Now and Forever--Let's Make Love

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  “Shit,” a woman responded. “This is all I need. No air conditioning, now this.”

  “Damn,” a younger woman said, “I can’t see a thing. Aren’t there supposed to be emergency lights in this car?”

  Bodies were moving around, rearranging themselves to make use of the little space available. “I’ll find the alarm,” Gravel Voice said.

  A moment later, the harsh clang of the alarm bell jangled everyone’s already-raw nerves. “Shit,” a woman said. “Stop that noise. I’ve already got a headache.”

  Melissa instinctively moved slightly away from the sound and felt her back press against a man’s chest, a man she assumed was Doug. “Sorry,” she whispered.

  The man pressed his crotch against Melissa’s back and she became very aware of the ridge of flesh beneath his tailored slacks. Being a tall woman, Melissa knew her bottom was just the proper height to cradle the hardness. I should move, she thought. Move forward, against the door. Stop this erotic invasion of my space. But rather than move forward, she pressed backward ever so slightly. God, it feels so good.

  Suddenly, she became aware of a hand sliding around her waist at the junction of her summer silk blouse and soft flowing skirt. Slowly, the hand slipped up her ribs to cup her breast. She wanted to move away, without embarrassing anyone, of course. But she didn’t. No one could see a thing in the pitch-darkness. The hand kept moving, kneading and pinching her breast. She wanted to resist, but instead, she let her head fall back against the shoulder behind her, her arms limp at her sides.

  “How long do you think we’ll be stuck here?” a younger man’s voice asked.

  “Lord only knows,” another man answered.

  Melissa felt a mouth on her ear, breathing hot air into the opening, then nipping at the lobe. What if the lights come on? she wondered. Oh well, she could just stand up and no one would know anything. No one would know that his hand was making her pussy wet, making her hips grind against the hard cock that was cuddled in the crack of her bottom.

  “Hey,” the younger woman yelled, causing Melissa to straighten up. “Someone needs to get us out of here.”

  The hand began to unbutton her top, button by agonizing button. She wanted that hand on her hot flesh. But what if the lights came on? What if …

  “Hello in the elevator,” a distant voice cried.

  “We’re here,” several passengers yelled.

  “Get us out of here,” other voices called.

  By now, all the buttons of Melissa’s blouse were open and the hand had lifted one breast from the cup of her demibra. Then the other breast was free and the hand was pulling and pinching the tender tips. She was unable to keep her hips still, and as she rubbed against the man behind her, she could feel his cock get bigger and harder.

  “Brownout, folks,” the distant voice said, then laughed.

  “Hey, this isn’t funny to us,” Gravel Voice said. “It’s hot as Hades in here and dark as the inside of a cat.”

  Melissa felt the man’s other hand press the middle of her back. She leaned forward until her bare nipples contacted the cold steel of the elevator doors. As she started to pull back, a voice whispered in her ear, “Feel it.”

  She did. Her pussy was on fire as the cold tightened her already-erect nipples. The hand. Yes, the hand was moving downward. For a moment, it lay splayed across her belly, then moved lower still. The fingers pulled at the thin fabric of her skirt, raising it until they contacted the warm, wet skin of her thighs. She reached between her legs and tried to drag the hand to the spot where she needed to feel him.

  “It will be another few minutes, folks,” the outside voice yelled. “We’re rerouting power to the elevator systems.”

  “God,” the younger woman’s voice said, “I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I’m claustrophobic.”

  The man behind her said, “Be patient.” Melissa felt the words rumble in his chest as he pressed the entire length of his body against hers. Was that comment for the woman or for her? She let her hand drop.

  The man’s fingers found the crotch of her panties and the small erect nub that was the center of all her thoughts now. He stroked around her outer lips, not quite touching her clit. “Patience,” he whispered in her ear.

  Then he found her and rubbed—back and forth with long strokes, then hard and fast, driving her higher and higher. Her breasts were like ice, her pussy on fire. What would happen if she came? she wondered. Usually very vocal, could she climax without crying out? And the man’s cock was rubbing her backside faster and faster now. What would happen if he came? His clothes? Oh God, she didn’t care. She reached for her orgasm.

