Web of Desire

by Ray Gordon

  ‘I like to keep him hanging around,’ Mandy breathed. ‘He has his uses.’

  ‘I’ll bet he has. I’ll tell you what I’m going to do when I go to bed tonight.’

  ‘What’s that?’

  ‘Get my vibrator out and enjoy several good orgasms.’

  ‘Oh, er … right,’ Mandy stammered, wondering what to say.

  ‘My vibro is better than any man.’

  ‘I used to think that, until I met Gary,’ Mandy said, with another giggle.

  Mandy enjoyed the evening and swapped phone numbers with Paula before leaving the bar. She felt a little apprehensive about going out with Gary, but she knew that she shouldn’t back out. It was time she had some sort of friendship with a man. Her thoughts turning to sex, she imagined Paula using a vibrator. Mandy had masturbated regularly throughout her teens, but the urge had left her a couple of years ago and she’d neglected her feminine needs.

  Back at her flat she made herself a cup of coffee and checked her emails. The landscape gardener had accepted her offer and had sent several photographs for the web site. At least she’d make a little money. She climbed the stairs to her bedroom and slipped out of her clothes. Eyeing her reflection in the full-length mirror, she reckoned that she had a pretty good figure. Her long dark hair framed a pretty face and cascaded over her well-formed shoulders. Her breasts were small but firm and nicely pointed and she was slim with shapely hips. No, she wasn’t bad looking at all. Maybe the time had come to rediscover her sexuality.

  Sprawled out beneath the quilt in her double bed, Mandy wondered what it would be like to use a vibrator. She hadn’t given a thought to sex for so long that she’d forgotten what an orgasm felt like. Her fingers toyed with the swelling lips of her vulva, pulling and kneading the soft cushions of flesh rising either side of her wetting sex crack. She parted her legs wide and ran her finger up and down the hot valley of her vagina. She was surprised by the hardness of her clitoris, the wetness of her opening vaginal entrance. Her vaginal muscles tightening, her juices of desire flowing, her clitoris calling for her intimate attention … Whether it was the effect of the alcohol or the thought of going out with Gary, she had no idea. But she felt sexually alive for the first time in years.

  Her sensitive clitoris responded to her intimate caress and she breathed heavily, arching her back as the sensations permeated her young womb. Maybe her life was about to change, she mused dreamily as she reached beneath her thigh and slipped two fingers into the wet sheath of her tight vagina. Meeting up with Paula had opened her eyes to the world outside. Working from home and rarely going out, she’d become insular in her thinking. All work and no play, she reflected. All work and no money. No sex.

  Her clitoris pulsated and her rhythmically contracting vagina gripped her thrusting fingers. Her orgasm came quickly and shook her young body to the core. Whimpering and writhing in ecstasy as her climax peaked, Mandy knew instinctively that her life was about to change. Chatting to Paula, meeting Gary … Her eyes had been opened, not only to the world outside but to her femininity.

  ‘Yes,’ she breathed as her naked body shook uncontrollably in the aftermath of her self-loving. Realising how much she missed sex, she slipped her wet fingers out of her sated vagina and pulled the quilt over her trembling body. She recalled her early days of masturbation as she licked her pussy-wet fingers and tasted her orgasmic juices. She used to spend her nights masturbating in her bed, fingering her tight sex sheath and savouring the aphrodisiacal taste of her hot cream. At least she’d rediscovered the pleasure of masturbation, she reflected dreamily as sleep engulfed her.

  Mandy woke at nine with a start. She’d been dreaming about Gary, his hard cock slipping deep into her tight vagina, his throbbing knob splattering her ripe cervix with sperm. Sitting up in her bed, she looked about her and smiled. Maybe Gary would be fucking her before long, she thought with a rising sense of wickedness. Her inner thighs sticky with her dried sex milk, she slipped out of bed and recalled her amazing orgasm. Feeling as if her feminine desires had woken after two years of sleep, she ran a fingertip up and down her opening vaginal slit and smiled. Her clitoris was swollen, again calling for her intimate attention, and she knew that her nights of masturbation had returned with a vengeance.

