumb firmly between her thick nether lips up to her hooded clit. Phyllis moaned and covered his probing hand with her own, pressing his thumb still harder into her node. Shifting up the bed, he spread her knees apart with a forearm.
Eyes closed to mere slits, Phyllis groaned loudly as he ground his thumb forcefully into her plump clit. “She definitely likes a LOT of stimulation!” Harlan realized, as Phyllis pressed her hand down hard on top of his. “Relax, little girl, I’ll take good care of you,” he soothed, rubbing his palm into her mound.
Phyllis took a breath and stared questioningly up at him. Harlan removed her hand and whispered, “Just relax. I think I know what you like.”
“All right,” she sighed, watching him intently.
Flicking his thumb steadily over her swollen clit, he slipped a finger inside her wet pussy. Phyllis sighed, pushed her mound into his hand, and clamped down on his digit, silently urging him to pleasure her further. Harlan quickly slid a second finger inside her tight slit and established a slow rhythm. Phyllis moaned softly and rocked herself steadily back-and-forth, keeping time with the cyclic pressure of his probing fingers.
Searching for her G-spot, Harlan inserted a third finger deep inside her. Phyllis lay back against the pillows, rolling her head from side-to-side and breathing fast. Methodically massaging her slippery cunt, Harlan watched Phyllis pinch and play with her nipples. Pressing forcefully enough to rock her entire body back-and-forth, he increased the length of his strokes.
Phyllis groaned loudly and bucked hard against Harlan’s forward thrusts, forcing three fingers deep inside her pussy to the base of his thumb. Propping herself up on her elbows, Phyllis looked Harlan straight in the eye and thrust her pelvis into his hand.
“Just a moment,” Harlan whispered. “I think I have some lube around here somewhere.”
“All right,” Phyllis whimpered, not wanting him to stop.
A bottle of lubricant was in a nearby drawer. Harlan quickly opening the container and poured some of the slippery liquid onto his fingers.
“Back again,” he murmured, moving between her legs and liberally swabbing her swollen nether lips with the lube. Eager for his touch, Phyllis pushed her hungry loins against his hand. Harlan smiled and eased his three slippery fingers back inside her demanding cunt. Her eyelids fluttered at his penetration. Throwing back her head, Phyllis groaned, reveling in the sensation.
Harlan steadily pistoned his fingers in-and-out of her, grinding his thumb against her engorged clit. Eyes refocused and rocking back-and-forth with his rhythm, Phyllis watched him intently. Slowing to a halt as her breathing quickened, He pulled his three long fingers almost completely out of her slit and studied her face. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“Just relax. I’ll take good care of you, little girl,” Harlan whispered. Extending his little finger alongside the other three, he unhurriedly pushed his four slippery fingertips inside of her. Pressing down on her clit with his thumb, Harlan slid his four slick fingers still deeper into her unsatisfied pussy.
“Oooooh!” Phyllis groaned, when the base of Harlan’s thumb bumped her swollen clit.
“Oh!” she blurted, embarrassed by her loudness.
“Relax, little girl. It’s all right,” Harlan whispered. “This place is soundproof, remember? Make all the noise you want.”
“A-are you sure?” Phyllis stared uncertainly.
“Yes, I’m sure. Just relax and enjoy. No one can hear us. I promise.”
“Oh!” she breathed in relief, as Harlan resumed his rhythmic ministrations.
Phyllis groaned loudly, while Harlan pistoned his four fingers in-and-out of her slippery pussy. Pulling nearly all the way out, he folded his thumb into his extended fingers, forming a tight spear point. Slowly, steadily, he pushed his slippery fingers deep into her slit, until the base of his thumb bumped her entrance.
“Oooooh! Oooooh!” Phyllis groaned, head thrown back, as he languidly twisted his fingers around inside of her. Harlan pried the walls of her cunt wide apart with his motions. “That’s it! That’s it!” Phyllis breathed, encouraging him to repeatedly plunge his fingers deep into her hungry hole.
Grasping Harlan’s wrist, she arched her pelvis off the bed and pulled his hand forcefully into her sex. Clutching him tightly, Phyllis convulsed, spasmed, and screamed at the top of her lungs. The walls of her slippery cunt contracted with her throes, trapping Harlan’s extended fingers deep inside of her. Thrashing about wildly, Phyllis groaned gutturally and flopped back down on the bed. To Harlan’s amazement, his entire hand slid easily into her relaxed pussy.
Phyllis languidly stirred and propped herself up on her elbows, while Harlan stared speechlessly down at his buried wrist. “Omigawd!” she blanched, her eyes focused on Harlan’s forearm.
Her cunt clamped down hard on his hand like a vise, and she scooted back in panic. “Oooooh!” Phyllis wailed, helplessly flailing her legs in the air when the bed’s iron headboard blocked her escape.
