The two sitting around a kitchen table, she pouring tea. Telling him about rent, and what is included. Suddenly shy. Saying, there are some extra things that are included if you want. What sort of things? Well, I haven’t had a man for two years, that’s when my husband got sick, I wouldn’t mind it if you want to get me started again.
The woman’s hands reaching back to help, pulling her cheeks wider, freeing the man’s hands to stroke her. Gently massaging her clitoris, moving to her opening, inserting his fingertip, smiling, my, you’re very wet. Both laughing, the wetness like an erection conferring shared intimate knowledge.
The camera panning to her face. Eyes closed, lost in the physical moment. Breathing with shallow irregular gasps, as if on the edge of implosion. The camera sweeping over her tight white skin, moles, breasts, nipples, curve of her buttock. Moving behind, her spread cheeks filling the screen. The man tonguing her sphincter, stroking her pussy.
Changing positions, the woman pulling down the man’s jeans. His cock full but not yet hard. She contemplating it slowly, reacquainting with something cherished and familiar but long absent. Taking it into her mouth. The cock gradually stiffening. The woman removing it from her mouth, oh my, I’ve got a good one here, sucking it again.
The scene playing on my screen, and too much for me. A tracer arc of sperm, my whole body in a vortex, a groan of relief. Collapsing into a chair, momentarily comatose.
Regathering. Okay, quick clean up. Stop the video, save it to favorites, I can finish it some other time, but probably won’t, you can’t normally recover that first sharp excitement of encountering a new sexual personality. Sanitize the computer. Okay, the day can start now.
