Klempner - Twenty-Six Years Ago
We lie together, both wearing the ridiculous pyjamas. Never in my life have I wanted a woman the way I want this one. I’m lying on my back and have a screaming erection, but I rumple the blankets to conceal it.
She’s a professional….
She knows….
Mitch rolls onto her side to face me. “Larry…”
“Hmmm?”
“You said…. You said that you wanted me to want….”
Hope flutters inside my chest. I roll onto my side too, our faces close.
“Larry, I want you to touch me.”
My groin jolts.
Propping myself up on an elbow to look slightly down on her, I cup her cheek with my palm. Inside, I’m shaking; short of breath. Something pulses inside my ears.
How do I do this?
She echoes my gesture, reaching up to caress the side of my face, her fingers digging in slightly, gui