  “Just another minute,” the outside voice said, and the car lurched a bit.

  “Yes,” one voice yelled.

  “All right,” another cried.

  Drenched in sweat, Melissa came hard and hot, biting the inside of her lip to keep silent. She felt the man come, too, bucking his hips against her backside. Oh God, she cried inside her mind. Oh God.

  “Hey, lady,” someone said. “Are you getting off?”

  Melissa came back to reality. The elevator doors were open in front of her and several of the passengers had already wiggled out around her. “Sorry,” she mumbled, still disoriented and incredibly excited by her daydream.

  “Don’t be sorry,” the man behind her said. “Just take your time. It’s too hot for rushing.”

  She turned and looked into Doug’s sky blue eyes. “Thanks.” She stepped from the elevator into the cool of the lobby.

  “Hey. Melissa, isn’t it? I’m really parched after that time in the elevator. How about stopping for a drink? Got a few minutes?”

  “Gee, Doug,” she said. “Yeah, I’ve got time. I’d like that.”

  DAVE’S FANTASY

  Dave had been shopping in this particular mall bookstore for several years. It was convenient—since he worked just across the street—had a pretty good selection, and was a nice place to escape to during his lunch hour. He had gotten to know the staff pretty well, so he was surprised to see the new face behind the counter. Sherry, her name tag said. As he walked to the back of the store, he wondered what about this particular woman had given him a tight feeling in his shorts. As he analyzed the situation, he realized that she had looked him directly in the eye with a nononsense stare. Then her eyes had roamed his body, and when he had caught her looking at his crotch, there was a challenge in the way she returned his gaze.

  As he stood in the erotica section, he imagined her making him do things.

  She walked toward him. Quickly, he picked up a book and began looking through it, trying to look nonchalant. Too late, he realized he was holding Female Dominance in a Man’s World.

  She stopped beside him and glanced at the cover of the book. “I like that particular work,” she said, “and I’ve read it many times.” She raised an eyebrow. “Are you familiar with that form of sexuality?”

  Standing this close, he could smell her perfume (Obsession?) and see deep into her light blue eyes. Unconsciously, his dick started to stiffen in his pants. She was spectacular, tall and lithe, with slender hands and long fingers with tapering bright red nails.

  Before he could answer, she was looking over the shelves. “Have you read Exit to Eden? That’s got some good scenes of dominance. It’s a shame that so few people understand the need to be submissive. Ah, here it is.” Bending from the waist to reach it, her back to Dave, he was treated to a perfect view of her tight little ass. Briefly, he saw just a hint of panties. They were black and very tight.

  The bulge in his pants was unmistakable now. He hoped she wouldn’t notice. “Yes. This is it. This book really turns me on.” She handed it to Dave, and as he reached out to take it from her, she grasped his hand and squeezed it between her fingers and the book’s unyielding cover.

  Looking down, Dave saw her beautiful breasts and noticed her nipples hardening. His dick was so hard now, he really wanted to stroke it, but of course he couldn’
t. He felt flushed, and he knew his face was turning red. He wanted to look at her face, but somehow he couldn’t. He kept his eyes on the floor, his hand unmoving in her grasp.

  Her gaze fell onto the huge bulge in his pants and a mischievous smile crossed her lips. “I see that book does it for you, too,” she said, her voice suddenly deep and throaty. “Come with me.” She started to walk toward the back of the store, and when Dave remained immobile, she turned back. “I told you to do something.”

  Dave put his books on an empty shelf and followed this gorgeous creature. Opening the door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY, Sherry addressed the only other person back there. “Tom, watch the front for me.”

  “You bet,” Tom said, leaving the room and walking up front.

  Locking the door from the inside, Sherry pushed Dave against a worktable. “Now,” she said, grabbing the bulge in the front of his trousers, “you seem to have a big secret in there.” Sherry started rubbing his cock, practiced fingers quickly making him tremble.

