With a practiced hand Maggie opened the champagne bottle and half-filled two flutes from the tray. “Here,” she said, handing Gerry a glass, “sip this.”
Gerry emptied the glass. “I guess it shows,” he said. “That I’m really nervous. About this, I mean.”
Maggie laughed. “It does show. But what are you so nervous about? We were together last week and it was very pleasurable.”
“I want something different from what we did last week.”
“That’s fine with me. What would give you pleasure?”
Gerry took his wallet out of his back pocket and withdrew ten fifty-dollar bills. “I understand that I can pay extra for something special.” He counted out four more fifties and handed all seven hundred dollars to Maggie. “I want to have you completely in my power. I want to feed you a potent sex drug. I mean,” he hesitated, “I mean that I want to be able to do everything to you and have you beg for more.” Maggie could see his throat muscles work as he swallowed hard.
“You do remember my rules. No real drugs and if you decide you want to have sexual intercourse, you will use a condom.”
“Of course. I remember everything you told me last week and I will abide by your rules. No problem.”
“And I get no pleasure from serious pain, so whips and things like that are not for me.”
“I understand.”
Maggie looked up at Gerry from beneath her long lashes. She smiled. “How will you give me this drug, or have you done that already?”
Gerry hesitated, then grinned and said, “Yes. Yes. I did give it to you already. It was in the champagne.”
“Is that why I’m feeling so warm?” Maggie said, slipping into the role Gerry wanted her to play.
“It certainly is.”
Maggie stretched out on the sofa and fanned herself with her hand. “I’m so hot, baby. So hot.”
“Yes, you certainly are. Maybe you’d better take off your dress.”
“Oh, yes,” Maggie said, standing up and turning her back to Gerry. “Would you help me unzip? I seem to be all thumbs. I can’t seem to make my hands work right.”
Maggie could feel Gerry’s cold fingers on her back as he fumbled with the zipper. As he slid the zipper down, Maggie began to move her hips. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she said, her voice low and breathy. “I can’t seem to stand still.” She wiggled out of her dress, let it fall around her feet and stepped out of it. Maggie had selected a pale pink satin bra and matching bikini panties. Although her age couldn’t help but show, her frequent aerobic classes kept her figure tight. She rubbed her palms over the tips of her breasts. “God, I can’t stand this. I’m so…I don’t know.”
Gerry stared at Maggie’s breasts which more than filled the small cups of her bra. “Are you uncomfortable?” he asked with mock innocence.
“I don’t know,” Maggie answered, undulating her hips and rubbing her nipples. She watched Gerry’s eyes, and from the gleam surmised that the fantasy was playing out to his satisfaction. “I just want something.”
“I know exactly what you want and only I can give it to you.”
“Please. Do it. Help me. I’m so hot.”
“I know. You’re hot all over, aren’t you. Especially between your legs. Hot and itchy. Do you need to rub yourself?”
“Oh, yes,” Maggie moaned.
When Maggie’s fingertips started to slide under the elastic of her panties, Gerry pulled it back. “Well, you can’t. Not yet. Not until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes. But…”
“No buts. You are mine to command and I say you may not have any relief yet.”
Maggie played the game. “Please. Don’t make me suffer like this. I need to rub and touch and stroke myself. I need to make myself come.”
“I will let you when you’ve been a good girl and done your chores.”
“What chores?”
“First you must undress me.”
“Oh, yes. May I undress you very slowly? May I kiss and touch you, caress you and make you as hot as I am?”
Gerry spread his arms wide, wordlessly indicating she could begin. Maggie closed the distance between them and pressed the length of her body against his. Sinuously she rubbed her chest and thighs against his as she licked his lips. Then she unbuttoned his shirt, licking his chest as she exposed it. Slowly she pulled the tails from the waistband of his slacks, rubbing her pelvis against his erection as she did so. With her entire body pressed against his, she worked the shirt down over his arms and tossed it on a chair. Her hard nipples pressed against the fabric of her bra and she sensuously rubbed them across his lightly furred chest. “Oh, baby,” she purred as she moved around behind him, constantly rubbing her body against his side, his arm, his back, stroking his skin with her satin-covered breasts and mound.
She moved completely around him until she was again in front of him. She knelt at his feet and put her fingers on his belt buckle. She gazed up at him, a silent question in her eyes.
“Say please,” Gerry said.
“Oh, please. Let me.” Slowly she pulled the end of his belt through the loops and unfastened the buckle. With fumbling fingers she unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. “Oh, baby,” she putted. “You’re not wearing anything underneath.” Careful not to touch his large, fully erect cock, she pulled his slacks down and, at her signal, he stepped out of them.
“Are you hot enough to suck my cock?” Gerry asked.
“I don’t have to be hot to want to suck such a beautiful cock,” Maggie said, sensing these were the right words at the right time. She looked up at him. “Please. May I?”
Gerry wrapped one hand around his erect penis and aimed it at her mouth. His grin said that this was progressing exactly the way he had imagined.
“Do you have to touch it?” Maggie asked. “I want to hold it and suck it myself.”
“Even better, Gerry said, his mouth open and his breathing quick.
Still kneeling at Gerry’s feet, Maggie placed one finger on the tip of his cock and rubbed the tiny drop of pre-come around the head. “I want to taste you.” She flicked the tip of Gerry’s cock with the end of her tongue and watched him shiver. Afraid his knees would buckle, she said, “I would like to go into the bedroom, if that’s all right with you.”
“Yes,” Gerry said, breathless. “Of course.” Quickly they moved into the other room and Gerry stretched out on the bed on his back. “Now, he said, “continue what you were doing.”
Maggie spread his legs, then climbed onto the bed and crouched between his thighs. “Right here,”
