by R. H. Politz
When I entered her, she gasped but as I started to move in and out, she wailed, "Oh no, I'm too big for you!"
I froze. No one had ever said that before. Am I that small? I wondered in a flash of despair. Oh no..., I knew this was too good to be true!
She grabbed my face with both hands. "It's not you Kimmy. It's me. I'm sorry. Please don't stop! Just stay inside me and move slowly.., please..., please?"
My erection had softened a little but I started moving again wondering if this creature of my dreams would hate me for being inadequate. Our pubic bones mashed against each other and she closed her eyes.
"Yes, that's it Kimmy, that's it. Please don't stop. Just..., yes..., slow..., that's it."
She still felt loose around me and I still worried about being too small but her breathing was getting heavier and her soft skin against mine was so mesmerizing that all I could feel was our bodies melting into each other.
Soon, she began to tremble and then shake. "Oh..., Yes...!" she wailed from somewhere deep in her lungs. "That's perfect! Don't stop, yes, yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
Her arms went out straight on the bed. Her stomach vibrated in little spasms. She clutched the covers and quivered from head to toe. Stronger and stronger it became, almost like a seizure, and I was starting to worry.
"I can't stop...!" she cried. "Make me stop, make me stop cumming! Please, make it stop!"
I didn't know what to do so I pressed my full body weight against her, wrapped her in my arms and squeezed. She began to calm down and, after a few moments, her violent shaking stopped leaving her trembling in my arms. I held her, cuddled her, stroked her hair and kept whispering, "Shush..., shush, it's all right. I'm here, I'm here."
It took another minute or two before she could speak. "Oh my God Kimmy," she gasped while wiping her eyes. "I haven't had an orgasm like for.., oh my God..., ever! I've never cum like that before. What did you do to me?"
"I don't know. I just ––"
"I'm still trembling. I can't stop it!"
"Then I'll give you a massage before the glow disappears."
"Whew, a massage...? I can't move."
"You don't have to. Just relax."
I kissed her breasts, got up on my knees and started moving my hands in slow wiping motions from her shoulders down her torso, over her stomach and down her legs while keeping a small space between my palms and her skin. Each time a fingertip touched, she jerked.
"Feel the energy," I whispered while matching my hands to my words. "Feel it move down, down to your stomach, down to your hips." I floated both hands over her sides, waist and tummy to the front of her inner thighs and then down her legs. Little spasms continued every time I allowed a fingertip to brush her skin and her legs trembled as my hands floated around each one and down to her feet. "Feel the pleasure...," I whispered in a breathy tone, "the calm..., the warm delicious serenity. Drink it in and let it flow up your legs, between your thighs, into your ass, all through your pussy and then to your tummy. It's moving up, up to your breasts. Your nipples are tingling and your whole being is floating in a cloud of wonderful peace. You are safe. You are warm. You are happy and you are content."
Her eyes were closed and her moans escaped through a smiling expression of satiation. "Your voice is hypnotizing," she murmured.
I shifted up to my knees and floated my hands around her head, neck and ears. "Feel the warm energy from my hands touching every cell in your body. Feel it fill every thought in your mind. Feel it flow all over you, in you, through you and relax in its pleasure." Then I slowly pulled my hands away and sat back.
"What have you done to me?" she said covering her face with her hands.
I whispered in her ear, "I hope it was okay and I'm really sorry I'm too small for you."
Her eyes opened wide and, with a short laugh, she said, "Okay...? Ha! It was awesome. And Kimmy, you're not too small."
"But you said ––"
She put a finger to my lips. "I said I was too big for you. It's not the same thing."
"But––"
"Shush, I think six or seven inches is more than adequate and you did something to me I've never felt before. It was wonderful!"
I took a breath wondering if her words were genuine or not but, being next to her felt so right that I just didn't care.
"But you haven't cum yet," she said touching my nose with her finger. "And I want you to be as happy as I am right now."
