Body Wisdom

Chapter One-2

“Tomorrow?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“I’ll pick you up here, or at home?”

“How about at home, about six,” I suggested, restoring a degree of maturity to my manner, though my heart was still fluttering, and my crotch was throbbing. I figured I’d be home m**********g minutes after crossing my doorstep. What else would I do for twenty four hours, but sweat this out, wondering what a fool I’d make of myself on a date with such a younger man?

Kurt was on my doorstep promptly at six the next night, with a small bouquet of blue, white and yellow flowers in his hand.

“You were looking at them,” he explained as he handed them to me. His masculine touch seemed a little odd with the delicate flowers in his earthy hands. I took them from him, and invited him inside.

“These are beautiful,” I said, smelling them.

“You might want to put them in water,” he suggested. “Wildflowers never last very long.”

“Yes, you’re right,” I said. I was in awe of him, but I didn’t know why. “Would you like some wine?”

“Do you have any beer?” he asked.

“Sure.” I was quickly on my way to the kitchen for the flowers, the beer, and my own sanity. I had to find it before it ran away on me. When I finally returned, I sat down across from him and a prickly silence followed.

“You’re uncomfortable with me, why?” he finally asked, as I attentively watched him drink his beer.

His directness surprised me, but it was certainly a reasonable question. Obviously, my discomfort showed. “I don’t know why, but you’re right, you do make me nervous. Perhaps it’s the difference in our ages.”

“That bothers you?” he wondered.

“I don’t know. I’m used to dating men older than me…” I couldn’t quite explain what I was feeling. “It doesn’t bother you?”

“I wouldn’t have asked you out if it had.” He finished the beer quickly, stood up, and reached down to grab my hand. “We’re going up the coast the Crab House,” he announced. I breathed a sigh of relief as he led me out the door, glad to finally be getting this awkward date underway.

During dinner, we talked about the library, the politics in Shelter Bay, his shop and why he had the eclectic blend of everything he loved inside. We talked about lots of other things that I don’t remember. I do remember how his eyes and smile bathed me in a sensuous cocoon. I think they left me hypnotized and unable to think, especially when there was a pause in the conversation. In the silence I felt self-conscious, the way he looked at me so earnestly. He took my hand once, and fondled it lightly, so it felt as if he was making love to me through the sensitive nerve endings there.

By the time we finished our meal, the s****l heat swimming through me was so intense, I wondered how I could keep myself from going to bed with him that night.

At my door, Kurt kissed me once, lingering a long time with his lips on my lips. I felt his hand on my thigh, and I wanted to squirm against it, but I found myself moving away. “I’m not ready for this, Kurt.”

“No?” He dropped his hand and backed away, leaving me disappointed that he didn’t keep going.

“I don’t think so,” I answered, rather haltingly. I knew I was giving him mixed messages, but then my body and mind were giving me mixed messages too.

“I’d never push, you just looked interested,” he commented.

“I am, but this is a first date.”

He nodded as if he understood.

“How do I know if I can trust you?” I said, trying to justify my reasoning.

“You probably can’t,” he agreed with a whimsical grin.

I laughed. “You’re not helping me at all here.” If he’d just back away altogether, I wouldn’t have to make a choice, but he wasn’t doing that. His body standing so close to mine only made the choosing harder.

“What can I do to help?” he said lightly. “Promise you the sun, moon and stars?”

“I wouldn’t believe you if you did,” I said, amused by his wit.

“That’s good,” he said. “You know, you could go to bed with me on a lark, nothing serious, just for fun?” he suggested. He saw my puzzled expression, and gave me an understanding smile, taking my reluctance as a final “no”. “So, I’ll be going,” he said, with a smug knowing grin. “I can wait.” He leaned in to kiss me again, and I grabbed his hand.

“Why don’t you come in for a while?” I suggested.

I was making decisions rapidly, weighing evidence, considering possibilities, wondering what it would be like to screw him totally “on a lark.” No expectations, no strings, no worries, just good s*x and nothing more. Maybe then, all this yearning for him would go away, and I’d stop obsessing. I could stop thinking of him day and night with his hands inside my pants.

Maybe I could be that impulsively reckless. Why did I have to be committed to him? I wasn’t sure I’d ever want a commitment with Kurt Cezant, but I did want to go to bed with him. I did want to feel his body as close as it had been, and closer still. And I certainly didn’t want to wait to try a real relationship only to find out that we really weren’t suited for each other. Then, my conscience wouldn’t let me have with s*x with him at all. It may have been a strange system of rules I had for myself, but I was used to how they worked.

Kurt was reading my thoughts as I opened the door. “I won’t force myself on you, Jessie,” he reminded, as we stepped inside. I knew making that move was sealing my fate, and that pleased me.

“I know you won’t, you don’t have to. I do trust you that much. I’ll go get some wine.” I turned to take off for the kitchen, planning just a moment’s breather to get everything straight, when he suddenly stopped me.

