Open before him, he dropped his face to my vulva, cradled my buttocks as
music continued to float up from speakers below. My hands held his head; my
knees spread and up. I was open. The doctor knew his anatomy. He first kissed
my labia lips and searched for my clitoris. Once found he twirled it with his
tongue and tugged on it with his lips. I kept moaning no while arching up to
his twirling tongue. My hands clutched the back of his head pressing his mouth
and tongue forcibly to my vagina.
I experienced an intense climax while shouting denials as my head swayed to
and fro, earrings caressing cheeks and neck.
With my last quiver he raised his head. I saw his approving smile in the half light. He moved up, lay next to me and let me relax while holding my hand. We said nothing. Once serene again he rolled above me, kissed me, kissed my breasts and went back down to my clitoris until I was ready for his entry.
The condom, my wanton premeditated intent, was out of reach in my purse,
left there to avoid appearance of a planned outcome, another lie. Now I needed
to interrupt and rummage for it, reveal my lascivious premeditated supposition. Relief
came as he reached over, opened his night stand drawer, pulled one out and
rolled it on.
I arched my hips up, legs spread, vagina wet for his entry, no longer hesitant or coy. I wanted him inside me. He entered as if we were in slow motion, to the hilt. I dropped my buttocks back on the bed. He was in.
The warmth of his penis pressing up in my vagina filled me. It shuddered
with pleasure. I moaned, "Yes". He began slowly, moving in and out,
steadily increasing the tempo until fast and furious with his back arched, his
pelvis thumping mine. He held my hands down into the covers while staring at me
from above. I closed my eyes while he crashed waves into me on the bed, each
new wave thump faster and louder.
I experienced 2 moaning orgasms with the latter as he climaxed in a spasm.
It was my most intense sexual experience until then.
Spent, we laid cheek to cheek as the water undulations receded from our
spastic movements. The 8 track tape’s reel had reached its end, the speakers
silent. With the bed calm he withdrew his withered penis, slid off the condom
and plopped it on the floor. We lay next to one another, holding hands, as when
we walked up the movie aisle. Once the wave motions subsided again he rose and
"Let's have tea. I’ll make a pot."
The bed again undulated as the water adjusted to his absence. He went to the chair and slid on his trousers but took a fresh shirt out of the closet, left to go downstairs and closed the door behind him, leaving me alone to arise in private. Unfamiliar with getting out of a water bed I put my legs over the edge and after a few wave bounces sat on the padded railing.
I reached over and quietly slid open the nightstand drawer and peeked at the
open condom box, pleased to see a box of three with two left.
Secure with the closed bedroom door, I buoyantly arose, naked. The bedroom
had its own bathroom. I gathered my purse; bra, panty and dress, tippy toed to
the bathroom and locked the door. Placing my things on the hamper I opened the
medicine cabinet to check for female traces but there were none. It was bare
except for tooth brush, tooth paste and shaving stuff. I smiled and thought.
The doctor's" medicine cabinet holds no medicine.
Closing the cabinet I saw my reflection in its cover mirror, the face of an
adulterer. If eyes are mirrors of the soul they should reflect condemnation.