"No, I haven't" I whispered while brushing that beautiful blonde hair from her forehead, "but feeling you..., holding you and sensing your pleasure; that was even better than having an orgasm. I don't know how to describe it but this is the best sex I've ever had!"
She pulled me close and hugged me. "Oh my God Kimmy, you are truly incredible!"
That night I kept waking to see if she was really next to me and wondered how such a breathtaking woman could choose to be with a boy who was often mistaken for a girl. The truly gorgeous ones always went for the rich, tall, dark, handsome guys and, at five foot ten, a hundred and thirty pounds, blonde hair and only the slightest hint of 'peach fuzz', I was the little kid girls were merely curious about. But she was there. I could touch her. It wasn't a dream and I finally drifted off into a deep luxurious sleep.
* 2 * Fear and Euphoria
"Shush, stay in bed and sleep," said Kari the next morning. "I'm going to shower and order breakfast." She kissed my hand, smiled and walked away and all I could think was; she's awesome!
When I finally got my eyes open and rolled out of bed, she was on the phone with room service and I couldn't resist playing while she tried to give the order. She squirmed slightly when my hands touched her shoulders and slightly more when they pulled off her towel. "Lightly scrambled," she said changing tone in midsentence as I kissed her neck and shoulders. "Yes, and orange ––" She gasped as my kisses moved down her spine. "Uh, I mean, yes, orange juice." Her beautiful ass was warm and inviting and I couldn't resist. "Yes, that'll be it. Thanks," she said hanging up the phone as my tongue moved down the valley between her cheeks. "Kimmy...?" she squealed with a laugh while turning to back away. "No, no, no, no, no..., you're not going to get me all worked up now. Take your shower so we can eat. I want to explain some things." When I straightened up, she hugged me. "God you're beautiful. I really hope you don't hate me."
"Hate you..., for what?"
"Shower first. Then I'll tell you everything."
During my shower, I wondered, or more accurately worried, about what horrible thing she was going to tell me but, when I came out wrapped in a towel, the table was set with bacon, eggs, coffee and juice. "Wow, that looks delicious," I said suddenly realizing how hungry I was.
She grinned and handed me a rather short hotel robe. "I'm afraid we wrinkled your clothes pretty badly so I sent them out for pressing."
The robe barely covered my butt and left a bit of me dangling below it in front. We both looked down for a second and laughed.
"Let's sit down Kim. I seem to want you in my mouth more than those eggs but we have to talk a little first."
"Okay," I said as I pulled out her chair. "What do you want to talk about..., and what was that hate me thing you said before?"
"Here, let me fix your blonde and sweet coffee. And I promise not to suck your fingers this time..., well..., not yet anyway."
The morning sun backlit her golden hair and framed those bright blue eyes in a portrait the masters would envy but I couldn't lose myself in her beauty. It was time to talk. "Okay, now I'm nervous. What did you want to tell me?" Her face reddened slightly as she started her story.
"Kim, I just want you to know about me. My past is..., well..., I've lived through hell."
"Ha, I can relate to that! Oh, sorry for interrupting, please continue."
She chuckled and relaxed a little. "The reason I said I never do this is because I only date women. I thought I had become a lesbian but you...," she looked at me and laughed, "you did something to me last night that I've
never felt before and I hope you don't hate me for what I'm about to tell you. So please listen and, if you don't want to ever see me again, I'll understand."
The idea of her being a lesbian stunned me but, deep inside, it also excited me and I must have looked as confused as I felt.
"Just give me a chance to explain, okay?" I nodded and she took a long breath. "I was in a bad marriage, a really bad one and, after I got away from him, I dated for a while and discovered that the men who were attracted to me were generally disgusting lying pigs so I spent my time with the girls. One night, a good friend sort of seduced me into having sex with her. And I liked it. After that, I started dating women so I wouldn't have to deal with hairy, sweaty, obnoxious men."
She took a drink of juice and fanned her face with her hand. I sat silent, listening. "Whew, there, I said it. Do you hate me for being..., well..., I don't really know if I'm a lesbian or not but, that's what I've done. Do you hate me?"