“Wait, Jess, don’t move,” he called out. He didn’t raise his voice, but his words halted me in my tracks like a command. Approaching me from behind, he stood very close, just as I’d imagined him so many times in my daydreams. When I felt his hand at my neck, a finger tracing its way down my back, I began to tremble. He leaned down and kissed my shoulder with gentle lips, then took my hands in his and held them tightly behind me.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” raced through my head trying to stop me. But the wicked other half of me refused to make Kurt stop. All that body heat and fire I’d been feeling all these days was suspended in his simple touch, waiting to be released.

The way he held my hands, I felt trapped, but I didn’t struggle to get free. He kissed my neck until he reached the top of my shirt, then he pulled it down so his lips could continue down my shoulder. Dropping my hands, he turned me around, letting his eyes hold me captive instead. I waited as he carefully unbuttoned my shirt, and pushed it away with his fingertips, so it fell softly to the floor. The lace teddy underneath was transparent enough for him to see my breasts. Eyeing them for some moments, I shivered under his attentive gaze, wondering what he thought of what he saw. When he bent down to kiss them and his hands began to fondle the two soft cushions of flesh, I relaxed, as if I’d somehow passed a test.

“You like it rough don’t you?” he asked me. As gentle as he was being, it seemed like a curious question, but he was obviously reading something in me he knew was there.

“Do I telegraph myself that well?” I asked, amazed by his insight.

“I know, I’m only attracted to women that like it nasty,” he said. There was a smirk on his lips as he said the word “nasty.” It made me jolt to think of what he might mean.

Pulling the teddy away altogether, he gazed down at my naked breasts for another breathtaking inspection. I’d never known a man who was so filled with obvious admiration for my body. Was he just this way with me, or was he like this with all his women? It was surprising that he was so attracted to me, when he could easily bed most any woman under forty in Shelter Bay. What makes me so special? I was wondering to myself. But the wondering quickly ceased when my s****l desire rose too high to bother thinking anymore.

He seized my n*****s and squeezed them lightly, then leaned in to kiss first one, then the other. His teeth nibbled the skin as if he might bite it, but he backed away and led me to my couch where he motioned me to sit.

“Put your hands behind you,” he purred to me softly. I took the instruction as another command.

It was hard to understand his power over me but it was nothing I could deny. Such control, and so very gentle. I’m sure it was his dark eyes, the way they had me bewitched, as if he’d cast a spell around me—body and soul.

Kneeling in front of me, he parted my legs wide, though not so he could focus on my spread p***y, now so available for his inspection. Instead, he was diving for my breasts again. Cupping them in his hands, he feasted on them with his mouth, while I waited in this enforced repose, my hands behind me as though I was bound. He wanted nothing to obstruct his access to me. Acutely aware of his every touch, the breath from his lips, the skin to skin contact, every sensation seemed magnified because I couldn’t respond back to him.

My only reply to his artful play was some silly gibberish that escaped my lips, and a fountain of ohs and ahhhhs as I shuddered with each breath. He answered back, pursuing me with a fervor I’d never experienced from any man. My whole body seemed more connected to itself than ever before. What he did to my breasts and n*****s, I felt between my legs and all the way down my thighs to my toes.

Taking each of my hands in one of his, he laid me against the couch and drew my wrists over my head where they were as bound as they would have been if he’d tied them with rope. I felt his fingers under my skirt, the touch of them so tender and yet able to spark such lightening shocks of desire I could feel my hips moving to meet him. My skirt quickly fluttered like a sail to the floor. And with my thighs parted wide, he lifted the heart of my s*x to his mouth driving me to a quick sharp edge. I was lost somewhere in the sensations, thinking of nothing but how my body felt behind my closed eyes. When I opened them again, Kurt was hovering over me, his expression at once savage and sweet. The feel of his erection pressing against the opening of my cunt was as savage and sweet as the look in his eyes. He moved inside without effort, my body welcoming him home as he thrust deep.

Silently, I screamed to touch him, to run my hands along his muscled chest, to feel the firmness of his thighs with my fingertips. But when I pulled them down to hold him close, he whispered quietly a stern, “No,”, and I was obliged to obey.

I’d never known anything to be quite so astonishing. I was forced to feel every feeling, and experience every sensation he provoked in my body – without my giving one thing back, other than the look of desire on my face. This hard driving screw took me quickly to a sudden climax. I jerked orgasmically as a first wave of spasms shocked my system. His pulsing erection turned me on fire, and after that first wild orgasm, the climax continued on, until I was swimming in its blissful rhythms, thinking it would never end.

I saw how Kurt’s face changed from fierce and savage to tenderly sweet the instant that I climaxed, and then how it contorted into a scowl as he tensed. With his finale going off inside me, the sound of his guttural groan vibrated through my body setting off another vibrant burst of s****l joy.

In the breathless exhaustion that comes at the end, Kurt collapsed against me and we lay together side by side. A tight fit on my small couch, it meant he had his arms around me holding me close. His hands were in my hair and his tongue nibbled at my neck so I almost laughed with the ticklish shivers.