  After a shower, Mandy dressed in a miniskirt and loose-fitting blouse and checked her emails. The landscape gardener had written again. He’d sent payment in full and was obviously keen to get his web site up and running. Mandy poured herself a cup of coffee and munched on toast and marmalade as she got down to work. Although the money wasn’t good, she felt invigorated. Maybe her orgasm had sparked her enthusiasm. Whatever it was, she worked solidly for several hours and finally sat back to admire her creation.

  The landscape gardener was delighted and couldn’t praise Mandy enough, which boosted her confidence no end. When a plumber emailed her that afternoon asking for a quote for a web-site design, she stuck to her price. Maybe things were changing for the better, she thought when the man accepted her price and sent the money up front. All work and no play was fine, as long as the money rolled in. But she had to make time for Gary. Gazing at his card, she grabbed the phone and punched in his number.

  ‘I didn’t think you’d ring me,’ he said in surprise. ‘I mean, I’m glad you did. But I thought …’

  ‘I know what you mean,’ she cut, in with a laugh. ‘How about meeting in the wine bar this evening?’

  ‘Oh, er … Right, yes.’

  ‘Seven o’clock?’

  ‘Yes, great. I really didn’t think … I mean, an attractive girl like you …’

  ‘There’s no need for flattery, Gary. I’ve said that I’ll meet you, so there’s no need to sweet-talk me.’

  ‘No, no, I wasn’t. This has come as a bit of a surprise, that’s all. So, tell me about yourself.’

  ‘Later, we’ll talk later. I’ll see you at seven.’

  ‘Yes, right. OK, I’ll look forward to it.’

  Heart racing, Mandy replaced the receiver and punched the air with her fist. ‘Yes!’ she shouted. Things really were beginning to look up, and it was all due to Paula. Had it not been for Paula, she’d never have gone to the wine bar. Had it not been for Paula, she’d never have met Gary or masturbated or … Wondering what to wear, she dashed up the stairs to her bedroom and flung her wardrobe doors open. Not too tarty, she told herself, eyeing her miniskirts. There again, not too conservative. Finally deciding on a knee-length skirt and blouse, she spent several hours getting ready. This was going to be a good evening, apart from one problem. She had no money. She didn’t like the idea of having to rely on Gary to buy her drinks, but she had no choice.

  Arriving at seven-fifteen, she noticed Gary standing at the bar. Dressed casually in jeans and an open-neck white shirt and with his dark hair swept back, he looked good. But Mandy felt self-conscious, and wondered whether she looked all right herself. She wasn’t used to socialising, and she knew that this was going to be awkward. Already having second thoughts, she bit her lip and began to panic. It had been so long since she’d been chatted up and asked out that she had no confidence in herself. Just act normally, she reminded herself as she walked up to the bar and stood beside Gary. Just be yourself.

  ‘Hi, Mandy.’ he said, his face beaming. ‘Drink?’

  ‘Vodka and tonic, please,’ she replied, perching her rounded buttocks on a stool.

  ‘Wow, you look great.’

  ‘Thanks.’

  ‘I didn’t think you’d turn up.’

  ‘You didn’t think I’d ring you, and then you didn’t think I’d turn up. Have you no confidence?’

  ‘No, yes …’ he stammered. ‘It’s just that, an attractive young girl like you …’

  ‘Let’s not go there again,’ she said, giggling as he ordered her drink. ‘I did phone, and I did turn up.’

  ‘Ice?’ the barman asked her.

  ‘Please.’

  ‘So,’ Gary breathed, looking Mandy up and down. ‘Here we are
.’

  ‘You’re not shy, are you?’ Mandy asked him.

  ‘Well, yes, I suppose I am.’

  ‘Good, that makes two of us. My heart has been banging and my stomach churning all day. It’s silly, isn’t it?’

  ‘Not at all. To be honest, I’ve felt the same. Every time the phone rang, I thought it might be you. So, here we are.’

  ‘Let’s sit at a table,’ Mandy suggested, slipping off her stool and taking her drink from the bar. ‘We don’t want to bore the barman by saying, “So, here we are” all evening.’

  Feeling more confident as she followed Gary to a secluded corner table, Mandy thought it odd that he was so shy. He was very good-looking, and she’d imagined he’d have several girlfriends on the go. Perhaps he’s a virgin, she giggled inwardly as she sat opposite him at the table. But he must have had sex at some time in his life, she thought. Maybe he was playing at being shy? Maybe he was a married man and …

  ‘Do you come here often?’ he asked her. ‘Sorry, that sounds stupid. It’s like saying, what’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this.’

