by Abby Weeks
In the chilly air her nipples hardened and goose pimples popped up on her arms and legs. She looked ghostly white. A few minutes passed and she was visibly shivering but she didn’t care. She looked at all those thousands of red rose heads floating in the pool and thought there was no where else in the world she should be but here.
When Henry came down to his kitchen and saw her out on the recliner, shivering like a homeless puppy, he came straight out.
—Mrs Carver?
Janey looked up and saw Henry standing above her in his robe.
—Come inside at once, he said. You’ll catch your death out here.
He took her by the hand and rushed her into the kitchen, shutting the patio door behind her.
—Let me get you a blanket, he said.
—No, she said. I don’t need anything.
—You’re freezing.
—I don’t care. I don’t want to be covered up. I feel like I’ve been covered up my entire life.
She hugged her body with her arms for warmth. Henry looked at her a few seconds, his eyes drinking in her naked, white flesh.
—Well, let me put up the heat then, he said.
He walked over to a digital thermostat on the wall and pressed the plus button a few times, setting the house temperature well above normal. Immediately Janey felt warm air flow from a vented slit by the floor. It felt a lot better.
—This kitchen has heated floors, Henry said. It should warm up pretty soon.
—Thank you, Janey said.
It was a strange situation. She was sitting at the counter in this almost complete stranger’s house, stark naked. She looked at Henry. He smiled back at her.
—I’ll put on some coffee, he said.
—That would be nice.
He had a very fancy looking espresso machine and he scooped coffee from a steel tin and placed a metal filter carefully on the scoop. Then he cranked it into place and hit a switch. Within a few seconds, a delicious aroma of fresh coffee filled the room. He heated some milk on the stove and poured her a cup of hot milk and then poured some espresso into it.
—Thank you, she said.
He nodded as if making her coffee was something he did every single morning. She felt surprisingly comfortable, sitting naked at Henry’s breakfast bar, sipping coffee. She felt again the warm, protective feeling of Henry’s gaze on her bare body.
—Thank you for the flowers, she said to him softly.
—You’re welcome, Janey. May I call you Janey?
—Of course, she said, smiling.
—You’re a very beautiful girl.
—I don’t know how you managed to get so many roses delivered on such short notice.
He smiled. —I have some friends in the business.
Janey finished her coffee and then looked at Henry, returning his gaze.
—What are we going to do? she said and smiled as wickedly as she knew how.
She had no idea what she was doing, or what she was suggesting, and she felt a little guilty for being in this elderly man’s home, completely naked, as if it was she who was taking advantage of him. But she didn’t really care. She needed his attention and she wasn’t willing to spend another day putting on a show for him from across the lawn. She wanted to take things farther. She looked down at her arm, at the red burn mark on it. Ben hadn’t even noticed it. She wanted to get even.
VII
HENRY LOOKED AT HER LONG and hard.
—He’s hurting you, isn’t he?
She was disarmed by the question.
—Who? My husband?
Henry nodded.
Janey felt a tear fall down her cheek. It was true. He was hurting her.
—He’s sleeping with his secretary, she said.
—I see.
Henry looked like he understood. Maybe he’d experienced some similar pain in his life, although she couldn’t imagine that he had.
—I just feel, I don’t know, I feel like I need some attention.
—That’s understandable, Henry said.
He looked at her. His eyes moved from her face down to her breasts, and then to her thighs. Janey opened her legs, giving him a clearer view of her delicate vagina. He swallowed. She began rocking on the chair a little in anticipation for whatever was going to happen between them. She was so ready to get even with Ben that she could burst.
—I just have one condition, Henry said.
—What do you mean?
—If we’re going to do this, I want you to promise me something.
Janey looked into the old man’s eyes. She felt instinctively that she could trust him.
—Ok, she said.
—I don’t want you to use me as a crutch. I don’t want you using what we have as a means of coping with a bad relationship at home.
—Ok, she said, more carefully.
—Sometimes people need an escape. That’s fine. I understand that completely. But use the courage that you gain to face your fears and challenges, not to run away from them.
Janey nodded. She wasn’t really ready to be dealing with the issue of Ben’s affair. She’d been telling herself that it would go away on its own. She’d hoped that by moving out to Sunny Oaks the affair would disappear. Now she had a complete stranger talking to her about it. Were her problems that obvious? She supposed they must be.
—Please just take me upstairs, she whispered.
VIII
HENRY’S BEDROOM WAS ENORMOUS. It was decorated in a minimalist, modern style. Everything was sparse and simple but also very expensive. It was a very masculine sort of luxury. Janey saw the window that Henry stood at when he watched her. It was at one end of the room and at the other was the bed.
—Nice view, Janey said and smiled.
Henry nodded. He seemed quiet. There was a black, leather armchair with a steel frame by the bed and he sat on it.
—Are you ok?
He nodded again. He hadn’t spoken since they’d entered the room.
—It’s just, it’s been a long time since anyone’s been in this room other than me.