I reached across the table and held both her hands. "Kari, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever met and, if I had to, I'd be a lesbian just to be with you."
Her eyes welled up with tears. "Really...? But you've only just met me. How do you know––"
This time it was my finger to her lips. "Shush, maybe I don't really know, but right now, I do feel that way and I want to get to know you. Besides, how do you know you won't hate me tomorrow? I'm certainly not the tall dark handsome male model type, and I'm far from being rich!"
She leaned back and sighed. "Kim, do you have any idea how scared I am about ever making love with anyone again? I'm petrified!"
"Why?" I asked with a nervous laugh.
"Because, last night was so absolutely incredible that I'm afraid it'll never happen again!"
"There is an easy way to find out you know." She laughed and squeezed my hands.
We never did finish breakfast that morning and once again, I had to hold and cuddle her until she came down from her sexual high but I loved doing it and I loved being the one who could give such intense pleasure.
Later, I was in the bedroom getting dressed when I heard her say, "I like to be the boy". She was in the bathroom twenty feet away and hadn't spoken a word but, somehow, I heard her thoughts. I froze for a second. Did I actually hear her say that? But then, I passed it off as just another freaky notion in my confused and twisted mind.
A few minutes later, she hugged me and said, "I have to go to the office for an hour or so. Would you like to come with me?"
"That could be interesting but are you sure you want me there with you?"
"Why wouldn't I?" she asked with a laugh. "You said you wanted to know me better."
"Well, I do but I don't want to embarrass you in front of your friends."
"Kimmy..., you're not going to embarrass me at all. Besides, you might like my business."
"Okay, um, what kind of business is it?"
"I'll show you. It'll be a surprise."
When the valet brought my car around, Kari motioned me toward the driver's side and said, "Let's pick up my car, drop yours off and go to the office. And..., I'll let you drive today."
At the end of the hotel driveway, I stopped. "Where am I going?"
"Ha!" she laughed. "You don't remember how we got here from the hotel you're playing at?"
"I was distracted last night."
"So was I. Turn left."
"You had a car last night?"
"Uh-huh. But I wanted to be with you."
I smiled and started down that twisting road to get her car, and what a car it was! "It's the black Mercedes SLR," she said to the valet when he took my car to the parking area. "Now where's that ticket," she muttered searching for the errant piece of paper. "Oooo, sometimes I hate purses! I know I've got it here somewhere."
With a slight smile, the valet said, "No problem Ma'am, I know the car. Every valet here does. It's the only McLaren Roadster we've ever seen. Take your time finding the ticket and I'll bring it round."
"McLaren..., I thought you said it was a Mercedes?"
"It is. He was talking about the model. You don't know much about cars do you? Ah-ha!" she exclaimed holding up the ticket.
"Some," I said wanting to sound not too dumb. "What's so special about a McLaren?"
"Tell you what.... I'll let you drive it. Then you'll know. I was on a waiting list and it took over a year to have it delivered. It's a special version."
"That sounds expensive!"
"It was but it was a super special birthday present I bought myself.
"Speaking of birthdays, would it be rude if I asked how old you are?"
She laughed. "Ooooo..., aren't you supposed to never ask a lady her age?"
"Oh –– yeah –– right..., sorry."
"I just turned thirty. I hope that's not too old for you but..., well..., does that bother you?"
"Absolutely not," I said as I stared into her eyes. "I don't care what the number is."
She hugged me and said, "Thanks. You don't know how much better that makes me feel. Oh good, here comes my car now."
She held the driver's door and motioned for me to get in but, when I sunk into that luxurious seat, my feet didn't reach the pedals. She bent over the door to put my hand on the seat buttons and I noticed the attendant standing behind her getting very excited. I wasn't sure what she had on under that short skirt but his pants were bulging and his face was getting red. With a kiss on my cheek, she whispered, "These should get you situated. Just put it wherever it's comfortable." Then she went round and got in the other side.