Her vagina’s viselike grip held Harlan fast, thwarting his tentative efforts to extract his hand. In shock, they stared at each other. “W-what? How …” Phyllis babbled, sweat beading her forehead.
“Does it hurt?”
“No! It doesn’t hurt! But … but …”
“Then don’t panic,” Harlan said in relief. “Just try to relax.” “How am I going to get my hand out of her pussy without hurting her?!” he kept himself from saying aloud.
“Just try to relax,” he repeated, not really knowing what to do next.
“That’s easy for you to say! You don’t have a hand stuck in your … your …”
“I know. I know,” Harlan soothed. “Listen, we’ll do this very slowly. All right? Just try to relax.”
“I don’t believe this,” Phyllis moaned, her flush body slumping back against the pillows. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s my fault this happened.”
“You must think I’m such a skanky slut!”
“No, I don’t. Now just relax, little girl. We’ll do this very slowly.”
Propping herself up on her elbows, Phyllis pleaded, “You’re not going to tell anyone about this, are you? Please promise me you won’t tell Lorraine about this.”
“Of course I’m not going to tell anyone about this! It’s between the two of us, I promise. I don’t kiss and tell. Lorraine told you that,” Harlan reminded Phyllis, lightly brushing her sweaty curls away from her eyes with his free hand.
“Oh, this is so embarrassing!” Phyllis moaned, falling back on the bed.
“I can understand that,” Harlan thought. “But lying there moaning about it isn’t helping things any.” “This is an unusual first date,” he said aloud.
“Unusual?! Unusual?! I’m mortified!”
“Don’t be embarrassed, Phyllis. I was having fun too. I love watching you get off while I play with you.”
“Play with me?! Is that what you call this?!”
“Yes. What do you call it?” Harlan patiently asked, silently praying she would calm down. He scrutinized Phyllis while she agonized over their predicament. “I’ve seen porn starlets do this to each other in skin flicks. But, I never imagined a tiny woman like Phyllis could take my whole hand up her pussy!” he marveled. “My hand is soaking wet and hot from her juices. My gawd! And, I can smell her pussy at my arm’s length.”
Phyllis closed her eyes and unconsciously ran her hands over her sweaty chest. Her breathing steadied and a dreamy smile slowly appeared on her face. Her rosy-pink nipples stiffened noticeably and she sighed loudly. Phyllis propped herself back up on her elbows, brushed the damp hair away from her eyes, and looked sheepishly up at Harlan. “I’m sorry, but I’ve never … I’ve never …”
“That’s all right. Are you sure it doesn’t hurt.”
“No, it doesn’t hurt.” Phyllis blushed and whispered, “I feel so full.”
“I can understand that!” Harlan thought, not really knowing how to respond.
Eyes pleading, Phyllis touched Harlan’s trapped forearm and continued, “Actually, it feels kind of nice.”
“Yes, it does.”
“Well … that’s good,” Harlan breathed. “If you just lie back and relax, I’m sure it will slip right out.”
“All right,” Phyllis sighed, lying back against the pillows.
Attempting to shift to a more comfortable position, Harlan slowly turned his captured hand. “Oh, that felt nice,” Phyllis breathed, her eyes locking on Harlan’s.
Harlan stared back at her and whispered, “It didn’t hurt?”
“No, it felt very nice,” she whimpered.
“Should I do it again?”
“Yes. Do it again. Do it very slowly.”
Ever so slowly, Harlan rotated his hand within her slippery cunt. “Ooooou! I’ve never felt anything like this!” Phyllis whispered, her eyes focused intently on Harlan.
“I believe you!” Harlan thought, his loose fingers lightly brushing her cervix.
Harlan stopped and slowly rotated his hand in the opposite direction. “Oooooooooou, that’s so good!” Phyllis exhaled.
Thick, wet, blood-engorged petals engulfed Harlan’s impaling wrist. “How can she take this?!” he wondered. “She’s got my whole hand in her pussy! And, she’s such a tiny woman!”
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “That feels so good.”
Shaken from his consternation, Harlan slowly swiveled his hand again. “Oh, I feel so full,” Phyllis breathed, sliding her body down to take even more of his forearm deep inside her slit. “Don’t stop. That feels so good.”
“Like this?” Harlan whispered, languidly turning his hand from side-to-side.
“A little more,” she grunted, grasping his forearm to pull his hand still deeper into her hungry snatch and pinching her nipples with her other hand.
“Like this?” he questioned, making a loose fist and gently pressing his knuckles into the floor of her cunt.
“A little more,” Phyllis groaned, squirming on his captive hand.
“Like this?” Harlan asked, tentatively pumping his hand back-and-forth and twisting it from side-to-side.
“Yes, that’s really good!” Phyllis chirped, her wide eyes locked on his.
“And this?” Harlan inquired, pistoning his hand to gently rock her entire body back-and-forth.