—Oh, Janey said. I’m sorry.
—Oh no, child. You have nothing to be sorry for. In fact, you’re giving a beautiful gift to a very lonely old man. Don’t be sorry for one second.
She nodded. She was still naked. It was growing accustomed to being in naked in his presence. She felt as comfortable with Henry naked as she did with most people clothed.
—What do you want me to do? she said.
Henry looked at her then as if seeing her for the first time. His gaze started on her feet and ankles and then made their way up her long, thin legs to her thighs, vagina, stomach, breasts, neck and finally her face. His eyes met hers. He motioned to the bed and she climbed onto it. It was the largest bed she’d ever been on. It must have been custom made. It was longer than the average bed but it was even wider than it was long. Even the mattress and sheets must have been custom ordered.
—Sit and face me, Henry said.
His voice was calm and kind but there was also no doubting that he was in control. He told her what to do in the manner of someone who was used to being obeyed. It was as if she was one of his research students and he was directing her in some complicated scientific procedure. He respected her intelligence but needed her to do exactly as he said.
She was sitting with her legs spread open, exposing her vagina to him clearly. She moved up and down slowly, partly from nerves, partly from excitement. She felt utterly exhilarated to be here in front of him, so close he could reach out and touch her.
—Touch it, he said.
She looked down at her sweet, little pussy. It looked perfect. She knew it did. The skin was smooth and silky. The flesh of her inner thighs was white as clean snow and as it approached the outer lips of her vagina it gradually turned to a light pink. From there it grew redder as it approached the innermost lips of the vagina. She felt like a delicate flower. That was what it was like when Henry looked at her, with so much longing and
love in his face she could almost feel it.
She put her finger in her mouth and touched the outer side of the inner vaginal lips, gently pushing on the little flaps of skin that formed her clitoris and that were capable of giving her so much exquisite pleasure. As she rubbed the clitoris, blood flowed into it filling the area with life and sensation and making it puff and redden in its signal of sexual readiness.
Henry was watching intently, his mouth slightly open, his hand slowly moving from his side to his crotch and inside the fold of his robe. She knew he must be growing hard under the robe but she couldn’t see his cock. Not yet.
She strained to open her legs wider, she wanted him to see absolutely everything she had to offer. She wanted to give his eyes more pleasure than he had never known before. Most of all she wanted him to feel some sort of love for her, something that she could count on while Ben played with his secretary and treated her as if she was utterly disposable and worthless.
She pushed her index finger slowly into the mouth of her vagina. She was growing wet and it slid in easily. She forced it in as deeply as she could reach but felt it wasn’t nearly long enough. A finger was such a small implement, she thought. She pushed her finger in and out of her vagina, letting it get all wet, trying to simulate being fucked by a hard cock. Then she took two fingers and slid them in together. The extra girth gave her some more pleasure but again, she felt it wasn’t enough.
—Turn around, Henry said.
She looked at him and he held her gaze, his caring eyes meeting hers levelly. She got on her hands and knees with her bum facing him. Then she reached around and fingered her vagina again.
—Do the bum, he said.
His voice cracked. He may be used to giving orders, Janey thought, but it wasn’t every day that he told a girl to finger her bum. Her finger was already nice and wet from her cunt and she touched her anus with it. That was more like it. For some reason she felt more excited, naughtier, now that she was playing with her bum. She pushed her finger into her little asshole and let out a quiet moan. She moved it in and out of her anus, in and out, in and out. She looked back and saw that Henry was stroking his long, thick cock openly now. She wanted to offer to do it for him, to make him come, but she wasn’t sure if the contact would be too much for him. Right now it seemed like all he wanted to do was watch her.
She pulled open her butt cheeks with her hands so that he could get a really clear view of her anus. She continued fingering it. This time she used two fingers together. The extra width was startling and the slight pain, mixed with the pleasure caused her to cry out.
—That’s it, Henry said. Now do both together.
She looked back at him but he was transfixed on her bum.
She reached back and stuck her thumb into her anus and her index and middle fingers into her cunt. She had made a claw shape with her hand and used it to push in and out of both holes at once. It was a thrill to have Henry sitting there, stroking himself as he watched her. Janey felt awfully slutty being there. She was a married woman after all. But she also delighted in the attention that she was getting from Henry, and the revenge she felt she was getting on Benjamin for his cheating.
She continued to finger herself and she looked back at Henry. His large cock was in his hand and he was stroking it slowly, up and down.
—That’s beautiful, Janey, Henry said.
—Do you want me to do more?
—What do you mean.
She looked at his penis.
—I could suck you, she said.
—Oh, Henry said.
He sounded surprised, as if it had never crossed his mind that she might actually make contact with him.
—Are you getting bored? he asked. I’m not doing enough for you.
—No, Henry. Gosh. Please don’t think that. It’s just, I thought you might enjoy it.
He nodded his head.
—I understand, he said. Of course you want to make contact. You want satisfaction. It’s only natural. I’ll tell you what. You stay right there. I’ll make a phone call.