Once I could reach the pedals and see out the mirrors, I leaned over and whispered, "You made me comfortable but the valet is probably going to have to take a short break. Do you always tease men like that?"
"Only when I'm happy, come on, let's go."
I barely touched the gas pedal and we took off like a shot. "Easy Kimmy, don't let her get away from you," she said with a laugh. "I told you it was special but you'll get used to it. I can tell. You, uh-hmm, drive very well."
"Ha! Yeah, that was a really dumb comment I made last night, wasn’t it."
"It wasn't dumb. You were just nervous, almost as nervous as I was. Turn here."
"You..., nervous..., I doubt that!"
"Oh, I've just learned how to hide it a little better than you." I glanced at her, questioning that statement. "Don't believe me huh? You'll see."
The car was a dream to drive and soon, we were back in the city. "Pull into the garage. The entrance is just there." She directed me to an oversized parking spot with a sign that said, Reserved - Euphoria - CEO.
I tried to turn the engine off but couldn't figure out how. "Where's the key?"
"No key, just push that button." We got out and I asked about locking it. "Don't worry," she said, "it'll do it all by itself."
"Do you have the keys?"
"No key, remember? Just this little control thingy here." She held out a small rectangular device. "If I walk away, the car locks itself and when I get close to it, it unlocks. Neat, huh...?"
"Cool! What happens if you lose this little..., what is it, a remote control?"
"Then I just make a phone call."
"Wow, that's really cool. What a car!"
"Told you you'd like it...!"
We took an elevator to the top floor and got out in the lobby of a beautifully decorated and very expensive looking day spa for women. Gold backlit lettering on the wall above the receptionist's desk spelled out, "Euphoria" and several open doorways led to various facilities. While I gawked at the decor, the receptionist handed Kari several notes. "I have to make a few calls so, let's get you a tour."
We walked down a hall to an office where a very attractive blonde woman looked up and said, "Hi Kari! What's up today?"
"Hi Ginger, this is Kim. Would you give him a full tour while a try to catch up please?"
She got up and shook my hand. "Sure, love to, pleasure to meet you Kim."
Kari gave me a quick kiss, made
a little purring sound and said, "I won't be long."
"Well Kim,” said Ginger, “I'm glad to meet the one person who made Kari take a little time off!"
"Why..., is that unusual?"
"It sure is! All she's done for the past few years is work. I don't think she's taken more than an hour for herself." Then she looked at me for a moment as if studying something. "Let me show you our spa Kim. It's pretty amazing!"
We walked by a sign that said, "Enhancing the Feminine Side of Life," and past rooms equipped to deliver every imaginable kind of beauty treatment for women of all ages. "We make people beautiful," she said while pointing out various services. "And, we're medically certified."
"Wow, great business, what does Kari do here? The sign said CEO on the parking space we pulled into."
"Oh..., you don't know?"
"No, she said it would be a surprise."
"Ha! That's Kari all right, never bragging about anything. She owns this place and three others like it."
"Owns it..., really? Wow, she never said!"
"How do you feel about dating such a woman..., intimidating isn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess so. I don't know anything at all about this kind of business. I'd probably sound like a real dodo if we ever talked about it."
Ginger looked at me with a thoughtful expression and smiled. "Let's go back to my office and wait for Kari."
I was still gawking at all the artwork and posters as we traversed the entire top floor and Ginger kept silent until we entered her private office. She closed the door and asked if I wanted something to drink.
"Water if you have it," I said when I saw the fully stocked bar.
"Kim," Ginger began after handing me a bottle, "Kari told me to tell you all about her but frankly, I'm hesitant. I've been protecting her for ten years and you seem so young. Do you mind if I ask a few questions?"
"She told you to tell me about her?"
"Um-hmm, but first ––"
"Oh yeah, questions, sure, go ahead."
"Everything we say in here is confidential so, tell me, do you think I'm attractive?"