  Dave was speechless. He was about ready to grab her and rip her clothes off, when she suddenly patted his crotch and took a step back.

  “I’ve been horny all day,” Sherry said. “I need a good orgasm, and I have the feeling you’re the right man for the job.” While she spoke, she massaged her round, ripe breasts. “Just watch. When I’m ready, I’ll tell you what I want you to do.” She unbuttoned her blouse and threw it to one side, revealing a black lace bra, which was having trouble containing her massive breasts. While Dave watched, she unhooked the latch in the front and the bra fell to the floor.

  Dave’s breath caught in his throat as he saw the most perfect pair of breasts he had ever seen, with erect dark nipples that begged to be sucked. Without realizing it, Dave’s hand started rubbing his erect cock.

  The stinging slap on his wrist came so swiftly that Dave dropped his hands to his sides and stared at the floor. “I’m sorry.”

  “You bet you are,” Sherry snapped. “I thought you understood. My pleasure is the only thing that matters here.” She paused, then added, “Of course, if you’re really good, I might let you come, too.”

  “Th-thank you,” Dave stammered. His pulse was pounding and his entire body was shaking with excitement.

  “That’s better,” Sherry said sweetly. “I think we understand each other.”

  As Dave watched, Sherry turned and, bending over slightly, unbuttoned and unzipped her short, close-fitting black skirt and pushed it down to the ground. Dave got a look at her skintight black lace panties. The garment was laced up the center of the front with a red satin ribbon.

  “Come over here and kneel in front of me!” Dave knew she would brook no resistance, and he had none. He was hers and he would do whatever she wanted.

  Dave knelt. He was only inches away from the pussy of this incredible goddess, and he could smell her musky scent. He wanted her. More than he had ever wanted anything, he wanted this woman.

  “Take my panties off,” she commanded, “using only your teeth.”

  Dave’s pulse started to race. Gripping the top of one end of the bright red ribbon in his teeth, he tugged. The knot came undone and, as he pulled, the sides parted. His nose brushed against her silky pubic hair, causing Sherry to let out a little gasp. Dave continued working on pulling the panties down until her pussy was totally exposed. He was unsure of what to do next, so he sat back on his haunches and waited.

  “You’re well trained,” she said. “Have you had women like this before?”

  “No. You are the first woman who understood.”

  “Understood what? Tell me exactly.” When he hesitated, she snapped, “I gave you an instruction.”

  “You understand what I want. To be told. To serve you.”

  Sherry grinned. “You’re right. I do understand. Do you want to touch me?”

  “Oh yes,” Dave groaned.

  “So sweet,” she said, ruffling his hair, “and you may serve me, give me pleasure.

  “Thank you,” he whispered. His hands moved around behind her and stroked her fine firm ass while he pulled her closer to him, as close as she could be. Using his tongue and lips, he licked and kissed all around her pussy and thighs. Sherry’s gasps came faster and faster, soon turning to sighs, then to moans.

  “Very good,” she said. “You have a very talented mouth. I want your tongue to get me off. Now!”

  Dave found Sherry’s protruding clit with his tongue and licked it. Sherry’s knees buckled with the sensation, forcing her to grab Dave’s head for support. Not missing a beat, Dave kept licking and sucking, finding her slit and fucking it with his tongue.

  Sherry started bucking her hips, offering her pussy and forcing his tongue deeper and deeper.

  “I can pleasure you in other ways,” Dave said. “May I? Please?”

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  Dave wet his index finger with her slick pussy juices and tickled Sherry’s tender asshole with it. When he pushed it inside, she exploded in orgasm. “Don’t stop,” she cried, so Dave continued rubbing her asshole and licking her cunt.

  After a few moments, Sherry pushed Dave back onto his haunches. “That was very good indeed.” She stood, magnificently naked, looking down at Dave’s fully clothed body. “Stand up.” Dave did. “Now it’s your turn,” she said, her grin widening. “Strip.”

  Slightly embarrassed despite his high level of excitement, Dave removed his clothes, until he stood dressed only in his tight briefs, his erection barely contained.