—What do you mean? Who are you calling?
—A friend. Don’t you worry who it is.
—Oh, Henry. You can’t.
—Hush, child. He’s a good friend.
—But Henry, I thought this was just something between you and me. I thought we were doing this together.
—We are, Janey. Believe me, this means the world to me. It’s just, I’m not ready for physical contact. I’ve been through a lot of pain in my life, a lot of emotional grief, and I’m unable to give you what you may be in need of.
He spoke slowly and awkwardly. He was afraid of not being able to satisfy her. He was shy, and timid. It was strange, given how confident he seemed when he told her what to do.
—Henry. You have nothing to be afraid of. I want to touch you. I want us to do this. Please don’t be afraid of me. We can take things as slowly as you like.
He shook his head and looked down.
—You don’t understand, Janey. It’s been a very long time since I’ve been with a woman. I’m simply unable, right now. Maybe some time in the future I’ll feel differently, but right now I’m not able to make the leap toward full contact. It’s too much.
She looked at his sad, lonely eyes. She wondered how long it had been since he’d felt the comforts of a woman. She knew it had been over ten years since his wife and child had died. She didn’t want him to know that she’d read his life history so she said nothing about it. She thought, that was the reason for his inability to make contact, though.
—Are you sure you don’t want me to suck you, Henry? I’d be glad to do it. I want to do it. My husband’s been cheating on me for months. I need to do it for my own sense of self-worth.
He shook his head.
—I know, Janey. You just stay put. I’m going to make a call and take care of this.
He got up and left the room. She felt foolish in the room now that she was alone. She was naked and alone in her elderly next door neighbor’s house. She got up off the bed and looked across the lawn at her house through the window. What was she doing over here? She was being incredibly reckless. She knew nothing about Henry other than what she’d read on the internet and now she was naked in his bedroom while he called a friend. It was ludicrous. She should get out of that house right away. Before Henry returned she should leave. She could be home in two minutes and out at the gym or the mall or something, doing what a normal wife should be doing, within the hour.
She pictured what her day would be like if she left and she knew she wouldn’t go. She didn’t want to be one of those forgotten, mistreated women whose husband’s left the house in the morning to go fuck other women. She was a lot of things, maybe even a slut, but at least she wasn’t sitting at home watching television or going to the mall and buying clothes that no one would ever care about.
Henry came back into the room.
—I called a friend, he said.
She turned and looked at him from the window where she stood.
—Oh, she said.
—Now, before he gets here, I have a few things I want you to do. You have to be prepared.
—Ok, she said.
She wasn’t sure what he wanted her to do but she was glad that the certainty and assertiveness had come back into his voice. She wanted him to be in charge. She wanted him to know what was going on and to take the lead.
He made his way toward the washroom.
—Follow me, he said.
Janey followed him into the washroom. He was sitting on the side of the bathtub. It was built into the room and had a low wall around it tiled in an exquisite green stone. He was sitting by the toilet.
—Pee, please, he said.
—I beg your pardon?
—Janey, if we’re going to do this then you have to obey me.
That was the Henry she liked the best. The one who was sure of himself and knew what he wanted.
—I’m not sure I’m comfortable doin
g that, Henry.
Janey had never peed in front of anyone in her life. She hadn’t even peed in front of Ben and they’d been married five years.
—Do it, Henry said, forcefully.
Slowly she went over to the toilet and sat on it.
—Go on, Henry said.
Janey wasn’t sure if she’d be able to pee in front of him but she surprised herself. Pee started pouring from her pussy into the toilet and before she knew it, a full stream was flowing down into the water.
—That’s it, Henry said when she was finished. That wasn’t so difficult now, was it?
She shook her head.
—Now, I want you to shave. You have to be perfect for my friend.
—Shave? Are you sure?
She was wiping herself with some tissue paper and she reached back to flush the toilet. Henry took a man’s disposable razor and a tube of shaving foam from the vanity and handed them to her.
—Come over here, he said. Get in the bath.
Henry stayed where he was, seated on the side of the bathtub, but he reached over and ran the hot water. Acting more obediently than she would have thought possibly, Janey did as she was told. She waited for the bath to fill up and then checked the temperature. It was about right so she stepped in and sat up on her knees. Then she took the shaving foam from Henry and sprayed some onto her hand. She wasn’t used to using foam like this but she lathered it onto her vagina. She was surprised at how cool and soothing it felt. She took the razor and carefully shaved around her vagina, Henry watching all the while.
—Good, he said when she was finished.
He got her a towel and she stood up and he dried her off like a child. Then he brought her back into the bedroom and told her to wait on the bed.
Janey wasn’t sure how she felt about what had just happened. It was an extremely strange experience. She felt as if she trusted Henry but things were beginning to get a bit weird, and she was apprehensive about whoever he might have called up. Still, she didn’t do anything to remove herself from the situation. She knew that she would much rather be here with Henry, playing to his kinky fetishes, than at home alone.