  ‘I’ll bet you say that to all the girls,’ she quipped. ‘Seriously, this is only the second time I’ve been here. I work from home and don’t have a great deal of time for socialising.’

  ‘No men friends, then?’

  ‘Not for a couple of years. How about you?’

  ‘I was in a long-term relationship, but … That was ages ago.’

  Mandy enjoyed Gary’s company and decided to see him again. Nothing heavy, she thought, downing her fourth vodka. It would be nice to have him as a friend, someone to meet up with and chat to a couple of times each week and … and have sex? Recalling Paula’s various comments about men, she wondered whether Gary had money. She also wondered whether to keep him hanging around and use him for sex. Her clitoris stirring, emerging from beneath its fleshy hood between her swelling vaginal lips, she imagined Gary making love with her. Was that what she wanted? she wondered as he glanced at his watch.

  ‘Are you worried about the time?’ she asked him.

  ‘No, no,’ he replied, smiling at her. ‘Well, I do have an early start in the morning.’

  ‘Do you want to go?’

  ‘Not yet.’

  ‘I thought you might ask me back to your place for coffee. That’s the usual line, isn’t it?’

  ‘Yes, I suppose it is,’ he said, chuckling as he again checked his watch. ‘But I live with my mother, so … well, it’s not easy.’

  ‘You could come back to my flat. It’s not exactly a mansion, but I do have a kettle and some coffee.’

  ‘Well, I … Is it far?’

  ‘Not really. You don’t have to, Gary. If you want to get home to your mum, that’s OK.’

  ‘Let’s have coffee at your place,’ he said, finishing his drink. ‘There’s no hurry.’

  Leaving the bar, Mandy wondered why he hadn’t been very keen to go back to her place. It seemed odd that he’d wanted to get home to his mother, and she began to think that he might be married. The last thing she’d wanted was to become a married man’s mistress, but she reckoned that it might have its advantages. No strings, no ties … Gary didn’t say much as they walked along the street, which Mandy thought odd. Maybe he did live with his mother, she reflected, opening the door to her flat. Not all men were adulterous bastards, were they?

  Filling the kettle as Gary looked up at the kitchen clock, she thought that he was either incredibly shy or didn’t fancy her. She’d made all the moves. She’d done most of the talking, and it had been her idea to go back for coffee. Shuffling his feet and saying nothing, he seemed nervous. Was his wife waiting for him? she wondered, taking the cups into the lounge and indicating for him to sit on the sofa. She thought about asking him whether he was married as he sat down. If she was going to see him again, she wanted to know where she stood.

  ‘This is a nice place,’ he said, obviously trying to strike up a conversation.

  ‘It’s dreadful,’ she said, placing the cups on the coffee table and standing in front of him. ‘It’s too small and I hate the area. Anyway, I’m hoping to move soon.’

  ‘Really?’

  ‘I want a house, not a flat.’ Pushing her hips forward, she wondered whether he’d make a move as he gazed at her naked thighs. ‘Where do you live?’ she asked him. ‘Locally, I suppose?’

  ‘Not far.’

  ‘Where is “not far”?’

  ‘A few streets away. Cannon Road.’

  ‘Yes, I know it. They’re nice houses, quite big.’

  ‘It’s OK.’

  Sitting in the armchair opposite him, Mandy reckoned that Gary wasn’t interested in her. This was the first man she’d been out with in two years and he wasn’t interested. She’d never come on strong to a man, never made any sexual advances, but she felt that she had to catch up with Paula. The alcohol relaxed her, stripping her of her inhibitions, and she parted her thighs just enough to display the triangular patch of her tight panties hugging her swelling sex lips. She knew that Paula would question her about her evening with Gary and she didn’t want to have to lie. She wanted to say that Gary had taken her in his arms and made love to her, but …

  ‘Mandy,’ Gary began, glancing at the wall clock.

  ‘Don’t tell me,’ she sighed. ‘You have to get back to your mother?’