  “Show me that big hard cock of yours,” Sherry said, and Dave pulled off his briefs. His cock stuck straight out—so swollen, it was painful.

  Sherry reached out and ran her fingernails from base to oozing tip. “Nice. Are you ready to come for me?”

  Dave didn’t quite understand her choice of words. “Come for you?”

  “I want to watch. Rub it.”

  Dave swallowed hard. No one had ever made this type of request of him. When he didn’t immediately move, Sherry said, “I told you to do something. Didn’t you hear me?”

  “I heard.”

  “Good. I want you to rub some of the wonderful sticky goo from my pussy all over your cock and make it spurt while I watch.”

  Dave hesitated, caught between raging lust and embarrassment. “I want to please you,” he whispered.

  Sherry suddenly understood. “This is the first time you’ve performed for an audience, isn’t it?”

  Dave swallowed again. “Yes.”

  Rather than being upset at his reluctance, Sherry smiled. “That’s all right. I love virginal men.” She took his hand. “Some incentive.” She placed his hand between her legs. “Use my juices to wet that big cock of yours.”

  She rubbed Dave’s fingers over her sopping pussy and then used his hand to spread her wetness onto his cock. “Now, show me, baby. Show me how hot I make you. Watch my tits and my pussy while you rub.”

  Dave watched Sherry’s hands cup her breasts, pull at her nipples, and rub her crotch. Without really realizing what his hands were doing, he rubbed his cock until, with a roar, he spurted thick come onto the floor of the little room.

  “Oh baby,” Sherry purred. “You did so well.”

  Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Tom’s voice said, “Hey, Sherry, someone needs to see you up front.”

  Dave grabbed for his clothes and hurriedly dressed while Sherry calmly did the same.

  “Can I help you?” the saleswoman said, dragging Dave back from his dream world. She had left the front counter and was now pushing a cartful of new books.

  Dave glanced at her name tag. Sherry, it said. “I hope so,” he said. “I certainly hope so.”

  HAL’S FANTASY

  It was advertised as a boudoir gown and Harold had been staring at the ad in the magazine for several minutes. The gown was deep burgundy velvet, floor-length, with gold buttons from deep cleavage to thigh. The woman in the picture was gray-haired and quite mature-looking, but with a sexy, inviting glea
m in her eyes. She was taking a step forward, so her beautiful leg, ending in a high-heeled burgundy mule trimmed with down, extended through the opening in the front.

  The woman in the picture had a look in her eyes, as if she knew the secrets of every man she had ever been with. She understood a man’s needs and desires and wanted nothing more than to fulfill them. God, Hal thought, closing his eyes. To be with such a woman.

  “Good evening,” she said as she opened the door.

  “Hello, Michelle,” Hal said. “Thank you for inviting me.”

  “When we met yesterday,” the woman said, “I had the feeling that we could have a marvelous time together. Come in.”

  Hal walked into the apartment on the Left Bank. It was spring and all the windows were open to let in the soft Parisian air. The sounds of sidewalk vendors and children playing drifted into the sitting room. “Sit down,” Michelle said, indicating an ivory brocade sofa. “Right here beside me.”

  Hal crossed the deeply carpeted floor and sat at the end of the sofa farthest from the woman. “I thought we might go out to eat,” Hal said, now unsure as to why he had made this lunch date. He had met this enticing woman at a party thrown by a business associate the previous evening and had found her incredibly desirable.

  “I thought we could stay in for lunch,” she said, her voice low. “I’ve got a salade Niçoise and a wonderful bottle of white wine for us to share. But first, let’s get to know each other a little bit. I gather you are in Paris on business.”

  For almost half an hour, the two talked, and gradually Hal relaxed. This was going to be all right. She was warm, funny, interested in his business, and quite knowledgeable about music and art. As they talked, she crossed her legs and the burgundy velvet she wore parted, allowing Hal a good look at her long legs. He cleared his throat and asked, “Have you lived here long?”

  “I have been in this apartment for almost twenty years, since I sold my country home when my children grew up and moved away.”

  “You have children?” Hal didn’t know why he was surprised, but he was.