“Ooooou! Yes, that’s good! That’s really good!”
Briskly thrusting his fist in-and-out of her slit, Harlan pushed her forward with his bottoming knuckles and pulled her petite body back with the wide heel of his hand. Groaning loudly, her body writhed and thrashed uncontrollably. Suddenly, Phyllis threw back her head and screamed. She convulsed and her cunt clamped down hard on Harlan’s fist. Her face and torso turned bright crimson-red as she squirmed and groaned, her nipples stiffening into bullets on her heaving breasts.
“O-h m-y g-a-w-d! O-h m-y g-a-w-d!” she shrieked. Spasm after spasm wracked her sweat-soaked body, her pussy clenching and unclenching around Harlan’s buried hand. “Ooooooooooh!” Phyllis groaned and slumped back against the pillows. Looking up at Harlan, she said, “That was good! That was really good!”
“I thought so, little girl,” Harlan teased, smiling down at her. “Now, just lie back and relax while I do this.”
Loosening his fist, he slowly pulled back. “Not so fast,” Phyllis sighed, gripping Harlan’s wrist with her cunt, as he attempted to gently extract his captured hand. “Just wait a little while.”
“It doesn’t hurt?”
“No, it doesn’t hurt at all. I just want you to wait a little while,” Phyllis giggled playfully, propping herself back up on her elbows.
“Oh,” was all that Harlan could think to say, watching her smiling face.
“The fullness feels good. Wonderful, really.”
“That’s good,” Harlan replied lamely.
“It’s unbelievable,” Phyllis breathed, looking straight into Harlan’s eyes. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
“I believe you.”
“It’s true!” she tittered, eyes wide. “It’s really unbelievable!”
“Glad I could help,” Harlan smiled, brushing her sweaty cheek with his free hand.
Phyllis grasped Harlan’s hand, kissed it, and held it against her face. “This feels so good. I can’t describe it!” she continued.
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes! Keep going. Do it very slowly,” Phyllis whispered, locking eyes with Harlan and rocking her torso gently back-and-forth.
“All right, I’ll do it very slowly.”
Harlan slowly pistoned and twisted his clenched fist deep inside of her. “Yes, just like that,” Phyllis breathed, eyes wide.
“Should I go faster now?” Harlan teased, as he accelerated his rhythmic thrusts.
“Yes! Faster! And harder!”
“Like this?” he asked, methodically rocking her spindled body back-and-forth.
“Y-yes! Yes! That’s good! That’s so good! That’s so good!”
Rivulets of sweat ran off her body. Harlan watched in amazement, as her blood-engorged inner petals opened and closed around his impaling forearm, in sync with his strong, cyclic movements.
“Oooooh! Ooooooooooh! That’s so good! That’s so good!” Phyllis threw back her head and cried. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
“My fist is a piston in her engine!” Harlan marveled, watching his wrist sliding in-and-out of her slippery cunt. Her sopping pussy squelched loudly with each rhythmic stroke, coating his forearm with her intimate juices.
Their frenzied movements brought Harlan’s knuckles all the way back to her entrance. Phyllis screamed. Her already blood-engorged clit bulged, and the stretched flesh enveloping Harlan’s hand turned lily-white. Screaming again, her body thrashed violently before collapsing and lying still.
Harlan froze. Phyllis’s pussy spasmodically pulsed and clutched at him, squeezing his fist into a tight ball. To Harlan’s utter relief, her sodden cunt relaxed and released his trapped hand.
“My gawd! She fainted!”
Reviving himself from his momentary stupor, Harlan examined Phyllis. Her flush, sweat-soaked body lay limp on the bed, and her breathing was ragged. Her pubic hair was matted, and her thighs glistened from her juices. “I think she’ll be all right,” Harlan murmured, checking and rechecking her accelerated pulse.
Slowly, gradually, Phyllis’s pulse and breathing returned to normal. Harlan sighed in relief and retrieved a wet washcloth and a glass of cold water. Returning to her side, he noted, “My gawd, my hand …the whole apartment smells like pussy!”
Gently wiping the sweat from Phyllis’s face and brushing aside her wet curls, Harlan looked down on her with concern. As he dabbed at her smeared makeup, her eyelids, at last, fluttered. She looked up. “Oh, that feels nice,” she sighed lazily.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m fine. More than fine. Why? What’s wrong?” Phyllis asked, her beautiful eyes opening wide.
“You fainted. You had me very worried. Here drink this,” Harlan said, holding out the glass. “I don’t want you to dehydrate.”
“I fainted?! Really?!”
“Unbelievable!” Harlan smiled and shook his head.
“That too!” Phyllis replied, propping herself up on an elbow and accepting the glass. “Now, I should do something nice for you.”
“No, I’m not kidding. I’ll do anything, anything you like,” Phyllis said, looking Harlan straight in the eye.