  ‘Yes. I mean, no …’

  Watching as he left the sofa and knelt in front of her, she wasn’t sure what to do as he parted her knees and gazed longingly at her tight panties. This was all rather quick, she thought, wondering whether she’d gone too far with her panty-flashing. Pulling her short skirt up and pressing his face into the damp material of her panties, he breathed in her girl-scent. It was strange that he’d had a sudden change of mind, she thought, as he sucked her outer lips through the white cotton crotch of her panties. And it was strange to think that she was allowing him to do this even though she’d only just met him.

  Her clitoris swelling, her juices of desire flowing, Mandy closed her eyes and parted her legs wide. It had been so long since a man had attended her feminine needs. Gary wasn’t so shy after all, she thought happily, as he kissed and licked the creamy-smooth flesh of her inner thighs. Pulling her panties aside and licking the puffy lips of her vulva, he slipped his wet tongue into her sex valley and tasted her lubricious pussy milk. Mandy writhed in the armchair, her breathing fast and shallow as his tongue repeatedly swept over the sensitive tip of her erect clitoris.

  She hadn’t realised how much she’d missed sex, until now. After two years of celibacy, she was desperate to feel the hardness of a cock stretching her neglected vaginal sheath open, the smoothness of a swollen knob pressing against her ripe cervix. Was Gary’s cock hard and ready for her pussy? Were his balls full and ready to be drained?

  ‘I’m coming,’ Mandy breathed shakily as her clitoris swelled and pulsated beneath his snaking tongue. Her vaginal muscles tightening, her womb rhythmically contracting, she let out a rush of breath as her orgasm erupted and shook her young body to the core. Gary thrust two fingers into her sex-wet vaginal duct and massaged her creamy inner flesh, adding to her incredible pleasure as he sucked on her pulsating clitoris. If Paula could see her now, she thought, digging her fingernails into the arms of the chair as she cried out. There’d be no need to lie to her.

  Oblivious to her surroundings as her climax gripped her, she imagined Gary’s solid cock driving deep into her sex-hungry pussy, his knob battering her cervix as he pumped out his creamy spunk. He slipped his fingers out of her sated vagina. Teasing the last ripples of orgasm from her solid clitoris with his sweeping tongue, he pressed his mouth to her gaping vaginal entrance and sucked out her orgasmic cream. This was sheer heaven, Mandy thought as she quivered and writhed in the armchair. She’d definitely be seeing Gary again.

  She opened her eyes and frowned as he covered her swollen pussy lips with her panties. She gazed at his solid cock which he held in his hand. To her surp
rise, he began wanking the huge organ. Wasn’t he going to drive his fleshy shaft deep into her tight vagina?

  He gasped suddenly and his spunk jetted out, raining over the wet crotch of her panties. Rubbing his purple knob against the cotton material, he tried to sustain his orgasm.

  Reckoning that he’d not had sex for so long that he couldn’t hold back, she watched his orgasmic liquid soak into her panties. She’d wanted him inside her, but there’d be other evenings, she thought, as he drained his balls and finally sat back on his heels.

  ‘That was quick,’ she said, smiling at him.

  ‘That was amazing,’ he breathed, gazing at her sperm-splashed panties.

  ‘It was messy,’ she returned with a giggle. ‘I was hoping that you’d—’

  ‘I have a thing about spunking on panties,’ he cut in. ‘Will you do something for me?’

  ‘Well, that depends on—.’

  ‘Don’t take them off. Leave your panties on until I see you again.’

  ‘Well, I … When will I be seeing you? I’m not going to wear dirty panties for two weeks.’

  ‘Tomorrow evening, if that’s OK?’ he said, standing and zipping his trousers. ‘I’ll come round here.’

  ‘I’m not sure whether …’

  ‘Ring me tomorrow. You have my office number.’

  ‘What’s your home number?’

  ‘I don’t have a phone at home. I mean, there is one but … It’s my mother’s phone.’

  Leaving the armchair and pulling her skirt down to conceal her sperm-soaked panties, Mandy was now sure that he was married. She also reckoned that his request for her to keep her panties on was rather odd. But she’d enjoyed her orgasm and was looking forward to their next meeting. Watching Gary gulp down his coffee and check his watch again, she decided that she wasn’t bothered about his marital status. She’d enjoyed her evening with him and, if he had a wife waiting at home, that was his problem. Determined to be more like Paula, she led him to the front door and grinned.

  ‘Bring a bottle of vodka with you,’ she said, opening the door.